Miraak Has Some Serious Big Dick Energy

Miraak has some serious Big Dick Energy™

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“Never the same” Miraak Drabble

(Some very short angst with my favorite boi)

He was no fool. The world was different, he knew it would be. That wasn't the problem though. The change was expected, after all. Thousands, upon thousands of years of mysterious appearing books floating before his very eyes- each word and it's stylistic flow changing from years of evolution and worming it's way into his mind, allowing some tether to cling to..granting the ability to understand that though the plane he once was imprisoned on remained ever still- frozen- the world he truly belonged to was changing.

At first it was a terrible feeling, knowing not only that whatever people he once knew were lost to time- dead- but his culture itself was no more? Yeah, it was terrible. However the old saying was true, with time..that horror faded. If anything, it only gave him the fire he needed to follow through with his eon long plans to finally return.

At least until now.

You, of course, were wonderful..he loved you in the most complex way. Enemies to lovers, a destined union. Two dovahkiins, the very material of a legendary story. Bards would practically cry, begging to compose some feeble song regarding the story of your love. That was enough of that. Besides, at this moment you were preoccupied with whatever sweet dreams the divines could fathom, sleeping peacefully in your shared bed..perhaps even reaching for him? He’d certainly like to think so.

Regardless, the lack of your presence only gave way to an already over active mind to become completely inconsolable. He could feel that the deeper he went into his thoughts, the heavier the pounding of his heart was. The sound itself was deafening, is this what madness felt like? It couldn’t be.

Whatever it was, the more he focused upon reality, the deeper the sorrow became. Even with monuments of old still standing before him, he knew they were never going to be like they were in his past.

Perhaps this is why whenever the gentle sea breeze hit his bare face, he then could feel the most peculiar of things..tears. Tears silently falling with only the two moons and the sky as witnesses.

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