#Also for additional context he’d literally been missing for a year and hadn’t replied to her dozens upon dozens of letters hehe

[aleielle-of-roshar]

For the cute ship asks: 💌 🎸 🎨 (Ships of your choice!)

Gonna do Zz and Vakka because I love the sillays!! <3

💌 (‘love letter’ from Zz- takes place half a year before the Nerevarine ends up on the boat- and yes, its written weirdly for a reason, and the poem being so badly written has little to do with it. But! It is there for a reason only they know. Hmmm how odd why is number one Dunmer hater talking about the dunmer in a positive light… and the guy whose love language is actions and touch not compliments hmmm):

To Sun’s Egg, 

    The beauty of the world pales in comparison to you. Messenger birds have brought me news of your well being, and I can’t even begin to describe the relief in my heart. Can’t you feel my love for you, even from so far away? Be assured, I am always with you in heart and soul. 

    Trusted guides have led me ‘cross the jungles of Elsweyr, and the shimmering rivers of Cyrodiil, and kaoc- I’ve seen things that’d make even the most seasoned of adventurers speechless! Don’t worry my love, despite the dangers I’ve stayed safe and sound- well, minus a few scrapes but that’s to be expected. Ask me anything when I return, and I’ll tell you tales of strange creatures, forgotten ruins, and a rather annoying raven I’d met- and oh... Him, we’d met along the way, some khajiit storyteller- one of his stories reminded me of you, remind me to tell you when I get back?

    To see the world is a gift- yes I’m being repetitive but it's true- without you beside me it seems so empty. Take my heart with you wherever you go, for it belongs to you alone. You are my guiding star, the reason I keep moving forward despite everything. To return home of course is my greatest wish, and I’ve been counting down the days until that day very soon! Me- the real me is who’ve you made me and I greatly appreciate it.

    The sunsets on Vvardenfell are surprisingly beautiful for a land so desolate and well, ashy and well... Dunmer- some of them I’ve met here- have been surprisingly helpful despite our past histories- and funnily enough we have some things in common but well… House Imyoren was mentioned once in passing- luckily nothing to do with you but I couldn’t help but feel angered- but eventually paid it little mind. Imyoren will never be able to hurt you again, and it's obvious. Specifically however, I’ve enjoyed the local dishes- did you know the dunmer use a lot of rice as well? 

    Have I mentioned how much I love you? Taken is how I feel, by your love- breath taken perhaps? Me, right you hate when I keep talking about you I’m sorry I’ll return to talking about me- even if I’m… Captive only to my love of you!

    They’re thinking of showing me some shrine up north in the coming weeks, and I can't help but feel worried- why should I visit something sacred to their gods? Want to step on the soil of those who never even cared for us? Revenge is far from my mind however, I’m a guest and should probably refrain from perpetuating their well…

    Stay safe Vakkahuth-thtithil. Safe from those men who wish you harm. Stay strong too please, even though I doubt you won’t! Hidden layers within you, even if they can’t see it.

    And so I end this, long overdue, letter to you! Whatever comes from this trip, I promise you I am coming back once I’m done. You have my word. Do not doubt I’ll find any way to do so. Stay patient and trust in my devotion. Away and near.

From the one who loves you most of all,

Zz’eishadei

P.S Everything recently has reminded me of that poem you liked, in fact, I actually was able to get to an etching of original copy. See below!

Beneath Red Mountain’s ever-watchful eye,

Moss clings to jagged stones,

Whispering secrets to restless winds.

Roots thrive in shallow pools,

Warmed and fed by dying embers,

Wherein Guars Graze.

Sulphur springs bubble relentlessly!

Its cauldron testiment to our anger!

Our anger at our shackles mirrored in its scent!

Emporer parasols sway lazily overhead,

Casting shadows over lava-crossed plains,

And even in its heat saltrice grows defiant.

But only because of our hands.

This land hums not with joyful song,

No cradle of green, no roots running deep.

Simply, ash falls, unhearing of prayers,

Spoken by people whose blood long since spilled.

A place like this remembers,

But never forgives.

Unlike the marsh those here won’t move on,

In Vvardenfell we cannot forget.

P.S.S- I still don’t understand why you like it, even I could write better / more coherent poetry than it’s author- if you could even call it poetry-. No wonder imperials think we’re illiterate-.

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(Starts with Zz’s pov- yeah considering that every woman he loves ends up getting murdered because of him wellll- and Ash keeps getting hurt anytime she makes any sort of positive relationship. Don’t worry they aren’t unhealthy or something, its all because of the damn dunmer)

And (Vakka’s POV)

🎨:

The two of them love picking up bounties (mostly dungeon delves, clearing bandits, and the like) together and competing for who can kill the most undead or whatnot- but fishing is another favourite activity of their’s. Very competitive in a friendly way lol. Alongside this, Zz’s a very cuddly / actions guy and Ash is very much a gift giver / actions gal.