Witch Of The Wastes

Curiosity outweighing the fear. The mutual yearning finally realized.

A flash of confidence followed by the immediate fear of ruining something dear. On the other hand, the ready reciprocation and the disillusion of a deeper meaning.

“Oh darling, you have no idea how long I have waited to see your face again.”

“What ails you, Dragonborn? Sentimentality? It seems you have grown to enjoy my company.”

“The gods know how long I have lived without you. I do not intend to do so for another minute.” 

“What is your next move, Mal Dov?”

“Please, allow me one more moment before the world tears us apart.” “I would burn it all down for you, my Dragon. I will lay the world at your feet.” 

“Stop trying to fix me - allow me to drag you to hell, the sweet ecstasy of becoming your worst form.” 

“Once I was a terrible and fearsome god. You have softened me, poisoned me with your kindness.” 

“The Greybeards have taught you well, Dragonborn. But I could teach you more. Take my hand, join me.” 

“In this mortal realm, I am under your power.”