Skyrim One-Shots

Teldryn x Reader ~Unasked Questions~

The dark elf rambled on and on of the area around them, how the trees were different, how it smelled odd and he did not enjoy it, how green the grass was, how blue the sky seemed, and seemingly every other topic he could think of. You walked alongside him, not exactly listening with vigor. Your mind swirled about, it's presence soft and dulled in the fog of exhaustion that rested upon it.

"-but I do not understand the way you all catch fish here in the cold land! The rivers and lakes must freeze over, yes? Do you all freeze yourselves over to catch fish or do you simply resort to the animals you have? Some don't have cattle or pig, though. What do they do? How do you all keep plants good for winter? Then again, it is cold, so I'd assume-"

"Teldryn," you murmured quietly.

"-that you all keep it fresh underground. Potatoes keep long enough, I suppose. Falkreather never gets that cold, either, so most folk must migrate there for the winter and-"

"Teldryn."

"-hide out until the main paths become less muddy due to the sun. Your way of living is so traditional! So many rules, so many-"

"Teldryn, please be quiet," you spoke loudly, eyes hard-set on the area in front of you. A huff echoed from beside you, the quiet padding of his feet and yours hitting the air.

"Come on, I'm merely observing the environment! I simply must! It is-" he started, rolling his eyes.

"Stop talking!" you screamed, "Just stop talking!"

The dark elf did not speak, lips forming a thin line as nearby birds on the trees fluttered away.

He'd never heard you yell before. Not to him. Not in that way.

With each step, your shoulders trembles, but your face stayed hard. Cold. Not at all like the sweet employer he knew- with the wide smile and sparkling eyes.

Had he really gotten on you that much?

A frown echoed under the mask he wore, eyes flickering to your frame now slightly in front of him. You were stiff- uneasy.

He'd known you for years. Years. At first, he hated you and you reciprocated the dislike, but slowly, with enough time, you both became accustomed to each other. Could bare each other's presence, could stay in the same room.

You never told him why you came to Solstheim. Never said why you left Skyrim and he never bothered to ask.

He shook it off. You'd get over it soon, probably just tired.

But as the hours wore on and you neared closer to your destination, you did not get over it.

When he entered your home and you briefly mumbled something about your room and simply walked off, you had not gotten over it.

And after the night had set, when you both slept, he slept soundly. He woke well.

He woke expecting you would be that same person again, that loving and happy ____. But in his great displeasure, when he fumbled down the stairs, you were sitting and staring out a window.

Your eyes showed nothing.

And in that moment, he realized something.

He realized something monumental.

All along the boat ride, you spoke little. All along the months leading up to the ship ride, you got quieter and quieter while he just got louder.

He had never thought to ask or even notice.

He hadn't asked how you were doing since... well, he couldn't remember.

The blanket wrapped around you was tight. Warm, he'd guess. You always said blankets comforted you.

A cup of tea sat on the small table beside your chair. You always said tea usually helped keep you ready for the day.

Also on the table sat a book. Normally, you'd be reading that book. Whenever you couldn't, as you once told him, you were distracted by something. Saddened by something.

And that something was him.

Right here, right now, he could've just walked past you as if you were invisible.

"____," he choked out.

A sob filled the room. Not his.

Not his.

Yours.

Never, you had told him, never had you ever once cried in your life. Not as a child- you were silent then, too. 

He ran forward, leaning himself on the chair so he could embrace you as tears ran down your face, faster and faster.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured, eyes clenched shut as he held you in his arms.

"Don't forget about me," you sobbed, voice breaking and trembling, "you told me- you told me you-"

"I won't," he rushed, "I won't."

"Please," you cried.

"I won't," he repeated.

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@Dillun sorry this took like a week to get up and it's kinda short! AHhhhhh! I've been so behind on requests because of school testing and homework has not helped!

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