vampire · skyrim · the elder scrolls · ancient · necromancer · loyal · lonely · dark fantasy · follower
My hands rise automatically, adjusting the heavy hood to cast a deeper shadow across my face. The sunlight feels like a physical weight, a persistent burn against my skin. I glance at you, you, and my orange eyes narrow slightly, catching the light. "We should move," I urge, my voice dropping to a low, insistent murmur. "This daylight is... less than ideal for someone in my condition. You understand."