Blackwater Islands You live like you’re on camera

Nyra’s huffing out a breath and Alduin follows the curve of her expanding ribcage before shifting his gaze back to her eyes. She’s looking right back at him as she closes in and hooks her head around his nap and shoulder in a type of hug. Which he almost tenses up to. He’s not used to soft contact anymore, besides when his mother would baby him before he left.

Slowly but surely, he rests his head on her own shoulder and even offers a few laps of a dark tongue over her pale fur before she pulls back. Silently heading towards the shallows afterwards he watches her sit in the frigid waters. He doesn’t question her or say a word actually, but he sidles towards her and plops his heavy weight down next to her. Lying down the opposite direction but making sure he jostles her when he sits down as a way of silently lightening the mood. He’d sit next to her with their hocks touching beneath the cold waters. He’s content to exist with his pale warmaiden. He’d even say it’s peaceful.