❁ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻 ❁

ᅠ ᅠ 〝 i can’t say no to steak. 〞 He turns around , tail swaying in excitement. 〝 do i leave these here ? 〞 He points to his armor in the corner. ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 .ᐟ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ — and simply locks the door after. 〝 i am no picky eater. 〞 He turns to face her with a smile. Returning the broom to its corner. 〝 i need to take out this armor… 〞 ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ — doesn’t remember doing this. Maybe he did , growing up here. His tail sways and he continues on , absentmindedly humming to himself. ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ — rise to his feet , scaly hand reaching up to gently caress her cheek and smile. 〝 do you wish for me to help close up ? 〞 ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ 〝 — remember much of what happened after that night. 〞 He confesses. 〝 … but i am happy to be back in your arms again. 〞 Finally , a smile cracks and he embraces her tightly. ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ — head. He remembers it all. Every single thing. He approaches , a somber look on his face. 〝 i didn’t mean …〞 His voice breaks and he falls to his knees before her , embarrassing around her torso. 〝 i am sorry. i am so sorry. 〞 ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ But then he remembers something else. A circus. Her laughter. The singing Dragonborn. Her … smile. Her … name. 〝 — Ophelia ? 〞 ᅠ ᅠ