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“Do you think you’ve got it down?” Fennorian asked.
Erill hesitated. “I think so. But I'm afraid I’m going to forget tomorrow while we’re at the party.”
Fennorian rubbed his thumb soothingly over the back of her hand. “Another song or two then.”
Pushing away the guilt clawing its way through her body, Erill let Fennorian pull her around the room. She wanted to enjoy this for just a little longer. After tomorrow night they’d probably never dance again. After tomorrow night she’d never have another excuse to hold Fennorian’s hand or link their arms together. After tomorrow night… things had to return to normal. So Erill held his hand tightly, and let him lead her through the dance again.
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Fake Dating AU where the Vestige and Fennorian sneak into a noble house's engagement party, posing as a married couple, to kill a vampire.
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Deep in the Dashaan woods is a town isolated from the rest of the population in its borders. It’s surrounded by tall beautiful trees and has quaint little buildings of Nordic design scattered around a town square. It was almost homely. But looks can be deceiving…
“Fennorian, you have to run!” Talvona whispered harshly, shoving him behind her. The townspeople were close behind them and they had no time to waste. The only luck they had on their side was the night and Fennorian’s dark Ravenwatch clothing to help him blend in.
My OC Dunmer Tal and Fennorian are hunting a vampire in a Deshaan town when the townspeople see them together and think Fennorian is the vampire who's been killing their friends and families. Fenn then has to hide for the deration of their stay in the town.
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5 times Hesria is staring at Fennorian's hands and one time she accidentally does something about it.
“What?” Panicked, Fennorian pulled his hand back from the grave. When Hesria didn’t say anything he flexed his fingers and flipped them over. “...Is there something on my hands?” Now he sounded confused.
Of course he is confused, you dolt! Hesria scolded herself. Why are you staring at his damn hands?

