I promise I’ll post another chapter of my Oblivion rewrite when I get off work but for now take this completed one shot (?) of my HoK OC dealing with Martin Septim’s death while also having his child 👍🏽
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The ring still glints upon their hand
a promise broken, life unplanned
they hear the name in every sigh,
a whispered plea, a wordless cry
grief pulls them like a ruthless tide,
begging to join them on the other side
but they recall love's last degree
"Live," it said, so plainly
How their S support really like
You can only reblog this on Tuesday
Alfred fire emblem be like
I reached out my hand in the darkened room, stretched thin with hope that pierced the gloom,
A whispered plea to find a friend, someone to stay, not just pretend.
I stitched my heart with threads of grace, a gentle smile, an open face,
Built bridges tall with trembling hands, to hold them close in shifting sands.
But one by one, they turned away, left me to the hollow gray, each promise made, each thread unwound, each face that left without a sound.
I chased their shadows, begged them stay, watched as they all slipped away, until my voice grew thin and dry, and all my tears refused to cry.
Now silence hums where echoes bled, a quiet home inside my head, I’ve locked the door, I’ve thrown the key,
And vowed to let no others see.
For it’s safer here where darkness weaves, no hopes to break, no hands to leave, I’ll walk this path alone, and know,
No one stays; they always go
~ Khai Moffett