You've disappeared just like everyone else. Who else can I talk to? The absence of you is everywhere I look. It's late and you are probably having so much fun right now and you probably don't even care if I exist. I thought I would just need time, but it really kills me. Seeing you so happy makes me feel.. stupid. I know you probably have nothing to say, but I have lots to say. I forgive you for breaking me, even though it still hurts so bad, and I still wish you the best of luck. You might not even reply because of all the fun you are having, but at least I tried. I thought things were going to be different, but they aren't. I wound up giving everything and now I want nothing to do with you. You can go on with your life without any interference from me. It will be like... I never existed. I promise.
Arrived today! I’ve never won anything before, so it was quite a surprise when I received the message. ♥️ Thank you @elderscrolls for giving back to your community with special events such as this. It’s always fun participating in them and sharing with you our personal experiences and what we love about the game(s).
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My Valentine’s letter was written to Lucien Lachance (Spectral Assassin), as if it was my character carried over from Oblivion to Skyrim. In Oblivion, my character accepted Vicente Valtieri’s gift of vampirism, hence why I say, “Together immortals”.
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My Dearest Lucien Lachance,
The clouds fractured
Marbling lunacy upon those tonight
Withal, embracing I
Succumbing to the Moons compulsion
My crimson cloaked hands reveal this to thee
A letter, written from the depths of my shadowed heart
Unveiling a love
More fervent than yours for our once sacred Sanctuary
Once a time, your Silencer,
Covertly your lover
I long for your existence
Hath caught in a reverie
I reminisce your lethal commands
Endlessly spurred by your diligence
Forevermore, you are the Black Hand
Now, in the midst of quotidian contracts
Merely protected by your shroud
I jaunt upon Shadowmere
For The Night Mother holds many prayers
From those who yearn avowed
Despite prior inauspicious events
You are still dearest to I
A spectral of amaranthine ardent
Eternally my Valentine.