A/N: So I was bored, and decided to write something inspired by Dawnguard, which came out yesterday. I love all the little things that hint that the Dovahkiin and Serena are a couple.
Pairing: F!Dragonborn and Serena.
Could be classified as Fluff. Sorry for how short it is but I'm dying from heat while I type this so bite me.
She is perched upon the edge of a wooden chair, bent over a small meal of bread and cheese. If she knew that she was being watched, she did not show it. I take a step, and the ancient wood beneath my feet creak. She calmly looks over, brushing a strand of snow white hair out of her face, revealing that she knew I was there. She is expecting me to ask about us. But I do not, instead I surprise her.
"How long have you been a Werewolf?" Her mismatched eyes flash with surprise, but like always she hides it even faster.
"Since I was twelve, why do you ask?" She rumbles, her voice always sounds husky, and never fails to send chills down my spine.
"Because I had no idea until recently," Those mismatched eyes flash again as we remember then. The time which both of us try to forget, when we realized that we might never work, that we'll be shunned. The day when we stormed my former home to kill my father. When she was forced to save me, and reveal what she tried to hide from me.
Instead of answering me she looks away, which is odd. She was stubborn, and would never give up an argument unless it was in her favor. Maybe her eye was acting up again, a small price to pay for reading an Elder Scroll without a Moth Priest, perhaps the Divines had felt that she was special, and didn't punish her as they would another.
My feet make no sound as I make my way toward her. My hand cups her face and lifts it so I can see into her eyes. I was correct; her right eye reflects The Dragon Scroll that she had read at The Throat of The World. Her hand lightly grasps my wrist, and I let go, a little unsure of where we stand.
"I still love you, even if I am a Werewolf and you a Vampire. It does not matter what anybody else thinks, even Isran admits you are not like any Vampire that he has ever seen," She is still staring at me, although it must take a lot of effort. Slowly I smile, feeling a little better.
"Now let me rest before I keel over on you!" She jokes and goes to stand. I quickly steady her, and for once she actually leans on me as we walk to her bedroom.
While she crawls into bed I search her dresser for the eye patch that she had worn when I first met her. Imagine my surprise waking up to see a mysterious figure in front of me, standing as if Soverngarde itself might never take her. Her snow colored hair was askew from a fight, eye patch on and a slight impatient frown on her face. Dark black cape fluttered around her feet from a breeze that I could never be able to find, not even in a hundred years. My hand closes around the patch and I pull myself back to the present enough to place the worn material on her bedside drawer.
"Care to join me?" Her voice calls back to me as I go to leave, sending many shivers down my spine. "I can stay awake a little longer, besides, would be funny to see the look on Gunnar or anybody else's face when they walked in to complain some more."
I can't say that it is wise to refuse the Dovahkiin, especially right now.
It is implied that this Dragonborn is a mage, and a very powerful one.