Plunger

The worst day of my life… Losing you. You went missing all those years ago. We searched everywhere for you, sent out alerts, and there was a search team. They struck when the iron was hot. I didn't know how long you were gone for, I didn't know how it happened… And to think you went missing after our argument. Something so trivial. Something that I regret everyday.

They thought that you were a victim of the serial kidnapper though none of the evidence ever linked to it. Despite that I was desperate enough to believe it even deep down I knew you weren't involved. Maybe it was just the tiny sliver of hope to correct my wrongs. To apologize even if you probably hate my guts now.

When they caught the bastard I should've been happy. But I was empty… Because when the authorities release all details of the victims but you weren't there. There was no evidence, no connection, all hope almost snuffed out at that moment. The light seemed to dim after that.

Why?

Everyone just seemed to move on. Saying that you were either dead or you ran off. Your case became cold. Despite me pleading for them to look deeper into it. They didn't… In their words there were more important cases. You didn't matter enough to them. They didn't care as much as I did.

I was so blinded by rage and sorrow that I said a few choice words to the investigators. I expected them to just lock me up when I snapped at them but all they did was look down at me in pity. They told me to just move on… That it has been a couple of years.

Wherever I went people stared. Saying their condolences as if you were dead. But you weren't. The feeling of your lips, your embrace, your scent, everything. It was alive. Alive in my memories. Why couldn't they see that? My heart will never leave me astray. Every beat will lead into your arms. I know it. I just can't give up, for if it were you in my shoes you would move heaven and hell to find me.

Each day more people gave up. Including your parents. They held a memorial service for you. I didn't dare go near it because I knew they would try to convince me to just move on. That you would understand. That you wouldn't want me to suffer!

But all of this suffering is worth it. I hired private investigators to try to get a lead because everyone else is useless. Was it expensive? Yes. Yes it was. But you're priceless to me. But even the best of the best seemed to drop me as a client when the trail leads to the same dead end. Some refund me as if I were some charity case!

So I had a bounty, because I knew that no one can resist the siren call of greed. Everyone jumped at the chance to get the money. Suddenly your case wasn't cold. Suddenly you weren't a lost cause. But one man was different from the others. He told me to take down the bounty. That he knew where you were.

I followed this stranger to a different country. I thought he would be leading me to the local authorities of that country or maybe a hiding place? But no. He led me to a museum. At that moment I thought he was mocking me. But I listened. Because he was the only lead.

He led me to an exhibit. Nothing caught my attention as I strolled by. Paintings of historic figures. Stories about a hero who saved the day. A hero who apparently came out of a time rift. Then we stopped at one display case. It had a beaten up outfit of the hero who quelled the rampaging beasts. I didn't understand anything when staring at the exhibit. I could see something similar back at home. The man pulled out an odd looking phone and handed it to me.

He turned it on revealing the lock screen. I was met with my own sleeping face. At that moment I realized that this phone belonged to you. The man then gave me a bunch of old letters, all addressed to me.

I spent all day reading through them, you were so scared in an unknown region. You kept talking about how once you returned home you would tell me all about your journey. How hard you were working to please the voice that led you through all of this so you can return. You talked about how much you missed me, how you regret running off during that argument, how all you can think about is my embrace.

Within those letters there goes a ring…

It fits.

You wrote these letters to me to try and tell me how hard you were working to get home. For me to not worry and that you would find a way. That we could continue our life together soon.

I can wait for an eternity my love.

Your letters have given me hope. Now I want to return it with this letter.

My love, I know times are scary, I know that you're fighting against the odds, I know right now you feel alone but you aren't. I'm right there in your heart, I'm besides you in spirit.

Don't give up.

I kept having a reoccurring dream about Mac and Skyrim. Where they're an alchemist or wizard or something and I would always come to them after a rough battle. Sometimes they would follow me on my journey and try to stop me from stealing and pick pocketing random shit but not because it's wrong it's because they don't want me getting caught. They always believe that me placing buckets on people's heads wouldn't work but it does and they just sit there in shock because it works. But sometimes those dreams become nightmares where Mac starts questioning their existence when they notice the strange things NPCs do and some glitches and then they become sentient and beg me not to turn off the game because that means they won't see me again and then trapping me in Skyrim.

(Ramble here)

So anyways this gave me the idea of Dragonborn reader and Alchemist/Wizard Mac. Maybe Arch mage Mac? Minus the nightmare shit.

What if you end up waking up from a tough battle and Mac is there tending to your wounds. They then give you some potions. They know you from all of the rumors of you being the dragonborn and you being well a bit notorious with your strange actions and your crazy feats. They're sort of like a fan, and see it as a bit of an honor to be in your presence. Though they wonder how you got so injured in the first place and you reply with "I thought I could ride the dragon and it flung me."

Well that would explain everything... They process your words and after a minute they finally reply. They tell you to be more careful and to keep more health potions on you. And they tell you to come back anytime you need healing. You thank them and give them some gold even though they didn't ask for any. They watch you run off and some part of them hoped that you would come back...

Well. You liked Mac a lot. You thought they were nice. So you became even more reckless in fights, hoping that you get hurt so you can have a reason to visit them. Is this a bit concerning? Yes. Yes it is. You could've just talked to them like a normal person but you just couldn't now could you. With each visit Mac gets more and more concerned about you getting injured. Weren't the health potions not enough? (you kept them stored away in your inventory...)

So they decided to teach you some healing spells... This allowed you two to bond some more! Sure you know how to heal yourself but Mac doesn't know that! (They do)

After a while you didn't want to concern Mac with your injuries so you stopped being an idiot. But you decided to gather some random things you think they'd like. Flowers, jewelry that you totally didn't steal, gold, animal parts, anything. You would haul them over to Mac or force the person who is following you to do it and you'd just chat with Mac for an hour or two and then leave. This got to the point that people start gossiping about what you two are doing. Some thinks it's an affair, others think you're both doing some random magic, and one random conspiracy theorist starts making stupid conspiracy theories about you guys which no one believes.