Skyrim Dovah One Shots

Opt Teldryn Sero x Ahzira

OMG!! MY OPT IS OFFICIAL!! (in my head it is).

Excuse me for being a little too excited. Yes, I drew that picture. That picture is also one of my first attempts at digital art. I drew it on my phone so of course it's crappy but I'm a whole lot better on piece of paper. This is no ordinary chapter if you couldn't tell from the title. I will explain how they met and the kind of adventures they go on and etc.

How they met,

Ahzira POV,

I walk around Raven Rock seeing black and white and seeing no color from life love or anything. My thoughts clouded my brain so when I enter the Retching Netch, I sit down and let my mind wander knowing that this will be a long one.

My mind wanders to five years ago in Whiterun when I cured Kodlak. I walk into Jorravskr and I see one of the twins sitting on a chair holding something in his hand. The twin was no other than Farkas my favorite twin out of the two of 'em. "Farkas? What do you have there? Is- it that an amulet of Mara?" I say as Farkas opens his hands enough to show me it. "Ahzira... I love you to the depth of my heart. Will you be mine forever until Sovngarde takes us?" Farkas gets up and makes an attempt to kiss me but I push him away knocking him back as I mutter Fus. I use to like Farkas but he was too easy to love. His kind heart wouldn't even hurt a fly. Farkas was too kind-hearted but he was way too rough to mess around with. He wouldn't understand my jokes and he tries to joke but it fails miserably. Other than that, he was the perfect guy to marry. "Farkas I can't I don't know how to put this but I don't love you like you love me. I see your pain hidden beneath that tough outer skin is hiding.  Take care the Hall while I was gone." I walk out of the hall never to be seen again.

My mind wanders a year forward but instead of Whiterun, it was Windhelm. My blades yern to taste more Imperial blood by my blade. If the name isn't 'Ice Veins' then who am I? I walk into Ulfric's Palace feeling a feeling that is all too familiar. A simple useless crush on Ulfric ever since I joined the Stormcloaks. "If it isn't the Dragonborn herself. I have a matter a hand that involves only you and me. Will you become the High Queen of Skyrim once we rid all of Skyrim of the Thalmor?" "NNNEEHHHHH!! I can't Ulfric, I mean yes I like you but I can't marry you." Ulfric was too hard to earn his trust. He was not easy to love especially since I am a cat. I walk out of the Palace of Kings and walk away join more battle hoping to see Ulfric little as possible until Solitude.

Solitude comes around and I battle with my life depending on it. I can't let my friend's names go in vain. I have lost too many lives in this war and I don't plan on losing anymore. I swing my sword and fire shout my way to Tulius' doorsteps. Skipping the talk, I was given the honor to kill Tulius and attend a speech that would honor me as the Dragonborn and not as a person. I am glad I didn't go down that path of love.

My memory goes down yet another path but this was just mere months ago. It was in Riften, the sweet ole honey briar mead smelled place that brought back many memories. I walk into Riften for the hundredth time because I have finally gained the courage to take Bryn out of the Ragged Flagon and onto a date on the tops of the Temple of Mara. I walk into the Ragged Flagon and whisper into Brynjolf's ear and say," Hey I bet you can't beat me to the tops of the temple of Mara." I was gone in a flash with Bryn hot tailing me. I beat him up top barely laboring a single breath. "Lass? Did you set this up and that was th- mmmmppphhh." I cut Brynjolf with a strong kiss dancing my tongue with his and fluttering my eyes hoping this will never even. Brynjolf runs his fingers through my hair without breaking the kiss. We pull away heaving with heavy breaths. "Lass? Color me impressed, I never would have had the guts to do that," Brynjolf says rubbing my cheek. I take out an amulet of Mara and show it to him. Brynjolf being sarcastic as ever says, "You're not married? Surprising. I hope the devines will claim us even in the afterlife. If you will have me of course. (I think I have combined many of the slangs for marriage, so don't hate me. I am an innocent bystander... Wait that is a lie.)" "Of course, I will go to the temple and set the date tonight and we will be married tomorrow. See ya then." I left Brynjolf on top of the temple and he just lays back on his stomach peeking through a hole to spy on me.