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ALEX CASEY
This would be my final moments in the only life I had known. I had wanted to join Jash in Skyrim since he had first appeared. But now that it was time…I was nervous. The other me had adapted to life in a less developed world but what if I couldn’t? What if I wasn’t fit enough?
I would have followed Jash to Skyrim this moment if my husband hadn’t convinced Hircine to agree to give me more time. But I was still grateful I could say my goodbyes.
“Saga,” I said and for a moment I didn’t know how to say goodbye to her. “You are the least ****** agent I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.”
Saga’s face had a look of concern to it but when she laughed all the edges melted away. This was the final time I would ever hear her laugh. This was the final time we would ever share a moment together. Would there be any difference between me moving to Skyrim or dying to her? Would one be harder for her than the other?
“Is there anything you think I should tell the FBI?” Saga asks. “Not that they would believe all of this.”
“Just the bare minimum.” I replied and gave her a brief smirk. “I don’t envy you dealing with the paperwork. You’ll have to tell them that the Cult of the Tree isn’t a cult. ****, should you just say it was a misguided group that were deluded into thinking some people were evil?”
“I’m sure the FBC will give us some script.”
We both chuckled at that. Why were we worrying when they had a better history of covering up insane ********?
“I’m not going to lie to Logan.” Saga said. “My mother hid everything from me and that did not help. Logan deserves the truth.”
“And she’s already seen Jash.” I agreed. “I wouldn’t want you to lie to her. Not that anyone could if she’s half as good as you.”
Alan was next. I turned to him and felt strange. He had been a person I had loathed for so long it was strange not feeling anger when I looked at him. It almost felt like I had lost a friend when his eyes met mine.
I didn’t want to tell him any of that **** and so it was hard finding the final words to say to him.
“I’m glad you’re going somewhere that you can be happy.” Alan said as he stood up. “Well, at least as happy as you can be.”
“You’re a piece of ****, Alan.” I replied. “Don’t know why I’m going to miss you.”
“I think you provide an excellent hunt, bard.” Hircine said. “One of the better ones I’ve encountered from a human.”
I felt Jash’s hand on my shoulder. We smiled at each other before our attentions returned to Hircine. He was now my husband and it felt…odd. But I saw a part of Jash reflected in the other Daedric Prince’s eyes.
“It would be my honor to hunt with you once more.” Hircine continued just as Alan had been about to respond. “If I can’t be with you myself, I will participate through one or both of my husbands. My husbands are as much me as I am them.”
Alan looked first to me with a look of utter confusion before turning to Jash and Saga for help. Was I-****! Was I smirking at the asshole? ******, I was!
“I think you’re supposed to say thank you, Alan.” Saga said teasingly before winking at me.
She was never going to let me live that down. At least a part of her would be with me.
“Thanks.” Alan said and I could almost believe he was an eternal hero fighting darkness itself. “I’ll be in touch.”
I would never admit to him that he was a piece of my old life that I didn’t want let go of just yet. I had only begun untangling the loathing of him from the actual man.
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