What Is Given (Skyrim Oneshots+ Ancano Main)

Late night

Well.....

You were here now.

It was...Rather late.

But returning his cloak had seemed like a good Idea earlier.

You just hadn't anticipated time had passed so quickly.

So now here you were.

Standing outside of his room.

In the middle of the night....

Not suspicious.

Not suspicious at all.

This was a wonderful idea.

Well....

You were already here.

You knocked lightly only to feel surprised when the door creaked open under the light pressure of your knocking.

Pushing the door open, you quirked your brow- your face wore an uncertain expression.

"An....Ancano?"

He didn't seem like the type to just leave his room unlocked.

Carefully, you shut the door behind you.

The room appeared empty.

Where could he be in the middle of the night?

Perhaps drinking at the inn?

He didn't even seem like he drank.

But what else could he be doing?

You're eyes wandered across his room curiously-

-Landing on a journal.

Did...

Did Ancano have a journal?

You plucked it up, running your hand across the leather binding with uncertainty...

It would be bad enough if he caught you in his room alone.

But if he found you looking through his things?

Catastrophic.

But alas....

The temptation was winning out.

Carefully you unclipped the journal, allowing your gaze to glide across the first page.

"I had hoped these scholars would be on a level comparable with my own colleagues. They are not. I'm disappointed to say I've learned little during my time here."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

The first page?

Really?

You skipped through page after page of petty squabble and complaints.

In fact you almost would have skipped past most of the journal if the sketch hadn't caught your eye.

Some...sort of staff?

You could make out very little of the words next to it.

It seemed to have purposely been written in Aldmeris.

(Language of the high elves)

You spoke only a portion the language thus could only make a few mere words out.

'The power to unmake the world at my fingertips...'

What?

*Creek*

You jumped.

Swiftly, you placed the journal back on the table- plucking the cloak from the bed as if you'd just entered.

"Y....Y/n?? What are you doing in Ancano's room so late?"

"T-Toldfir!"

You whispered in surprise.

"I...Ancano lent me his cloak in the cold earlier....I came to give it back but he's not here."

"Ah I see. You should be careful to not anger him though. If he saw you alone in his room what would he think? He's a stern one you know..."

You chuckled.

"Tell me about it..."