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Oliver and August have been best friends since they were kids. Best friends, and nothing more. Until they both get a little too intoxicated, and their drunken choices cause the line to blur, and feelings to emerge.
Content warnings for this story:
- physical abuse
- drug use / abuse / addiction
- brief mention of suicide ideation
- non-explicit mention of sexual assault
- murder
I come across some old tomes in the Arcanaeum, so old I’m not sure if even the Orc librarian is aware of them. At first I’m about to cast them aside, but when a page of handwritten notes falls out of one, my eyes caught some of the words on the page.
--subset of conjuration--
--binding the soul--
--corpse reanimated--
Necromancy.
Skyrim is a cold and unforgiving province, especially the icy north edge of Winterhold. Hedgrod doesn’t mind the cold, likes it even. This tundra is home to him.
Athrar craves adventure. He wants to learn, and explore.
The two could not have been more different, but this is exactly what draws them to each other.
Assorted oneshots from the Abominations Universe
old OC oneshots and stories from when I was on Wattpad
Arqeya, a professor at Auridon's Mages Guild chapter, was living a relatively normal life before the Maormer attacks on the Summerset Isles began. During one of these attacks, she meets a Maormer who does not want to fight but rather run away and start over on mainland Tamriel, and she wants Arqeya to join her.
Everything clicked into place in that moment. That terrifying moment of clarity when everything started to make sense.
That moment was the beginning of the end.