Hello. I got bored and wrote this. Don't think it's my best. I felt like doing something with Flesh and Soul, but this came out instead(and probably for the better). I only own Shea and her kids. Skyrim Shea vs Oblivion Shea! Kind of.
Shealyne sat within her wooden dwelling, the moon's light cascading into her open chambers, spilling onto her bed and silk tapestries. The gentle linens were blowing within the chill air, as were the many grasses of Cyrodiil's Heartlands.
Yet her bed was empty, the linens serving as a fragile barrier, separating the woman from her chambers. The Breton had sat upon a chair, desk vacant save for a small candle standing erect, flame eating at the wax. Shealyne had toyed with a golden ring upon a makeshift necklace, studying it as if she had never seen it in nearly two centuries.
Her pupils had reflected the soft light flickering with a golden hue, the metal hot to the touch, hot as if it were alive with a pulse. A pulse that was not longer beating. The ring did not even carry his scent anymore.
A soft chuckle had escaped her throat, the woman's musing reminding her of her foolishness. She had lost her ring a long time ago. However, where she had misplaced it, she could not say.
Of all the sacred vows and oaths she had broken in the name of family, she could not even keep the most precious unbroken.
A frown had molded upon her features, fangs jabbing into her lower lip. She was not entirely sure where her own children were. Of her two sons, Connor and Aiden, she had heard one had been slain during the Great War some fifty years ago. She had wondered, though did not have the heart to seek out the truth. None could be dead, or one, or both. She did not want to know. No parent should live to see their child buried in the earth. It was the most painful feelings in the world.
She did not even know where her daughter was, either.
Shealyne had frowned.
For a family that was once so close, the winds and time had now scattered them across Tamriel.
A feminine finger had now traced the circular rim of the ring, debating. Just one more time, and it would all be over. Just one more time, and she would eternally remain faithful.
She sighed, and pulled herself away from the beckoning call. No, not yet. She would find her children, one day. One day, she would get the courage to face the truth. For now, her vow would remain unfulfilled.
For the first time, she would put his wedding ring on.
For the first time, she would not break her most precious vow.
Not again.
Remember those rings in Oblivion that engulfed the wearer in flames? Yes. Thank you for reading.
P.S. I MAY write a bio for Shea if you guys want. Would be very detailed. That way any retarded stories/ramblings from me make actual sense.
P.S.S. I am working on Dead Heart, but hit a snag, and am trying to think it out.
P.S.S.S. I am working on Stories in the Ink. That is what I update most. Cole is adorable.
P.S.S.S.S. I have a random ass forum. Not that anyone cares.