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ALEX
It was unnerving how clean the air in Skyrim was. There was not even a hint of the smell of gasoline in the miles it took me to walk to Goldenhills Plantation. The only strong scent was **** alongside the road.
I watched the harvest festival which was lit only by torches and the odd fire as the stars shown more brightly than anywhere I had known. There weren’t any city lights to pollute the air. It was ******* incredible.
My eyes went to Jash who was dancing with Sissel of Rorikstead. The young woman, for some reason, hadn’t grown bitter over years of abuse. She still looked at the world with wonder and loved her family.
A few people looked at me. I hadn’t had a chance to change into proper clothing for this world. All I had had time for was walking to the harvest festival in the cold night air. It wasn’t as if getting to Skyrim had been easy and so the long walk from Whiterun was an acceptable cost.
In the Writer’s Room there had been discussion about how my side story couldn’t remain a horror story. Alan had said the only way for him to send me to Skyrim was for the genre to be romance.
“But you can’t arrive right after Jash returns to Skyrim.” Alan said as he stared at his typewriter.
“Why the **** not?” I argued. “Why should he have to wait?”
“Because in a romance the tension has to be caused by wondering If the love interests will get together. If you arrive right as he does, everything would be resolved too quickly.”
Alan was supposed to be the Master of Many Worlds so how could he be so **** limited? Why couldn’t he write something that felt off just to make me happy? To make a friend content?
“What about one year?” Saga suggested. “It will make sure Alex doesn’t have to make Jash wait too long. But it will still be enough time to make readers nervous.”
“One year.” Alan agreed and my heart started to beat more steadily. “That will work. But there’s one more problem.”
“What now?” I asked with a heavy sigh.
“I can’t see into Skyrim so there’s only so much I can do. I can make sure you arrive in Skyrim a year after Jash did, but I can’t do anymore than that.”
“Can you send me to a specific location in Skyrim?”
“I don’t know if I can send you to specific location. But I’m certain I can get you close to where you want to be.”
“Jash always holds the harvest festival in Goldenhills Plantation right outside Rorikstead. He will be there.”
After everything had been worked out so that Alan Wake could write my story, the goodbyes had started. I always preferred to lock my emotions away but at that moment I couldn’t. I cried as I talked to Saga Anderson for one final time. I basically praised her.
For Alan I had hugged him. In any other circumstance I would have shook his hand. He had seemed more shocked than anything.
Leaving my old life behind had hurt. But I knew there wasn’t another choice I could have made as Jash slowly turned around to see me.
Jash’s muscles lost their tension as his eyes met mine. All the pain of losing my world meant nothing when he smiled at me to the point he showed his teeth. His joy made his slight green hue change back to black. He rushed at me and the crowd parted so not one person stood in his way.
My husband’s arms went around me so that I was pressed tight against him. It was the only place I belonged. Even though I didn’t deserve this happiness.
I leaned my head up and his lips met mine. It had been a year for him and so his kisses were desperate. It had only been a day at most for me and yet I felt just as desperate to taste him. If I died right now, in his arms, I would be content.
“You must be Alex Casey.” A kind voice said.
Jash and I gave each other distance as we turned to look at Sissel.
“Yes.” Jash said as the tip of Jash’s tail made tight circles on the ground. “This is the man I ventured far outside of Tamriel to find. I thought he was lost to me and now…now he stands before me.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you.” Sissel said with a genuine smile on her face. “Jash always talks about you.”
Sissel smiled and her tone was as honest as her smile. She was happy that Jash’s lost husband had returned. If he talked about me then he had missed me. Yet there was the barest hint of sadness in her eyes.
Had they become lovers while I was gone?
She loved Jash and was somehow strong enough to let him go.
“A Priest of Mara is visiting from the Imperial City.” Sissel said. “After the festival I think he’s going to Riften to visit the temple there.”
Was Sissel suggesting that Jash and I get married now? She didn’t mind that any chance of a relationship with him would be gone?
I suddenly felt a smile form on my face.
“Get him.” Jash said with a laugh and the crowd join in.
The crowd cheered and parted so that Sissel could get to the priest.
Jash’s hands couldn’t stop roaming all over me. To not make an idiot out of myself, I reached up to touch his neck. My fingers became intimate with each of his scales. His hands dug into my hips.
“Do you mind waiting another day for the wedding?” Jash whispered into my ear.
I kissed his chest and rested my hands on his hips in response. I couldn’t wait any longer.
Jash laughed as the bards started to play ‘The Dragonborn Comes’. The song was usually sung as both a warning and a celebration. But the bards had somehow changed it into something much more lewd.
“Oof.” I let out as Jash scooped me into his arms.
I clumsily clung to his shoulder so I didn’t fall. Jash grinned as he kissed me. His support never wavering as we made our way into the house. He used his tail to both open the door before us and then slam it shut behind us.
Hardly a moment later, our bodies became intertwined with each other. Our lust and love united as one.
Jash lay on the bed afterwards as I could start to form coherent thoughts again. His breathing was still heavy as I lay beside him. He smiled at me and took me into his arms so that my head rested right above his heart.
“You’re back, Alex.” Jash said with a smile. “How?”
“Tomorrow.” I promised him. “It’s a long story.”
With that I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the beating of Jash’s heart.
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