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my stupidly romantic ass: but what if time doesn’t flow in a linear fashion in Apocrypha and Miraak, in his millennias-long quest to read everything because what else is there to do, inadvertently stumbles across books on the Last Dragonborn centuries before they’re born?

he reads each and every single one of these books with the intention of learning how to destroy the Dragonborn when the time comes, but instead, he finds himself growing attached to them the way we do with fictional characters. he knows so much about them that they could almost be a friend. the thought of meeting them helps him hold onto his sanity, and when they finally stumble into Apocrypha, all he can think is, oh, it’s finally you.

(and when the Dragonborn breaks him out of Apocrypha, the books change to tell the story of a man named Miraak and his altered fate and, eventually, a love that would go down in ballads for the next few hundred years, but Miraak never gets to read it.)

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miraak immediately after I kill a dragon on solstheim

I can draw sometimes I swear

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"You'll have to prove it," he countered finally.

"Oh, I intend to." Norina's voice dropped an octave, taking on a tone he was quick to recognize as teasing. "Though, I wasn't aware the great Castis Vakarian was a man who needed convincing."

His mandibles twitched, betraying a flicker of amusement. "Don't let the name fool you. I'm not so easily impressed."

"Good." She stepped closer. For the briefest of moments, she could hear his breathing still. "I like myself a challenge."

In which Castis is absolutely whipped by his future wife.

“…But the hedge mage…What do we truly know of him?”

This is cod to me.

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