Talen-Jei: Just be casual. Try some light flirting.

Marcurio: I can do that.

later

Marcurio, to the Dragonborn: Nice work! High five!

Aurora Orianus: *high fives Marcurio*

Marcurio: *intertwines fingers*

Marcurio: I’m in love with you.

Honestly? Same.

Valrendil: I love you.

Mjoll: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Valrendil and Mjoll start kissing*

Marcurio, to Talen Jei: You owe me 20 septims.

...Are you okay, Talen-Jei ???

hiii talen jei nation

If you like very contrived back stories for minor characters and/or shadow scales, then my current WIP may be of interest to you.

When looking for work gets tough, Talen gives Marcurio a job waiting on tables.

One of many head canons me and my sister come up with for Skyrim npcs. Also he’s in debt to Keerava, no work means no rent :(

WIP Whenever

Thank you to @aria-i-adagio for the tag, and tagging @cleverblackcat @dirty-bosmer @dumpsterhipster @ollifree and @cumbiazevran for fun! Here is a bit of a little epistolary Skyrim fic I really would like to finish soon,

Egg-brother, Eel broth lingers on my tongue as I write. The good kind, mind.  Scoop it up with saltrice, and I could hear the trees whisper. This close. Smell the water, breath in my gills. The muck. The marsh breathing. And then I think of you.  How do you and Eilan bear this open sky? Too light around the edges, and spare. And this meat like leather, over-ripe.It teaches me how to make sweet-rolls and skin deer and pour mead. And you know to-. So I suppose I bear it too. And I suppose I shouldn’t assume it is the open sky you and I share, no matter how our sister thinks of it. Like the same quilt, she says. As though we were hatchlings of the same brood. I won’t ask. I’ve learnt that lesson all too well. I hope you’re eating well. I hope you’re ali well. -Talen-Jei * Egg-Brother, I drink the sap of not-knowing-why-I-bother-to-lie. Here, to myself, when noone’s looking. There’s an Orphanage, across the street from where I live. The old woman who runs it, a miserable hag. They say she died in her sleep, but I hear different. The guards talk when the mead flows. Found her with her throat slit. Blood everywhere. It isn’t the broth that makes me think of you. --Talen-Jei *

Egg-Brother, Our mother thinks I’ve grown rootless. Calls me an Ojei and yet she takes my money. But you are the pride. She says you feast on Ajum-Ei at the Royal Court. Honest work earns less than that. Asks for more. You wouldn’t know, would you? Sorry. Sorry. I don’t mean to resent. I never do. How could I, when you and I are of one root? Maybe Mother’s right, and all this salt crawls under my scales and turns me blind from the inside. And I don’t even know your face. Just your name, Veezara. --Talen-Jei

Sentence Snippet Thing

Tagged by the besties @wildhexe and @boethiahspillowbook! Thank you! Tagging @elfinismsarts @thequeenofthewinter @archangelsunited. Not sure who else to call out but if you see this, consider yourself tagged!

A brief scene of Talen-Jei being a dear, a confused Wren, and an attempt at writing about food lmao.

“Your dinner, friend.” A husky voice startled her, and Wren turned to see Talen-Jei standing at the tableside with a platter in his hand, which he carefully sat before her. She eyed the food excitedly, especially the centerpiece of grilled salmon with its skin still on and charred nearly black. In life it had swam the rivers and lakes of the Rift, but now it called a puddle of honey-pepper glaze its home. There was even enough extra sauce on the plate to mix in with the potatoes and dip her bread in.

With her stomach growling eagerly for the feast laid before her, Wren reached into her pockets for some coin, but a dismissive wave of Talen’s hand caught her attention.

“A kind soul has already paid for your meal, keep your coin.”

“Huh?” Her somewhat pleasant outlook soured suddenly, and she glanced around the tavern to see if maybe Teldryn had followed her in and bought her meal in hopes to make her feel better—but she didn’t see him anywhere. “Who did this?”

Talen shrugged. “Didn’t catch his name. Some Khajiiti fellow, said he owes you.”

i learned that you can join the thieves guild without framing brand-shei and i am so mad at myself :-(

Marcurio, staring longingly at the Dragonborn: Had a dream I dropped the L word and immediately threatened to kill myself.

Talen-Jei: You probably shouldn't be having nightmares about expressing affection.

Stop Staring At Me With Them Big Ol' Eyes

tes inktober2022 day 25: Love

Finding the amethysts for Talen-Jei and the engagement ring is always annoyingly difficult and I feel bad having to intimidate them for the thieves guild quest line every time they deserve to have a nice life.

TELL HIM TALEN

Children of the Hist - Riften Argonian NPCs

First, Madesi's nicer screenshot

Wujeeta, using a custom Oblivion-inspired horns

Talen-Jei, sporting a feathery style similar to a certain 2nd Era Argoninan

Keerava, with some fancy new bling and horns. I didn't change her actual face/colors much because she's my favorite design from the vanilla game.

From-Deepest-Fathoms, now a bit more Morrowind

I want to study at an Argonian university.

I will spell regret as **shunatei** and use **reed huts**. I would watch **Hallucinations** in my **mind** every night while drinking **Hist sap** with my **Egg-brothers**. I’ll have **Raw meat and Bogwater** every day that’s worth 5 **Septims**. I would go to **An-xileel raids** every night. I am also more likely to meet **Wamasu, Talen-Jei, Jaree-ra,** and **The Nisswo.**

I wish I was argonian : (