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ITS HERE!!! my contribution to @rvnwtch's Ravenwatch event! My au of Fennorian's smolder scrolls minigame! It takes place in Solitude, after the final confrontation with Svargrim, as opposed to Castle Ravenwatch :) there's also a song to listen to while reading!

Snowberry Tonic

By the time Cirwedh reached the guildhall a light snow had begun to fall, and despite the thick layers of fur she wrapped herself in, she was beginning to feel the cold gnawing at her weary bones. She stepped through the door and was met with the warmth of a fire crackling just out of sight, chasing away any bit of cold as she shook the frost from her hair. While her reputation with the guild often made her the unwilling subject of academic curiosity among the younger mages, she was able to slip in unnoticed while the whole city was celebrating in the palace courtyard.

She removed her boots and set them by the hearth before continuing towards the staircase at the back of the hall, old and worn with the steps of countless others before her. Efficiently navigating the misshapen steps like they were roots along the ground, Cirwedh passed under a stone arch into a dimly lit room scattered with dusty bookshelves and bathed in the scent of dried herbs. There, hunched over a desk with his back turned, was Fennorian. She watched, entranced by the way his hands moved like a symphony over a myriad of colored flasks and bottles, plucking the cork from one and pouring a few drops into another with a smooth confidence seemingly natural to him.

Cirwedh knocked lightly against the side of an old hutch as she entered the room. The vampire scholar jumped at the sound and spun around to meet her. The surprise on his face shifted, and he flashed her a polite smile as he abandoned his work to give her his full attention.

“Cirwedh! Apologies, I didn’t think I’d see you for a while. Had I known, I would have at least dusted.” He coughed and theatrically fanned a hand in front of him. “And here I thought nobody would notice if I snuck away from the celebrations. I neglected to consider your sharp eye.”

She pulled off her thick, fur-lined gloves—a gift from Svana—and set them on a shelf, noticing the way his eyes followed the gesture.

“I was waiting for someone else to leave first,” she muttered, avoiding his attentive gaze and instead staring at the bruises peeking out from under the edges of his sleeves, “and I wanted to check in on you.”

A light mauve crept across the vampire's cheeks at the last sentence, and he bowed his head before clasping his hands together nervously.

“I appreciate that. The last twenty-four hours have certainly been a lot.” He straightened his back, glancing behind him briefly before changing the subject. “Regardless, I’m glad you’re here. I could use a second opinion, and you have a brilliant mind. I would be remiss not to take advantage of it while I have you.”

He motioned her over with a wave of his hand, and it took every ounce of restraint Cirwedh had not to jump to his side. After what felt like miles of walking she stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him, drinking in the sight as he turned back to his work; the red glow of a nearby torch illuminating his sharp features.

“After that last fight, I wanted to start on a new restorative elixir. I can’t tell if I have the components balanced yet, though.” Clearing his throat, he continued, “It's difficult to objectively observe my own reaction considering the condition I find myself in, otherwise I'd try it.” He looked up with a severe expression, only faltering when a gentle hand reached up and brushed away the dark curtains of hair obscuring his eyes.

“I was worried... Y'ffre’s breath, I was scared.”

As the warm skin of her palm cupped his cheek he leaned into the touch, and a tentative smile curled her lips as she watched his eyes trail across her brow, nose, and lips before finally meeting her gaze.

“I'm sorry,” he murmured, lips brushing against her palm with every syllable, “is there a way I can make it up to you?”

Cirwedh swallowed the lump rising in her throat and as she moved her hand to brush the pad of her thumb across his lip she spoke.

“Perhaps you can make this tonic you're working on more suitable to someone with your needs.”

She looked at the flask of shimmering liquid on the desk beside them and turned away to pick it up, setting her other hand against the edge of the desk for support.

Fennorian instantly felt the absence of her warmth and he used every bit of discipline he possessed not to sound disappointed when he replied, “I'd still need to ensure it works on others, my needs aside. As it is now, the active regeneration properties I've formulated are designed for those who cannot recover vitality through the consumption of blood.” He paused, thinking of an excuse as to why it had to be her before continuing, “We have made allies of those with lycanthropy as well, and it would be irresponsible to overlook them. I would owe you a great deal if you could try it, and let me study the reaction of one with such a condition.” He noticed the way she looked between him and the flask with a raised brow and quickly noted, “it tastes of snowberries, if that helps.”

“I think I'd rather taste you.”

The words left her mouth before she could bite them back and the weight of them settled between the two like a timber mammoth in the room. Cirwedh watched, mortified as his eyes went wide, and the tips of his fangs peeked from behind parted lips. After a moment he cleared his throat and attempted to collect himself before a nervous laugh bubbled forth.

“You never cease to surprise me Cirwedh, you know that? I think that's what makes you so fascinating to me. You say things I could never expect...” he smiled and took a step forward, “things that send me reeling.”

He looked down through dark lashes, angling himself closer to her as his hand moved towards hers; his near-violet eyes darkening with some inscrutable emotion.

“I don't think you understand the effect you have on me. Everything I do seems to be for you, even this elixir. Seeing you return from that tower battered and bruised, while I had nothing to give. Now, I do. But…” his fingers curled into fists and he seemed to retreat, brow crumpling as he looked away from her, convinced he had said too much.

But?

Cirwedh cursed herself for making him uncomfortable with her gods-damned lack of shame.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Just say the word, I will go back to the palace and never speak of this again.”

Before he could answer she turned, preparing to leave, but was stopped as a trembling hand grabbed her wrist. She spun around and what she saw was something she never would have expected. Fennorian had knelt on the ground and was now only inches shorter than her, looking up with the eyes of a desperate man, starved and begging.

“Kiss me.”

It was all she needed to hear. Cirwedh rushed forward and took his face in her hands, lips crashing into his in a messy embrace. He kissed her back with just as much fervor, slender arms snaking around her back to pull her against him. His left hand stayed firm on the small of her back, while the other crept up to tangle itself in the wild locks at the nape of her neck. Any stress Cirwedh carried had melted like warm sap down her limbs as her hands roamed his face, memorizing every feature and relishing in the contact as she deepened the kiss, nipping at his lips until they opened for her with a soft whine.

Every bone in her body screamed for her to lose control and devour him whole, but she pushed that beast away and focused instead on the way Fennorians hands grabbed at her soft body, digging into whatever he could. Overcome with emotion she felt the tattoos covering her body spring to life, and suddenly vibrant foliage and flowering vines were practically bursting from the seams of her clothing and reaching towards her lover. She could feel her lungs starting to burn from the lack of oxygen and her blood boiled in her veins as she struggled to contain herself, but she wanted to feel it all.

When she finally pulled away to breathe, Cirwedh couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Here she stood after what felt like a lifetime silently pining and convincing herself he was out of reach, just to be kissing him at the drop of a leaf in some musty basement, like she'd wither and turn to dirt if she didn't.

Fennorian steadied himself, a deep blush now painting his cheeks. “You have no idea how long I've wanted you to do that.” He looked down, and a sudden sadness filled his eyes. “For a while I thought denying myself these feelings would keep me safe. Give no room for the pain of rejection. And it did, for a while I suppose, despite how lonely it made me.” His face shifted again, this time into a soft smile as he took her hands in his. “But then you came, like a vine, radiant and wild, you grew through those walls. The feeling was...exhilarating. Now that the moment is here, I feel foolish for having waited.”

Cirwedh stroked his knuckles with her thumb, reflecting his lovesick smile back at him.

“Maybe now we can make up for lost time.” She leaned closer, his breath rustling the leaves across her cheeks as she rested her forehead against his. “If you'll have me, Fennorian Ravenwatch, I promise I will spend the rest of my days loving you.”

It was all the assurance he needed, and when she leaned in he kissed her with all the tenderness in the world. The rest of Tamriel was forgotten to them as they stayed there in that dingy basement, and Cirwedh made good on that promise.

#screaming crying throwing up i hope this is good LOL #lowkey anxious bc idk if this is gonna be a flop or not LOL #im so bad at describing kissing LOL can u tell ive never done it before 🥲#Fenn is a BOTTOM srry cannot convince me otherwise 🫶#cirwedh softgrass #eso self insert #eso oc #fennorian ravenwatch #fennwedh #eso headcanons #elder scrolls online #my wife #Ravenwatch appreciation post #fenn tag #Spotify

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