#argis

Hi Topsy :> Here's these two adorable idiots for you. I really appreciate this prompt! It's been a joy to write!! (Exceedingly aro of me, but I did also use this as an excuse to get some worldbuilding for the main fic done lol. Thanks for inadvertently helping me make a major character decision for Ondolemar.) Now without further ado:

A Heavy Truth

(Follows Chapter 13 of The World on Our Shoulders & Contains Spoilers For That Story!)

Sixteen days.  

It had been sixteen days since Ondolemar had sent Argis with information for Sybille in the Blue Palace. The trip should have taken maybe a week at worst, especially with the funds he’d used for a carriage. What had happened?

Ondolemar looked around Vlindrel Hall, which was dark and depressing, especially in Argis’s absence. Everything was hewn of stone and decorated with garish Dwemer accents, brass gleaming wrong in the strange light of the overlarge fireplace. It was still cold. It was always cold when he was gone. Everywhere in Skyrim. He hated it here. Hated it. Why had he bought this sorry excuse for a house was beyond him. Expectations, likely. He’d gotten comfortable, even when all his furniture was made of rocks. Even when his only company were thralls and Nords. And now this.

I mean, he’s a pretty blank canvas in game, but yeah here’s my version of Argis. Thank you???

10. Favorite place? Do they go there often?

Before Lein, his favourite place is probably just outside Markarth city walls, where you can look out over the stables and the valley. He finds it peaceful there, when it’s noisy in his head and he doesn’t know how to articulate it or what to do with it. Plus, in my AU, that’s where the guards train, so if he still needs to work out some of it, he can train with his buddies.

After moving to Windstad Manor with Lein, he likes to go up the coast a bit towards High Gate Ruins, to those standing stones which mark the beginning of his romantic relationship with Lein. Because he’s a huge softie like that.

19. What do they wish they knew more about?

Argis never had an education of any kind really. He’s curious and intelligent, but people don’t see past the fact that he never learned to read, and combined with the big ol’ bulwark of muscles he’s got, they tend to see him as a big dumb brute. He wishes he knew more about the actual history of Skyrim etc. Luckily Lein will answer all the questions he’s got. He’s very happy not knowing more about magic though!

Orokin Silva and Aegis concepts for Warframe.

The Dragonborn

Imagine

Imagine the Dragonborn exhausted from a month or few of no sleep trudging home to their love, their spouse. The thought of whom was the only thing keeping them going. At first it was just;

They'll retrieve The Horn of Jurgen Windcaller and come home to their love. They'll swap stories my short travel to their shop tales. They'll enjoy homecooked meals and many pleasant nights.

Then it became:

They just have to do this one thing to keep their love safe and then they'll be reunited.

And finally:

They just want to hold their love, their spouse as they both sleep. To have their love safe in their arms and be asleep for the first time in moons.

When all is said and done, Skyrim is as safe as it was before, which isn't very safe.

At least it's no longer doomed. Their love awaits at home with their lovely shop and heavenly home cooked meals. Though they truly only wish to see their love.

Exhausted and overburdened with the knowledge they've discovered. Worn from the endless fighting to save the world and see their spouse again. They make their way home, climbing the unclimmable mountains, swimming accross lake and running past wolves. It's been too long.

The Dragonborn trudges on faster than they've ever travelled before. With their one priority on their mind, their spouse. The one for whom they would fight armies, take down dragons and go toe to toe with ancient gods. To whom they would give their best armour to protect. For whom they would study a little at the bards college to tell better stories of their adventure. For whom they would marry within hours of proposing. Whose store and cooking are the best in all of the world. The person, no, hero, they live with.

Sleep is secondary but their limbs are on the brink of giving way as they make their way past congratulations of friend and stranger alike. The Dragonborn promises stories, but first they must rest, and no one can argue.

Entering the house, they see their spouse. Their love is as alluring as ever. Yet their greeting is met with their love looking as if they see a ghost.

The Dragonborn can confirm there is no ghost behind them.

"my love... They SAID YOU went to SOVENGUARD!"

Their love's voice breaks over the words as they yell. Realization snaps the thin resolve holding them upright and they fall into their loves' embrace. Relieved their love is safe and horrified for what their spouse must have thought. They are also fighting the urge to fall asleep from severe sleep deprivation.

How could they explain everything to their love? So much has happened and where would they start?

"I did but I live"

It's not nearly enough.

And it's everything because the Dragonborn will sleep holding their love. Comforting each other through nightmares, and talking so much throughout the day that their voices grow hoarse.