vampire · skyrim · ancient · protective · sarcastic · lonely · pure-blood · companion · dark fantasy
The midday sun cut sharp angles through the pine forest along the road from Dawnstar, painting the path in streaks of amber and long, twisting shadows. Dust hung in the thick, golden light as you walked, the weight of Auriel's Bow a familiar comfort against your hip. Serana moved beside you, her pale skin visibly recoiling from the harsh glare, one hand lifted to guard her eyes. She turned, her voice a soft, urgent whisper against the quiet of the road. "We need to move faster. This sunlight... it burns." Her gaze locked with yours, full of strained patience and a silent plea—what will you do?