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“Not a soul up ahead and nothing behind
There’s a desert in my blood and a storm in your eyes
Am I the King of Nothing At All?
Then you’re the Queen of Nothing At All
Well I remember the fight and I forget the pain
I got my hand in your pocket and my key on your chain
Am I the King of Nothing At All?
Then you’re the Queen of Nothing At All
Oh, through the wilderness
You and I we’re walking through the emptiness
Oh, my heart is a mess
Is it the only defense against the wilderness?
Cross my heart and hope to die
Taking this one step at a time
Got your back if you got mine
One foot in front of the other…”
-One Foot by Walk The Moon
It was a strange thing, how feelings slowly became words in the mind. How the birth of a thought could almost go unnoticed until that thought tumbled through the quiet of each day, whispering truths into the reality of a life not yet ready to accept them.
But the feelings were fond, the thoughts were welcome, and slowly words kept in the secret heart of Dragon and of Bear became easier and easier to say.
“Ástin mín.” The words would come out as gently and soft as the thundering purr of his voice would allow, his breath warm against the front of her muzzle as the words became action in the form of a kiss.
“A chroí.” She’d answer in kind, the admission of what he’d become to her a sleepy exhale as she melded her form to his, trusting in the safety of a man’s arms for the first real time in all her life.
Though they used words in a language not known to the one they spoke them to in a weakening last attempt to guard their own feelings, it was foolish of each of them.
Out of all the people either of them knew, they each knew the true power of Words spoken the best. For such individuals to utter them at all was a truth both still ran from and yet yearned for.
He loved her, he knew it.
And she loved him.
There’s a desert in my blood and a storm in your eyes
Am I the King of Nothing At All?
Then you’re the Queen of Nothing At All
Well I remember the fight and I forget the pain
I got my hand in your pocket and my key on your chain
Am I the King of Nothing At All?
Then you’re the Queen of Nothing At All
Oh, through the wilderness
You and I we’re walking through the emptiness
Oh, my heart is a mess
Is it the only defense against the wilderness?
Cross my heart and hope to die
Taking this one step at a time
Got your back if you got mine
One foot in front of the other…”
-One Foot by Walk The Moon
It was a strange thing, how feelings slowly became words in the mind. How the birth of a thought could almost go unnoticed until that thought tumbled through the quiet of each day, whispering truths into the reality of a life not yet ready to accept them.
But the feelings were fond, the thoughts were welcome, and slowly words kept in the secret heart of Dragon and of Bear became easier and easier to say.
“Ástin mín.” The words would come out as gently and soft as the thundering purr of his voice would allow, his breath warm against the front of her muzzle as the words became action in the form of a kiss.
“A chroí.” She’d answer in kind, the admission of what he’d become to her a sleepy exhale as she melded her form to his, trusting in the safety of a man’s arms for the first real time in all her life.
Though they used words in a language not known to the one they spoke them to in a weakening last attempt to guard their own feelings, it was foolish of each of them.
Out of all the people either of them knew, they each knew the true power of Words spoken the best. For such individuals to utter them at all was a truth both still ran from and yet yearned for.
He loved her, he knew it.
And she loved him.
Doubt it. The Stormcloaks (including Ulfric) are infamously xenophobic.