A/N: Crossposting from AO3, I wrote most of this when I was bored at work. Written for myself (very self indulgent) and posting for fun.
You felt a bitterness towards Vilkas you had never felt towards a friend before. He insisted on leaving to take out the Silver Hand right now, forcing you and Serana to seperate, at least for a time. You frowned.
"It'll be OK," Serana noticed your displeasure and reached out to gently caress your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You feel warmth spread throughout your body, a strange sensation tingling in your heart. Your grumpy expression softened and you reached out to grab Serana's hand, stroking it with your thumb. The bitterness you felt earlier soon came back when you remembered you and Serana were seperating.
"I'll meet you back at home, okay?" Serana smiled gently at you, a flash of fangs in the sunlight. You were always dazzled by her, and right now was no different.
You wonder when Fort Dawnguard became "home" to her. Regardless, hearing her tell you she'll be waiting for you at home makes your heart thump loudly in your chest. Despite the snow, you feel warm. At least you know Serana will be waiting for you. Maybe she'll even miss you, too. Nothing would make you happier than to think that Serana would be thinking about you just as much as you will be thinking about her.
Unable to help yourself, you give Serana's hand a tight squeeze as a farewell. Her skin is cold, especially so since your werewolf blood seems to make you always feel warm. It felt good. You give Serana a smile before you leave, one she warmly returns. Your heart clenched, desperately not wanting to separate from her.
Before Serana is fully out of sight, you look back. She's looking back, too. You give her one last wave farewell and turn back around, settling in for a long and tiresome few days.
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Taking out the Silver Hand was both tedious and unsatisfying. You never cared much for revenge, but Vilkas insisted. The only real reason to go was to get the fragments of Wuuthrad back. Blood splattered across your skin and armor, making you feel unclean. Vilkas was covered in blood and grime as well, but there was a wild look in his eye that told you he didn't care as much as you did.
Walking back to Whiterun with Vilkas, you cant help but desperately wish you could go get Serana right now that the deed was done. But you needed to give the fragments of Wuuthrad back, and Kodlak's funeral was soon as well. That wasn't anything you should skip out on, at least not honorably. You groan internally as you and Vilkas make the long trip back, Vilkas brooding silently the whole time.
You miss Serana's complaining. As much as you liked to tease her about how much she complained, you secretly thought it was endearing when she complained about the rain. As much as she complained about the sun, it was almost as though she secretly liked sunny days.
You would take her complaining over this awkward silence any day.
Maybe you were obsessed. You must be, seeing as you can't stand to be away from her for too long. The two of you hadn't been apart for long since that fateful day at Fort Dawnguard, when Serana came to meet you for the first time. At first it was out of necessity, Serana refusing to leave your side because she didn't trust you. Soon though, it became genuine companionship. You were each other's closest friends.
Sometimes you would seek out interesting looking locations just to hear Serana say "I'm glad you're here with me". It always made you feel warm inside, it made the long trek across Skyrim worth it to know Serana was enjoying it. You picked out new staffs just for her, you always made sure to check in with her whenever it was really sunny. You always thought about her.
