This Dramatic Bald Guy Again (I'm Impatiently Waiting For News From Da4)

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There are so many faces: those who are dear, those who make you feel guilty and the one who left a scar across your entire lifeline.

"And so it goes, a choking rose back"

I cant believe it’s over 😭😭😭 the greatest fic on Ao3

IT IS DONE

Years and years I've funneled into this fic and finally (FINALLY) it's over. Thank you to all my dear and darling friends and readers who have supported this chaotic endeavor, especially those who left very insightful comments on my poll last week. It was the motivation I needed to see this thing through. Really, I don't have the proper words to express my gratitude :')

So without further ado, the grand finale:

Chapter 78: Penance — The Pain We Live For

Was it worth it? Will it ever be?

Nim followed after Elianna, and the earth pushed hard against her feet, each step, urging her onward. Move faster. Get out, get out, get out. This world knew all she had taken from it, and linger as long as she liked, it still wanted her gone. It knew of her sickness and alien ways, and like everyone else she loved, dead or living, it too would forsake her. Stubborn and spiteful, Nim dug her heel into the dirt. She wished to shed a piece of herself here, anchor the woman she’d once been upon Nirn, and even if what mangled remnant sprouted into nothing but a cypress knee, wouldn’t it be better than being ousted completely? Surely no woman, mortal or daedra, could be built to withstand such desertion, and how strange that even as a god, her body still recalled the shapes of the wounds this world had carved into her as she’d tried to flee it. How sad to confess that the backhand of its wrath didn’t hurt half as much as its absence.

Anyone care about Morrowind still?

if there's anyone who cares about some... killing a crazy ex wife content ;), read up! Description:

In the shadow of gods and betrayal, Ralaas, the reluctant Nerevarine, carries the weight of two lives - his own and that of the warrior-king whose soul whispers within him. Faced with the vengeful and broken Almalexia, he must confront the echoes of love, hatred, and sacrifice that bind them all in a web of ancient tragedy.

Blades clash in the heart of a dying city as Nerevar’s spirit pleads for a peace that seems forever out of reach. Amid rage and sorrow, a divine bond shatters, leaving behind only echoes of what once was - a love consumed by ambition and a warrior haunted by memory.

Or, the Nerevarine kills his mentor's ex-wife.