"Pretend I'm coming back."

i’ve been here before, but never with company there’s beauty in the madness of someone else’s longing to be seen, to not slip through the cracks, to fall into the black and be alone forever known by nobody ++ independent tes: v blog [hiatus]

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You're not one of the Betrayed.. so what are you d-doing down here, in Blackreach?

He’d gathered the bodies from aboveground and presented them to Nimhe, titan archnid wrapping the still-wriggling pests like holiday gifts, Mafrewel suffered the heat of Blackreach everyday for this precious spider of his, “I gotta feed Nimhe everyday, otherwise she gets into stuff she’s not suppose to: Chaurus eggs, other falmer, not to mention their human servants,” an absentminded quip left the snow-elf’s lips, heat and humidity agitating him as the blind man screeched– A simple sound spell meant to detect still moving entities, but this THING stuttering before him wasn’t beast, falmeri, or human! “Who are YOU? What are you doing down here, in Blackreach?”

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Mzainth bit back a shriek in response, hand almost slipping away from the staff that held her up as she straightened up by instinct.

“Mzainth Erhist, daughter of Kyzbalan Erhist— I–I live hhh–here…” she stammered her way out of an authoritative tone, “Nimhe? Th–th-the spider? You actually… You actually managed t-to get past her…?”

Her face creased up as she shook her head, taking a deep breath to try to regain… some of her poise.

“How’ve you survived so long?” she began in unsure falmeris, trying to focus on his shape in the dim glow of the mushrooms.

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“Oh, I did MUCH more then simply get past Nimhe,” the snow elf’s voice beamed with pride as he reached down and carefully handled the silk webbing surrounding the spider’s domain, judging by the unsteadiness of the voice in front of him, Mafrewel signaled the alert for prey, and all massive eight eyes focused on Mzainth!

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Mz's breath caught in her throat, eyes open wider than the moons as she blinked up at the spider. The gods had quite the sense of humor, apparently.

"I dd--don't want to fight you," her tone was firm for once, a soldier's forcefulness in her undertones, "Wh----what good is there to killing me...?"

Her hand fumbled with a belt clasp, rough leather sliding over her shoulders as a massive blade came into view; it sat comfortably over the half-stump of her bicep where her arm had been. Another clasp clicked shut, the almost-zweihander stretching to her calf--- it had been sharpened out of idle boredom to frightening degrees and hung at her side, its tip sinking into the wet soil underfoot in somewhat of a yielding gesture.

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You're not one of the Betrayed.. so what are you d-doing down here, in Blackreach?

He’d gathered the bodies from aboveground and presented them to Nimhe, titan archnid wrapping the still-wriggling pests like holiday gifts, Mafrewel suffered the heat of Blackreach everyday for this precious spider of his, “I gotta feed Nimhe everyday, otherwise she gets into stuff she’s not suppose to: Chaurus eggs, other falmer, not to mention their human servants,” an absentminded quip left the snow-elf’s lips, heat and humidity agitating him as the blind man screeched– A simple sound spell meant to detect still moving entities, but this THING stuttering before him wasn’t beast, falmeri, or human! “Who are YOU? What are you doing down here, in Blackreach?”

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Mzainth bit back a shriek in response, hand almost slipping away from the staff that held her up as she straightened up by instinct.

"Mzainth Erhist, daughter of Kyzbalan Erhist--- I--I live hhh--here..." she stammered her way out of an authoritative tone, "Nimhe? Th--th-the spider? You actually... You actually managed t-to get past her...?"

Her face creased up as she shook her head, taking a deep breath to try to regain... some of her poise.

"How've you survived so long?" she began in unsure falmeris, trying to focus on his shape in the dim glow of the mushrooms.

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[lets pretend mz mysteriiiously disappeared with no prior explanation because im LAZY]

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"Vek? Vek! I h--heard arguing and shouting and mention of a snn-snow elf and--" Mzainth gasps and raises an eyebrow, eyes wide. "Vek! Don't just leave a child-d wandering around your workshop!!"

“Mzainth? Children? Where—” He quickly saw his small and skinny arms, and sighed.

“It seems the grey mages have done it again.” It seemed strange, how Vek’s once grown and matured voice had now been changed to that of a child’s. Anger boiled inside of him, which quickly calmed at the decision to make the best of it.

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"VEK!!" shouted Mzainth again, leaning her weight on one of the tables and completely overlooking the child. "VEK, GET OUT HERE!"

When no one replied, a dejected sigh left her mouth as she turned to the other.

"H--Hello," she piped, smiling slightly. "S--s-sorry, are you lost?"

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"Oh my gods, what do I... I don't know. You terrify me sometimes, you know. You're so wonderful and terrible and bright and-- gods above. I worry about you. I worry about you more than you will ever know."

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"Well, it seems I have a plethora to explain, don’t I?"

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"V…." The word slowed and fell from Mzainth’s mouth as she raised an eyebrow, calloused hand moving gently over the swell of Vek’s cheeks. "Wh—"

The Dwemer stopped again, palm laid flat against the other’s face as she stared back, confused.

"Wh-what happened?"

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"It was a grey mage. They wandered in and placed a curse on me. I’m female for 3 days now!" She grabbed the pauldrons of Mzainth’s armor.

"You have to help me! Is it reversible?"

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"C...Curse- Why do you call it th-that?" asked Mzainth quietly, gently picking Vek's hands off of her shoulders. "Is it unpleasant? Are-- are you in pain?"

Her eyes flickered across Vek's features, brow creased with worry as she rubbed at the nape of her neck and sighed.

"For what it c-counts, it's rather fascin-n-nating that such an ability exists," a timid smile spread across Mzainth's face, her cheeks tinged pink and her eyes downcast. "For wh--what it counts, I-- uh... I thh-think you're rather... Ehm, attractive like this."

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"Well, it seems I have a plethora to explain, don’t I?"

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"V...." The word slowed and fell from Mzainth's mouth as she raised an eyebrow, calloused hand moving gently over the swell of Vek's cheeks. "Wh--"

The Dwemer stopped again, palm laid flat against the other's face as she stared back, confused.

"Wh-what happened?"

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☤ [oo:]

Vek nearly dropped the tea he was drinking at the sight of Mzainth, who had bruises and cuts on both her armor and her skin. He ran over, and squinted at the injuries, wincing.

"First we tend to your wounds, then we fix up that armor. I could have sworn I restored enough automatons to be able to be peaceful, or even assist you.."

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Vek’s eyes widened as he fully analyzed the situation: half of Mzainth’s limbs were gone. He sent a mental command to the animonculi around him, and they quickly got to action.

A Sphere scooped her up from the wall and carried her over to the assembly line, now stained with her blood. The Spiders that crawled onto the table surrounded Mzainth, and one sprayed a weak toxin onto her nose, one that would only render her unconscious in a few seconds.

A Sphere gave Vek a roll of wraps, and he quickly wrapped up the bloody stump of her arm. The Spiders helped wrapping the bloody stump where her leg was, and soon, the blood loss stopped.

"This is no minor injury at all." Vek scratched his scalp as a Sphere moved her to a bench, which was less bloodier. The Dwemer took off her battered armor and placed it on a table for further repair. He sat next to her and waited until she woke up.

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It didn't happen quickly, to say the least-- Mzainth barely let her eyes open amid waves of pain thudding in the back of her head. All she could concentrate on right now was the filmy taste of bitter on the back of her tongue and the color of cloth next to her face, the heartbeat banging in her ears and the rancid smell of blood.

Blood.

The Dwemer let out a weak, teary splutter as blood dripped off her chin, running down her lip from her nose as she slowly reached out to hold something, anything to provide some comfort above the din in her own head. When her arm wrapped around what she assumed to be at least something safe, and when her fingers ran along the fabric, Mzainth feebly lifted her head into Vek's lap and let out a quiet, faltering sob.

"II--It h--hu-hurrts," whimpered Mzainth in fatigued Dwemeris, her legs curling up beneath her and her arm wrapping tighter around Vek's form. "I'm--m-"

What was she? Sorry? Afraid? Broken?

She didn't know. So she didn't finish the sentence, instead inhaled a sharp gasp as another flood of agony rushed along the side of her body-- leaving her fingers curled tight into a fist and her breathing labored and halting.

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☤ [oo:]

Vek nearly dropped the tea he was drinking at the sight of Mzainth, who had bruises and cuts on both her armor and her skin. He ran over, and squinted at the injuries, wincing.

"First we tend to your wounds, then we fix up that armor. I could have sworn I restored enough automatons to be able to be peaceful, or even assist you.."

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"VV--Vek."

The word came out as a toneless, strained croak from the back of Mzainth's throat as her hand scraped along the stone of the animonculatory's walls. Bloodscent hung heavy in the air around the Dwemer as her body thumped dully against a pillar, bile and venom mixing with the crimson oozing from where her arm should've been.

The skin was mangled and torn, the pauldron completely ripped off and the wound fetid with the smell of poison. Mzainth made a futile attempt to staunch some of the bleeding by cupping her hand over the tattered flesh, only succeeding in working blood deep into the creases of her hands and under her fingernails.

"Ve-V--Vek," it came again, brittle and cracking as her throat had turned raw from screaming. Shuddering breaths racked the form of the Dwemer as she spoke again, putting all of her effort into her words. "Vek, pl---plees- please hh-h-hel-help."

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✢ ['mzainth why are you crying' "eeHHHHHH"] ~beneath-deepest-dark

"Mzainth?" Vek peeked out to see his fellow kin drenched in water from the storm outside.

"Come in, come in! It’s cold!"

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"Fuck, fuck, f--fucking fuck," muttered Mzainth coldly, bustling in and shoulder-checking Vek as she tried to wipe some of the raindrops off with the side of her hand. "Azura, it has b-b-been so long since I've seen rain."

She busied herself with pulling off her gauntlets and slipping out of her armor, down to a loose shirt and pants before she collapsed into a chair and rubbed at her face.

"Bl-Blackreach doesn't have much season change, y-you know," Mzainth sighed, before a wide grin burst across her face. "It's w--wonderful!!"

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