#he proceeds to ride him to oblivion and back so hard they break every piece of furniture in the room

[wellthebardsdead]

Vivienne: *quietly looking through books in the Winterhold collage arcanum wanting to continue reading to make Steren happy that his teachings haven’t gone to waste, finding one on Nerevar and a drawing of his wedding blade, trueflame* … *sits down and pulls a roll of paper and some charcoal from his bag, drawing it carefully*

*a few weeks later*

Vivienne: m-Mr graymane?

Eorlund: *helping Thorald regain some of his motor skills after Vivienne and Steren rescued him from the thalmor* Ah, here’s our harbingers little lotus, how can I help you?

Vivienne: I-i don’t want to be a bother but- but can you help me smith this for my Star?

Eorlund: *looks at the drawing*

Hm… *takes Vivienne’s hand and sees the callouses from a life of hard work, starkly contrasting his delicate form* alright, you seem robust enough to handle my teachings.

Thorald: Pa, be gentle with him he-

Eorlund: if he was strong enough to save you he’s strong enough to work a forge like me!

Vivienne: th-thank you…

*a few hours later*

Vivienne: *a few broken fingers and the rest of them blistered beneath bandages* t-tali? Can you help me enchant this?

Taliesin: of cour- gods your hands! Give it here I’ll do it mysel-

Vivienne: n-no! I want to do it! It’s for Steren I- I have to be the one to do it! I have to!

Taliesin: okay alright just- just let me tend to your hands first.

*that evening*

Steren: *getting ready for bed* Vivi? Are you alright in there?

Vivienne: *in the washroom* I-i am just a moment! *stumbles in ready for bed, holding a replica of trueflame he’d painstakingly made for him* I- I made you a gift. *holds it out to him* m-my star.

Steren: o-oh-

A random wine bottle somewhere in the house: 🍾