Well, i wasn't entirely sure whether i even wanted to write for this account but I had something on my mind and just had to write it, so here's some drabble.

It was one of those looks, you know? The kind that knocks the breath right out of your chest and leaves you wondering what your own name is never mind where you are. It was hypnotic and intense and breathtaking and just..

Aya remembered the moment they met and, while it was not under the most romantic of terms, on account of the witches and the imprisonment and such, it was still perfect to her. Without that moment, none of what followed would have happened and she wouldn't be where she was today. Everything had changed that day and Aya wouldn't change a thing for the world.

She shook her head slightly, a small smile gracing her lips as she looked at the vials of various potions and poisons littered the desk, some precariously placed atop books, some open, some closed as the afternoon became darker. She was having more and more trouble sleeping through the sun hours lately, and she wasn't entirely sure why. It could be she was thinking a lot on the past and a lot of it was trauma inflicted upon her and her beloved that was keeping her awake, or the increasing piles of failed experiments and scattered notes, answers only raising more and more questions...

"Oh, I don't know." Aya shifted the chair back slightly, attempting to be as quiet as possible so as to not wake him. She knew how he loved his sleep and he'd only worry to know she was awake at such a time, even if he'd be up in a couple of hours anyway. The whisper that left her was still too loud, she thought. Alright, now she was thinking too much.

Aya gently stood from the desk in the corner and looked around the room. Most of it was perfectly tidy. She would know, she was the one that had tidied it today.

When she had first visited this place, while she was taken aback and showered the place with a panicked look at not being able to find him at the time, she'd been unsurprised to see the mess he'd made of it. It was 'organised chaos', he'd told her when things had died down and the two of them spent some time alone here, finally. She'd only laughed and asked if she could at least organise the pile of outdated letters sent when Molag Bal was still attempting to merge Nirn and Coldharbour. Surely he didn't need those letters anymore.

She remembered how he'd smiled and agreed, and proceeded to watch every move she made as she sifted through the pile, throwing most of them away and carefully storing the rest in a drawer in one of the many desks in his house. She knew she'd blushed profusely the entire time, but tried to focus and sort through the mess.

Over time, he'd invited her to live with him, and theyd agreed upon arranged mess in their shared living space, and today, that mess was her desk. she looked at the mess, noticed a point of view on her alchemical balance that she hadn't while sitting, and leaned over to fix it. That simple movement of the scales, threw new ideas and more energy and motivation into her thoughts and spurred her into more action, further keeping her awake.

Only a few seconds passed before she heard the sigh that usually came around this time, then the tiny 'woosh' as he moved from the bed, and then, he was next to her. He gently sat on the chair arm next to her, put his cool hands on her bare shoulders and pulled her from the pages she was scribbling on. A kiss pecked at her temple.

Aya sighed and leaned into the body at her side. "It's impossible, Fenn. I just can't get it right." She all but growled. Lifting one leg up onto the chair, she leaned her chin on her knee and looked over her papers. Most of it probably looked like absolute nonsense, but to Aya it made perfect sense.

She sensed the movement before she felt it but it still sent shockwaves down her as she felt the spine tingling movement of fangs on the side of her alabaster neck. She sighed and tilted her head, knowing he was trying to take her attention from work.

"You know, one day you'll have to take a break from all this. It's not healthy , Aya." She rolled her eyes and turned to face him, that look on her eyes and that said 'really?'. Fennorian only smiled that lazy smile of his that told her he'd slept fitfully again knowing she wasn't next to him while he slept. "We should go out. Up top perhaps, and see what madness beholds us this time. It has been a while after all." He said, shifting his weight to find a better perch.

Aya smiled, huffed a little laugh and stood, taking his hands, swerving around and leaning back against her desk. "You know how much trouble we end up in when we go above ground. THAT is not healthy, my love. Come on, you just got up, lets get you something to drink." At that, she brushed a thumb over the back of Fenns hand and let go, moving around the stairs to the little kitchen-like area they'd set up eons ago, that only held the bare minimum of actual food, since they very rarely had human visitors.

She reached under the bar and grabbed one of the smaller bottles they'd gotten a long time ago, sliding it over the top towards him, that lazy grin still gracing his face. She smiled back at him. That smile had never left his lips since she'd agreed to marry him. After everything they'd been through together, she'd vowed never to leave him, especially after what happened with the Harrowstorms. She'd hated every moment down in the dreary stony rooms of the Lightless Hollow. The sounds of his screams... Not knowing where he was... The pain he was going through..

It had taken him decades to fully come to terms with what had happened down there, and she'd been there through every moment. Every nightmare, every anxiety attack, and every pained expression. And he'd been there for every single one of hers aswell.

They didn't think about those times as much anymore, they mostly thought about the here-and-now, and how to make the most out of each moment together. Hence why, when he lifted the bottle of blood to his lips, she shifted off upstairs to grab his flask, brought it back down and stole the bottle from him, taking her own sip of their favourite drink, smiling at the look he now gave her.

Feral. Predatory. His eyes lit up, flaring bright crimson her way and he turned from his place on her chair, lifting himself from it and towards her as she poured the drink from the bottle into his little flask, holding his gaze with her own as she did so, more than likely spilling a fair bit on her hands and the floor, but she didn't care as long as she had his attention.

She held out the flask to him and drank deeply from the bottle as he took the flask and her right hand and lifted both to his mouth, his tongue flicking out over a bit of blood she'd spilled, stealing his flask back, throwing her a look that promised disaster, and disappearing in that signature black smoke.

Well i hope you liked it. I have so many more ideas but the motivation to write is hard to come by these days.

I'll see what i feel like over the coming weeks and months. :D