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exsiliumlogs2012-06-30 02:41 am
septim) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-06-30 02:41 am
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Date & Time: 06/30, Night
Location: Lake, Hold's Outskirts
Characters:Martin Septim & Feferi Peixes
Summary: Martin suffers from homesickness and draconic impulses, Feferi tries to help
Warnings: Drama, sea monster(s)!
Delphine had come and gone. Perhaps her disappearance was his fault, having been largely inattentive of her presence. By the time Martin tried to correct his mistake, she'd been gone for hours, her registry wiped clean from the 'network' as it was called.
Automatically, he dove into research, both new and old. It was easier to ignore the soul-sucking loneliness when your mind was occupied. Of course, it'd been easier when he was younger, a licentious apprentice at the Mages Guild, an Imperial who didn't need friends, only pawns. But with age came wisdom, and with wisdom, duty.
He was a Septim now, not a surnameless peasant from the farmlands with nothing to lose. His duty towards Tamriel, towards his citizens, was paramount. Burdening others with his pathetic problems wasn't becoming of an Emperor, even if he wasn't in Tamriel anymore.
And to wish for a citizen of his, anyone, to show up in this realm, to be coerced into a war not of their making, that was selfishness. He shouldn't waste the second chance at life Akatosh gave him, even if he constantly asked himself if it would've been better to end up in Aetherius, as he thought he would when he sacrificed himself.
At least I would've met my father...
Even the Flame Cloak can't keep Martin from shivering. And with the fire spell raging, he can't lie down on the bed roll he's placed onto the ground. At least choosing the small swatch of land in the middle of the lake means no one will disturb him, whether he cries, screams or sets the entire ground ablaze. ]
Location: Lake, Hold's Outskirts
Characters:
Martin Septim & Feferi PeixesSummary: Martin suffers from homesickness and draconic impulses, Feferi tries to help
Warnings: Drama, sea monster(s)!
Delphine had come and gone. Perhaps her disappearance was his fault, having been largely inattentive of her presence. By the time Martin tried to correct his mistake, she'd been gone for hours, her registry wiped clean from the 'network' as it was called.
Automatically, he dove into research, both new and old. It was easier to ignore the soul-sucking loneliness when your mind was occupied. Of course, it'd been easier when he was younger, a licentious apprentice at the Mages Guild, an Imperial who didn't need friends, only pawns. But with age came wisdom, and with wisdom, duty.
He was a Septim now, not a surnameless peasant from the farmlands with nothing to lose. His duty towards Tamriel, towards his citizens, was paramount. Burdening others with his pathetic problems wasn't becoming of an Emperor, even if he wasn't in Tamriel anymore.
And to wish for a citizen of his, anyone, to show up in this realm, to be coerced into a war not of their making, that was selfishness. He shouldn't waste the second chance at life Akatosh gave him, even if he constantly asked himself if it would've been better to end up in Aetherius, as he thought he would when he sacrificed himself.
At least I would've met my father...
Even the Flame Cloak can't keep Martin from shivering. And with the fire spell raging, he can't lie down on the bed roll he's placed onto the ground. At least choosing the small swatch of land in the middle of the lake means no one will disturb him, whether he cries, screams or sets the entire ground ablaze. ]
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