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erika-xero · 7 months

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REPOSTOBER, DAY 27: Moon and Star

A collection of drawings with my Nerevarine, Raelin. TW! this post has some TES-headcanons which might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but please, don’t judge a woman by her headcanons

After her mother died, Raelin became a street performer in the Imperial City. She was a young girl when she got captured by the imperial guards and thrown into the dungeon alongside with another dunmer, for a thing she didn't do. A day after she found herself on a ship sailing to Morrowind, even though she was born and raised in Cyrodiill and has never been to Vvardenfell.

She arrived to Seyda Neen and then the Morrowind storyline begins.

During the Morrowind storyline, she got infected by corprus. She was barely herself by the time she reached Tel Fyr. Divayth Fyr saved her life, and she got so fascinated with him, that it became an obsession. The girl was madly in love and at the same time she was repulsed by the fact that he cloned himself four times and married the clones, so she never approached him. Not only he had four clones of himself, he also managed to clone Raelin while she was recovering from corprus, using her cells. He kept that fact a secret, knowing that she would never forgive him.

Raelin receiving the Moon and Star from Azura in the Cavern of the Incarnate:

Raelin by the Red Mountain:

Raelin in Balmora:

During the Morrowind storyline, Raelin became a part of house Telvanni, though she still preferred using staff as a pole weapon and the theory of magic fascinated her a lot more than the spells she could use in battle. She planned going on an expedition to Akavir, but the Oblivion Crisis prolonged her stay in Morrowind for a few years. She finally managed to leave during the Red Year. Her ship was sailing in the sea when the catastrophe happened. She knew what happened from a vision she got: she helplessly watched the destruction of Vivec, Ald'ruhn and Balmora crumble into dust. Her ship got into a terrible storm and wrecked apart: none of the crewmembers and the expeditioners survived, but her. Corprus changed her body forever: she became a lot stronger, more agile than regular dunmer, immune to any decease, being able to recover a lot faster and survive such damage that would kill a regular person. She survived on an Island and it took her forever to get to Akavir, but eventually, she did. She lived in a tiny shack in the middle of nowhere, the years flew by. In horror, she realised that she never aged. Her body remained young, the terrible injuries she got during the shipwreck didn't leave a single scar on her body. She most likely coundn't have children anymore. She was scared and devastated, she lost everything she loved, she lost her land, her people, and she also felt like she've lost herself.

She still has visions. She dreamed of the past and of the nearest future, and the Tang Mo, who, at first, were disturbed by her presence on their land, started to see her as a shaman, a wise woman, even though she was significantly different from them. She eventually made friends among them. One night, she had a vision: a daedra appearing out of nowhere somewhere at the bog, in a form of a man. She went out to search from him and found him and saw that he is no daedra, but a white haired mer, covered in blood and mud. Here's a bunch of post-Morrowind concepts:

Champion of Cyrodiil/Hero of Kwatch post: here

And some Nerevarine/Champion stuff under cut:

#the elder scrolls #repostober #digital art #fantasy art #fantasy #tes morrowind #the elder scrolls: morrowind #dunmer #female nerevarine #nerevarine #champion of cyrodiil #hero of kvatch #do not shame a woman for her fics

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the-ace-of-fools · 6 months

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“I thought there might be some measure of hope still left for you.”

“Hope?” The word was uttered with disdain. “I thought you were smarter than that, elf,” Miraak said, turning his ethereal form to the surrounding peaks. “I don’t want it. I don’t need it. I would sooner spend a second eternity in Apocrypha than allow it to poison my mind.”

He turned to Solinar again.

“There is no hope, only action.”

#the elder scrolls #tes skyrim #skyrim #tesblr #miraak #tes oc #dovahkiin #this is from a fic i've been writing for a year and a half now #unfortunately haven't gotten around to actually posting it yet lol #the bubble-less version isn't particularly more detailed so not gonna post it i think #kinda wanted to draw him maskless as i usually do but at this point he would still be wearing it so #did not do that #idk if it's noticeable but the orange thingie coming from miraak's hood is hair.#i have no idea how he wouldn't have at least some of it stick from under the hood/mask if he had it longer than shoulder length #oh also he's supposed to be see-through (hence the 'ethereal') but i didn't like how that looked so he got a halo of sunrise instead x)#so there

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unknownhomosapien · 9 months

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Godryn felt a strange tremble inside the amulet. Or it was his own hand? Could have sworn that there were voices, but it was hard to understand what they said.

He also remembered, that masked man gave him the same one in the dream few nights ago. It was a type of situation, when Godryn had no idea what to do.

His foresight powers got unusually stronger since arrival to Vvanderfell.

He got too much attention from the people, like they afraid of him.

Masked man actually helping him to understand, who is he really are.

And damn amulet, that was thrown away, because voices are too loud in his head. Because its new question with no answer.

Au, where everything was the same, except Voryn and Nerevar got different endings in the battle of Red Mountain. Godryn Ovathur, the incarnation of Voryn Dagoth, decided to start a new life in Morrowind, a motherland of his ancestors, but he did not expect WHO they were.

•Nerevar being sharmat, but he is not identify himself as god actually, more like being blessed to save people of Morrowind from traitors

•House Dagoth actually awake only because Dagoth' descendants. Its them being capable to spread coprus

•Nerevar "recruiting" only Dissident Priests and ashlanders. Instead of nightmares he shows what could be if Tribunal and Empire wasn't in rule. Yea, basically roasting them, lmao

#morrowind #tes #the elder scrolls #reverse au #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #dagoth ur #nerevoryn #kinda experemented with style and dont like it actually ahhdhahsha #well at least clothes look okay like i wanted #i wish to write a fic but im not a good english speaker #maybe I'll wrote more or if someone ask questions ab au #yeah im lazy sorry #my art

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falmerbrook · 2 months

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Snow Elf culture?

*pulls up a chair*

Perhaps...

A wee disclaimer that I'm not particularly good or creative with developing cultures or societies, but my brain has just latched on to the snow elves in a way where I can't stop myself. But anyway

I developed a lot of this because of a big ass draft for a fic I've been writing on and off about Gelebor and Vyrthur, so a lot of my headcanons are religion heavy. I'll start there:

Gelebor seems to place Auri-El and the Chantry of Auri-El as having significant importance to the Snow Elves over the other gods/temples. He's probably got a bit of bias in that regard since he's devoted his life to Auri-El, but in order to differentiate their religion from the other elven ones I like to think that their religion in general worshipped Auri-El as not even just as the figure head of their pantheon, but almost monotheistical, while the other gods (Trinimac, Syrabane, Jephre and Phynaster according to Gelebor) were like minor divine figures or just legendary heroes even more than in Altmer myth, depending on the interpretation. My idea is that if their culture had been allowed to continue on, it would've eventually become monotheistic, but by the arrival of the Nords they were in a bit of an awkward transition period with it.

I also like to lean into the sun motif with Auri-El that they established in Dawnguard and with Auriel's Bow, partially because it's another thing to make their depiction of him more unique, and in part because it makes some very juicy irony for Vyrthur. Some ideas include:

- The more religious folk tend to pray at noon when the sun is at it's highest. - The two biggest snow elf festivals happen on the summer and winter solstices. As far north as they are, the summer solstice is during a time of year where the sun barely sets and the winter one is during a time of year where it barely rises. The summer one is more jovial and celebratory, with a grand feast. With almost 24 hours of daylight, the festivities last up to three days straight, with folks commonly staying awake for over 24 hours. Most of it is spent outside, with the celebration being focused on making the most of the weather and daylight hours to spend as much time in the sun and the light of Auri-El as possible. The winter festival is as large scale but lasts longer and is lower-key. It also involves a feast but features more winter foods and meat and alcohol. It is more pensive. At this point in the year, there is no full daylight, and so this season is seen as a test of one’s faith and mental fortitude. This festival acts as a break from this trying time, taking time to relax, build community (a strong community will allow them to make it through the winter and strengthen their minds), and bond with family and friends. It is about a weeklong break, where leading up to the festival everyone works harder to prepare for it and allow themselves to have the break. There are activities and festivities, but they remain indoors for the most part and are smaller. - I've referenced this before, but with long winters with little sunlight (due to harsh weather and short days), they see that time of year as a reflective test of will and faith.

Due to their proximity to dragons, it was hard to miss the connection between Auri-El (/Akatosh) and dragons, and so their depiction of Auri-El is either much more influenced by the iconography of dragons, or is a dragon (although their depiction of dragon Auri-El is much more benevolent than the Nord/Atmoran one). I got the idea for this one from this Reddit post (i know I dog on Reddit a lot but this one has got some fun stuff in it, even if it's a bit out there)

^On that note, later in the timeline (post Dragon War (the timeline is very fuzzy on when this and the Night of Tear happens. They are both sometime vaguely in the late Merethic Era I believe, but it's unclear which happens first or how long each conflict is)) some Snow Elves see a sort of unreturned, unofficial comradery with dragons, seeing themselves as both on the receiving end of the Nord's/Atmoran's brutality (disregarding whether it was warranted or not in the context of the Dragon War).

Ok here's some more general cultural ones:

I mentioned my reasoning for this in this post, but I like to think their general settlements were not as permanent, with a larger focus on wood and building into the sides of hills (good for warmth), while their temples tended to be made of stone and much more permanent. This is why there are so few identifiable Snow Elf ruins across Skyrim. Their cities and towns were easy to wipe out, scavenged for resources, or were in good places for Nordic cities (perhaps Bromjunaar was originally the site of a Snow Elf city?), and their temples were either very hidden (e.g. the Chantry of Auri-El) or eventually converted to Nordic temples.

I love this journal in general for gleaning ideas for Snow Elf headcanons for, but one interesting this is the use of "Old Ones" and "Young One". They're treated like established titles. From that I like to think they place a lot of emphasis on the respect of those older than you. The social hierarchy and whose opinions are most valued is heavily influenced by age. Folks call anyone older or more revered “Old Ones” as a term of respect, and anyone younger than them “Young Ones”. Old One is almost never used in a demeaning way, but Young One can be (not always). Typically, “Old Ones” is used in the third person (e.g. you wouldn’t refer to someone directly as “old one”) whole “Young One(s)” can be used as an epithet for someone directly or in third person.

When thinking about death/"burial" customs (needed for some scenes in the fic I'm planning), you have to consider that there probably wasn't a lot of land in a place like Skyrim where someone can be buried. Nords intern their dead in crypts or burn them to get around this, and I like to think Snow Elves participated in something akin to sky burials (at least sometimes). After preparation, the departed's body is left outside on a ledge, cliff, or the temple balcony to be scavenged by birds. This is seen as a metaphorical return to Aetherius, while their soul literally returns to it. They do this even in poor weather or deep winter. If it doesn’t thaw and rot/be scavenged until months later, so be it. The length it takes to rot is considered indicative of how long it takes for the spirit to let go and move on (not in a bad way though. It’s interpreted more in the way of the soul or body grieving). It's seen as if they may wish to wait until spring to finally rot if they want to experience one more warm, sunny day.

Food (I mostly wrote this in my notes in the context of the Forgotten Vale and Chantry of Auri-El, but I think it could work elsewhere as well to an extent): Plant-based food is grown in gardens in the spring and summer, and that that is able to be stored is carefully preserved through the fall and winter. Winter foods include some nuts, dried vegetables, and dried and preserved/fermented grains (like wheat, barely). These foods must be eaten slowly throughout the winter to last, and winter diets are more meat based. Summer foods include apples, cabbage/lettuce, leeks, tomatoes etc. Snowberries can be found in the wild out of season of most other fruits, and provide fruit in very early spring. Occasionally, fungus from caves is harvested, but this is seen as a delicacy (foreshadowing).

Ok, that's it for now. I gotta go to bed. Thanks for the ask!!!! :D

#charlie its always sunny in philadelphia voice 'can we talk about falmer please ive been dying to talk about falmer all day'#mine #ask #tes #skyrim #the elder scrolls #snow elf #snow elves #reading my notes doc while making this and i was really cooking on some things. didnt include them all becasue some are very specific for #that fic i keep referencing #like i had to try to elaborate on the religious hierarchies and duties of each position because that was obviously gonna be relevant #but its sorta half baked rn #also i want to have some more headcanons for later in case someone asks again :)

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yansurnummu · 3 months

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he's having a really bad day

#yans art #elder scrolls online #eso #tesblr #hermaeus mora #body horror #eye trauma #uuuuh idk if this warrants more tagging #pssst it is based on a scene from my fic #dralvayn arano

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peltigaan · 4 months

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Hlaalu Tevimir Ra'athim

#morrowind #tes morrowind #the elder scrolls #nerevarine #dunmer #house hlaalu #digital art #fanart friday #pel draws #i have this whole fic about him outlined but i doubt i'll get around to writing it lol

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dirty-bosmer · 3 months

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Fandom: Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion Relationship: Mathieu Bellamont/Lucien Lachance but in the "haha, I want to kill you so bad that I'll cut you open and crawl inside your skin" sort of way. content warning: dissolution of the self, murder and the grief that accompanies it.

I just really love Mathieu Bellamont, okay? He gives me more excuses to write angst. Here I wanted to write a series of microfics that explore the tragic relationships he has with the people in his life, past and present

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Remember the breeze? Remember its salt tang? Remember the snap of the sails in the harbor, the rolling rhythm of Wayrest’s waters, how sharp the first breath hit the back of our throats when we rose from the white-wash, hand in hand?

When we were together— alone together— we were perfect, could have stayed like that forever. Weren’t you happier too when it was just the two of us, you and I away from Father? If only you knew what I knew, that nothing else really mattered. Together, we were whole, Mother. Why did you have to bring us back to that house we knew was never a home?

— from the diary of Mathieu Bellamont

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Because at nine you saw his sickness in the flesh, an evil so mindless, so monstrous that your little voice couldn’t yet find the words to name it anything but death. Because death’s fist clenches much further than its arm can reach, and only in her absence did you learn her passing had killed the both of you, that beyond the artifice, beneath the skin, it was all blood and bone and borrowed time. Ten thousand suns and ten thousand more to come— they rise, each one, like the weals left by biting gnats. As a boy, all your wounds too were circles, and sometimes you wonder, were there anything left of him, what shape would he have become?

The shadows pulse along the sanctuary wall— yours, a gnarl of limbs bent by the weight of accruing grief that as a boy frightened you so much you fell asleep with your eyes open. Hours you’d spend watching your silhouette warp in the receding light, convinced even your own body could betray you. And why shouldn’t it? Flesh deceived you once before, and your father’s blood beats within you still, a traitor’s poison. Hear it sloshing. Hear it straining, slow and viscous, stirred by some feat of necromantic magic keeping your corpse tethered to Nirn. Yes, though these eyes blink and this mouth moves, you hang beneath the surface of the skin. The hand in the puppet, the echo of an old command, yet there is no more man here than there is in a persistent haunting. Vellum thin, an islet of bruise in a blue spider web of veins. On your tongue, a ferrous taste. Were you a curse or were you never more than an afterthought of Arkay’s to begin with? See, it’s not so much death you’ve cheated as it’s life you’ve managed to escape, but men as small as you can do that when made up of empty space.

Your existence has been no more than an exercise in breathing as little as possible, taking only from Nirn what is needed to carry onward one more day. Consume too much of life, and you risk dissolving the formlessness you’ve cultured. Someone might notice, reach out and touch you, pull you off your liminal stage. Pray tell, what happens then? Do you precipitate? A deposition— can you turn the vapor back to crystal, form the memory of what was into the man who should have been? If someone called your name, could you answer sure and without wincing? Could you level a stare, gaze back into the eyes of the damned and living and see reflected there the shape of you, the quake of you? Could you risk it?

To go on knowing that maybe you weren’t drowned completely, that all this time you could have saved yourself if only you had reached, that when Arkay turned his back and let the dead wash up, blue and bloated, maybe your mother’s life wasn’t the one you’d been brought back to retrieve.

And are you both or are you neither when all that’s left of her is your face? No, no. Tell yourself she is not gone, merely going, and keep your grip tight even if it demands all of your strength, because wherever she is, there you are too. Remember that her heart beat once for the both of you, and though what you share now is not life, it is sacred, a bond more binding than your father’s blood. How could anyone else comprehend it? The others sleeping in the sanctuary, their body heat like a low grade fever, will never know you’re not their brother, already someone else’s son. And you’re a son as long as you remember that you are a part of her, the heart of her, that even before you came into this world, you were wanted, you were loved.

And if the boy you were was still here, would you recognize him? Would he, you, lying awake as you are now, dry eyes turned to the horizon’s beginning light? Imagine him somewhere on the water, trawled up and imploded, body misshapen, his smile split like an open coffin. Imagine him shadowless and shapeless, lying still and blistering with hope as he waits for the next of ten thousand suns for the day he’s made back into one.

Take comfort then in having been born again a ghost, for you do not look to the future. There is none.

#heeheehooo I have no shame. I am unstoppable #sonny writes #mathieu bellamont #tesblr #the elder scrolls oblivion #tes fic #the elder scrolls #the dark brotherhood

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divine-adeline · 2 years

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lil concept of sian for tonight 😎 her eyes turned out more purple than i’d like them to be but i did draw pupils and she Did look insane so i tried to cover them up and it just turned out Really purple

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theribbajack · 4 months

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Dinok ahrk Vahdin - 'Death and the Maiden'

Posted this already in answer to an ask but I like how it turned out so I decided to make a standalone post for it :) The sequel to this picture featuring Konahrik and the Falmer in an alternate ending for my fic Death and the Maiden.

Progress GIF below the cut!

#my art #my oc #skyrim #konahrik #tes v #falmer #tes #my fic #the elder scrolls #snow elf #dragon priest #my writing #does this count as double posting?#i hope not #i figure some ppl would want a version without all my commentary lol #ngl i really like how this came out #might be a personal fav for me #but i do like aspects of the first one a bit more haha

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thana-topsy · 11 months

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I made this short comic for my friend, muldezgron, earlier this year with the intention of coloring it, but I never did! Anyhoo, this is a scene from his AMAZING fanfic “Ingenious Gentlemen and the Persistence of Memory”. If you want a plot heavy, lore rich, absolute banger of a story that will make you absolutely fall in love with Cadwell, I can’t recommend it enough. It’s one of those fics that I know I’ll be re-reading for years to come.

#topsy draws #elder scrolls #elder scrolls online #Skyrim #Skyrim fanfiction #elder scrolls fanfiction #friends fics #Topsy’s fic recs #sheogorath #cadwell #sir cadwell of codswallop #tesblr #elder scrolls fanart #skyrim fanart

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mareenavee · 11 months

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Nyenna ☼ & Teldryn ☾✩

First art of Nyenna and Teldryn for my fic, The World on Our Shoulders! Done by my friend, the most esteemed Painting.Roses on Insta.

#MareenaWrites #Nyenna #The World on Our Shoulders #Teldryn Sero #LDB/Teldryn Sero #Nyenna/Teldryn Sero #Nerevarine Teldryn Sero #painting.roses #Skyrim #Elder Scrolls #tesblr #fanficblr #writeblr #writblr #skyrim fic #skyrim fanart #teldryn sero art

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martindeservedbetter · 2 months

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loathing you wasn't right

Teldryn Sero x F! Dragonborn! Reader word count: 2118 triggers: none

"You're going back to Skyrim… without me?! Why?!"

"It's just…" she stared off, not wanting to meet Teldryn's upset eyes.

"... I didn't want to bring you home, to Skyrim, that is. I just wanted two lives, a Dragonborn for one, and a welcoming adventurous patron for the other. Which means-"

"You don't want me to ruin your perfect picture… what a load of crap. Fine. Go on then, go do your Skyrim things. Just know that I'll be exploring Tamriel on my own, and I won't be here when you get back."

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Skip forward two weeks and Teldryn was still wasting away his days in the Retching Netch, hoping that maybe, just maybe she'd come back to him.

"Still moping over Y/n, I see," Geldis teased, placing a drink down in front of Teldryn, who sat at the bar for once, rather than the upper-level seating area.

"I paid for a drink, not a snide remark, Geldis."

"Just go out adventuring as you said. Get your mind off of her."

"And where should I be going? Hmm? The only way off this rock is to Skyrim, and I don't fancy running into her."

"Is it perhaps because you fancy her? You get it because-"

"I don't need this," Teldryn stood up, tossing Geldis some septims, grabbed his sujamma, and turned to leave the corner club.

"You can't run from your feelings, Teldryn!"

"Just watch me!”

He retorted, securing his chitin helmet back on his head before being met with the ashen atmosphere of Raven Rock.

Oh, how he loathed the place.

Sure, he had made it his home for countless years and had made many fond memories with the people, but he loathed it all the same.

Teldryn seemed to loathe many things.

He loathed the way she laughed and said his name.

He loathed the fact that she would hug him after a battle.

He loathed the way she stared in awe of their campfires.

And most importantly, he loathed the way his chest hurt when he thought of her.

“Damn her.”

It was like he couldn’t look around at the village in front of him, because all he saw were the memories bubbling up. He only stared ahead, trying to blot out any of his thoughts, and it came as no surprise to himself that he found himself pushing through the doors of her home.

The large manor she had been given was dark and cold. She had left many of her belongings behind. And Teldryn would fondly stare at them, as he continued down into the main part of her home.

“You’re more than welcome to stay here with me, Teldryn.”

“You can’t actually mean that, Y/n.”

“No, I do. It’s too large to live in alone. There’s this room over here,” she grabbed his hand and pulled him over,” I would love it if it was yours.”

“Then I’ll stay. If that’s what you wish.”

Teldryn stared down at his hand clenching and unclenching it, before shaking his head and scolding himself for trying to remember how pleasant her hand felt in his-

“Just stop it! You’re Teldryn Sero! The best swordsman in Morrowind! You’re not some lovesick s’wit, so stop acting like one.”

It was a lame attempt at clearing his mind, but he accepted it all the same and made his way into the master bedroom. Her bedroom.

What a mistake.

Her room still smelled of her, the same smell that filled his nose as she would bury her face into his chest while hugging. And although every part of him told him to leave, he stayed.

He fell onto her bed, overwhelmed by the scent of her and the softness of the furs that covered her blanket.

“Y/n… why did you leave me..?”

He muttered, tearing the helmet back off of his face and tossing it far away from him.

He heard the shattering of glass, and he cringed.

“Damn it…”

He slowly brought himself to his feet and saw the shattered vase on her desk, and as he gathered the pieces, his eyes caught the scribbling of his name.

Teldryn Sero

He set the shards aside and opened the folded paper.

I have to leave Solstheim. I can’t stay any longer, I refuse to fall anymore in love with him. Teldryn Sero… such a grumpy elf… but that didn’t stop my foolish heart. Those crimson eyes have me swooning and I want to wake up to the rasp of his voice in the morning for hundreds of thousands of mornings. But he doesn’t deserve to deal with the life I lead. The constant never knowing if I’ll return again. The endless traveling and speaking to officials, not to mention the threat of the civil war… Teldryn deserves to follow someone, to love someone that’s not me.

I’ll suffer for a thousand years if it means that Teldryn is happy.

“Stupid… so stupid…”

That didn’t stop the shaking of his hands or the pounding of his heart.

It was astonishing to learn that she had felt the same all this time. For Teldryn, it was like time stood still. Everything he loathed about her wasn't quite what he thought.

He loved the way she laughed and said his name.

He loved the fact that she would hug him after a battle.

He loved the way she stared in awe of their campfires.

He loved her.

Teldryn wanted her to wake up in his arms and see that smile she wore after hearing his voice. He wanted morning kisses and slow dances in the kitchen. He wanted everything you would never think a mercenary would want, he wanted to be loved.

Teldryn's body seemed to drag itself out of her home and back to the docks, staring out at the grayed sky and the barren harbor.

He stared out at the abyss of sea separating him from her.

"The Northern Maiden is set to return today."

"Hmm?"

Teldryn turned to the voice of the Nordic docks worker.

"You look like a man who needs to be elsewhere."

"Well thank you for telling me what I look like, I truly appreciate it."

"I'm just trying to help-"

"And I don't need it. Please go run along, and do whatever it is you do," Teldryn retorted, snapping at the poor man.

The Nord quickly scampered away from the Dunmer.

"You know, you didn't have to scare the boy, Teldryn. He did give you the information you wanted." Spoke the familiar voice.

"...I didn’t recall needing your opinion, Geldis,” Teldryn called, turning around to face his only friend.

“Ah,” spoke the Dunmeri barkeep,” but you clearly need it. You’ve been falling apart for weeks. What changed and brought you here? Did you finally realize?”

“Realize what? There’s nothing to realize-”

“Teldryn Sero, you must be a s’wit if you haven’t realized it yet. You’re in love with the Dragonborn.”

Teldryn scoffed and turned away from him.

“You can’t even lie and say no. You’ve just gotten quiet for the first time in your life.”

“You haven’t known me nearly that long-”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not the grumpy mercenary that sat in my bar for months, boasting his skills. You’re not a quiet mer, Teldryn. Just admit it.”

“No, alright? She’s already gone, and she’s been gone. Realizing something so significant now will just… just make the pain in my chest worse.”

"...you'll never be better if you don't admit it. If you truly want to move on-"

"Ah, but there's a problem Geldis. I don't want to. I don't think I can. I've never loved a man or mer before in my 200 years of life…"

"So you're holding on. You're going to spend your dying breaths waiting for that girl to return…"

"I've never made the best decisions, Geldis, you know that. Just let me have this."

"Just promise yourself and me this, you'll tell her if you see her again. You'll tell her everything Teldryn.”

“I guess I can try.”

He huffed, trying to maintain his composure and arrogant demeanor, but by Azura, he should’ve known the mer could see through it.

��Teldryn.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll tell Y/n that I… that I-”

He faked a cough, trying to cover his tracks with a ‘damn ash’.

“You’re a sorry excuse for a Dunmer if you can’t say three words.”

“She isn’t here, so I don’t have to say a word.”

Teldryn walked down the pier, fully ignoring Geldis’s protests.

And now we’re back to being a lovesick s’wit, fantastic. At least I can catch the first boat out of here, now to just…

He once again threw back on his helmet and leaned against the stone building, deciding now was a good time to get his rest before boarding the ship. He had learned how to sleep standing upright after being a mercenary for quite a number of years. The man let out a sigh and settled into a comfortable position before drifting into a light sleep.

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“Teldryn?”

Ah, her voice. What a cruel joke, can’t even dream in peace.

“Silly mer…”

He felt something brush against his jaw through the scarf.

“I’ll cut your hand off if you don’t put it down,” he muttered, not bothering to open his eyes.

“Well, it’s a good thing that wasn’t my hand then.”

Then the voice proceeded to do the same thing again, which quickly brought Teldryn out of any drowsiness he had.

“I already warned you-! Y/n?”

His voice softened when he recognized her, and he felt his face begin to warm in embarrassment.

“Hey… I’m back.”

“...Why?”

He watched her face shift into one of amusement to a bittersweet one.

“I missed you. It was a mistake to leave. I wasn’t expecting to find you here.”

“I never left…”

He muttered, turning his face away.

“I’m glad…” she slipped her hand into his, interlocking their fingers.

Teldryn looked down at their hands, and couldn’t quell the anxiety that came off of him in droves.

“I uh… I need to tell you something.”

“Of course, Teldryn. You can tell me anything.”

“So…” he sucked in a sharp breath.

“...I didn’t exactly know how to cope with you leaving. Hit the Netch every night, and tried to sleep the day away…”

She began to run her thumb across the back of his gloved hand.

“...and I just… had so much resentment for you. It took those two weeks for me to figure it out but… I’ve learned that I simply adore your smile…”

He took a short pause to catch the embarrassed smile that ghosted her lips.

“...that I enjoyed your hugs, that I found your facial expressions… pleasant.”

“Oh yeah?”

That stupid smile of hers had come back to stay, clearly amused by his awkwardness.

"I suppose I learned that I… love you."

"I love you too Teldryn."

It blew him away how she answered him immediately, this interesting shine in her eyes. It took him a moment to realize that they were tears.

"Don't cry," he mused, wiping the tears away from her face.

"I'm just so happy. I really thought I had lost you…"

"Never. I would have waited a thousand years for you, just to have this."

Teldryn brought her hand to his lips, brushing the scarf away, and placing a kiss to her knuckles.

"Really?" She smiled, still in tears, but clearly feeling better about the situation.

"Really."

"Can I ki-"

She put her hands up to the sides of his face.

"Please do," he muttered in response, pulling the chitin helmet off and dropping it.

Y/n pulled him down to meet her, lips connecting and sending chills down his spine, pleasantly surprised by the feelings he received, he smiled into the kiss.

She was the first to pull away, grinning like an idiot, but Teldryn knew he looked the same.

"Be mine?"

"I assumed we were already there, but absolutely."

"S'wit."

"You love me."

He rolled his eyes, failing to stop smiling as well.

"I simply adore you."

Teldryn watched as her face wore a soft smile and she seemed to lose her footing.

"Oh, you like that? You want more pleasant compliments?" Teldryn teased.

"Stop being mean."

"Never," he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She gave a soft hum in response.

"Any jobs available? I'd love to bring my mercenary along."

"Well I heard the Skaals could use some help, though, it's far too cold for my liking."

"That sounds like a new adventure. Let's go!"

He quickly grabbed his helm as she dragged him by the hand.

And by Azura, did he love her more than anything.

#first fic i've posted on here!#i originally posted these on wattpad and now i wanna see how well they do on tumblr #skyrim #tes v #tes #teldryn sero #teldryn sero x reader #teldryn sero x dragonborn #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #teldryn x reader #tes fic #martindeservedbetter #solstheim

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