AN: So, this is my first (posted) story and I honestly never thought that it would be for Skyrim. I always thought it would be for Harry Potter. I accept all forms of criticism, I'm not gonna ask you to 'play nice' with this fic. This is unbeta-ed so all mistakes are mine. I wish this was longer -_-'
P.S. Later on, I will be using the dragon language and translations will be provided at the bottom
Disclaimer: If I owned Skyrim, characters would be more interactive and actions would have more consequences. Skyrim is the property of Bethesda. I'm merely playing with it.
Souls of Dragons
Prologue
It was the last day the three of them had together before Imani left for summer vacation. They had spent the daylight hours at the beach, walking the pier and talking about anything that came to mind. They ended up going back to Melissa's to just relax with each other before the next hectic couple days came.
The girls took turns playing Skyrim on Liss' Xbox while Brett surfed the internet. Eventually the three ended up in a position that would look wrong to most but was normal and comfortable for the three of them. Brett was lounged on a couch in front of the TV with Melissa curled up into him with her head on his chest and Imani laying practically on top of the other girl.
Brett had managed to wrest the controller after Imani had abandoned the game in favor of her cellphone, and Liss was lazily watching Brett play while adding in advice and sarcastic quips about his performance. Realizing he hadn't heard either of the girls make a noise in a while, Brett looked over and found them fast asleep. Knowing that any attempts to wake up his girls would be futile, he shrugged lightly as to not disturb the mass of curly hair on his chest, saved his game and shut off the console and TV.
Shifting slightly to a more comfortable position, Brett looked over his two best friends. The girls looked carefree and innocent while asleep, Melissa's puff-ball of curly hair partially his her light caramel face. Even though they were hidden, Brett knew every emotion that flickered through her expressive brown eyes. Long nailed fingers curled into his shirt in lieu of a pillow. Imani's dark head laid on Melissa's waist. The other's short, artificially straight hair was held back by a signature red headband and scrunched up against the back of the couch. Dark eyes set against coffee-colored skin, that always seemed to glare in exasperation at the only male in the group, were hidden and peaceful.
Brett smiled lightly and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. If only we could have this all the time, he though to himself. In a realm unreachable by mortals, a being smiled, pleased, and pulled.