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skyrim scenery - part 19

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skyrim scenery - part 18

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reblog for better sample size

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martin septim seeing the hero of kvatch for the first time and immediately being drawn to them

and when they say they’re here for him? that he’s the son of the late emperor, and they’re bound to sweep him away to jauffre? the way they look at him, like he’s the one thing that matters in the Nine’s almighty world. oh, that will take some getting used to.

he is cautious at first, of course— he knows because his time before he was a priest that the instant allure of anything is something to be wary of. by the time they’ve almost arrived to weynon priory, the two have made camp out in the wilderness beneath the moons of Nirn so many times, shared a campfire for warmth between their bedrolls night after night, he can tell when they’ve fallen asleep by the sound of their breath, the characteristic twitches of their legs.

he also knows how to tell when his hero is having a nightmare, the plane of oblivion come back to haunt them even in their sleep. knows when to wake them up, to lull them into a calmer state of sleep with a little conversation, perhaps telling them stories of his youth, his days as a farmer’s son. sweet nothing tales of him chasing runaway chickens around the yard. anything to keep the daedra from visiting them in their sleep. when the hero asks him to pull his bedroll closer to theirs, he knows it’s over for him.

oh, he’s smitten. completely gone. but the hero doesn’t know; how could they? they’re bound by their word to uriel, their late emperor, the father he never knew. that was all this was, wasn’t it? first, he was their mission. then, he was just someone familiar. someone who knew at least a fraction of the horror that the hero experienced inside the oblivion gate because he bore witness to the siege of kvatch.

nothing would come of these feelings he had. nothing could.

until the night before they’re to arrive at weynon priory, he hears the hero mutter his name in their sleep. so softly at first, that he could have been hearing things. but then when the hero repeats themselves, a few minutes later… well, perhaps his situation wasn’t as hopeless as he thought. he can’t help the grin that tugs at the corners of his lips as he closes his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of his hero’s breath.

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Welp, here come the screenshots. They are holding hands guys, M’aiq the Trustworthy told me so

While trying to angle my camera for these screenshots I realised I was taking Photo Mode in games for granted. Put Pa’iic in a dress because it matched Martin’s. Sorta

(Spoilers below!)

Kind of a bad omen to wear the fit your dad died in but who am I to judge, I’ve looted worse corpses for less.

And here we have me dying in this section several times which led to two seperate instances of Martin yelling at me from across a battlefield (the kind and understanding Daedra paused in their attack to let us talk)

I actually do really like the idea of this scene being Martin yelling at us from across a battlefield.

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imperial bridge inn

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elenglynn

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oblivion scenery - part 21

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oblivion scenery - part 20

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oblivion scenery - part 19

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landscapes of skyrim - part 5

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oblivion scenery - part 18

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oblivion scenery - part 17

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The Hero of Kvatch with barely intact sanity after closing dozens of Oblivion gates and fighting in a major battle, listening to Mankar Camoran mock Martin:

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martin's book recommendations 🤗📚

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alright babes i don’t want your tag essays about why you hate my martin gifsets. please just learn how to scroll past things you don’t care for.........or block me if it really makes you feel better.