tbh wyn really is Not interested in necromancy for nefarious purposes, she intensely dislikes people suffering and she is a healer by nature, even if she pretends to not give a fuck 95% of the time. and healers need to understand pain and death in full to better approach their tasks. terrible, but i’m going to quote solas - healers have the bloodiest hands.
so, wyn cares. and that’s why she is constantly mucking around w/ necromancy - and she honestly doesn’t give a shit if people misunderstand her intentions, as long as they don’t try to burn her at the stake for it (which uh, which happened once, but she had a literal ace up her sleeve (it was a knife. in her sleeve))
tbh i think wyn would give up 'trying to make him laugh' once she realizes he literally just doesn't find her funny. now she's just trying to make him suffer
Wyn please don’t antagonize this child he doesn’t react well to Friendly Ribbing
one of my favorite scenarios to think about is jazbay and wyn sharing an alchemy workshop because cutting costs is important and like. they get along fine when they're just working because there's space for both of them and they're both working constantly but the literal SECOND a word leaves wyn's mouth jazbay sets himself on fire
oh they’d work GREAT together bc Wyn is serious about her work
they could bounce ideas off each other and it would be perf because Wyn has more knowledge from other fields and more imagination, and Jazbay is very precise and metodical and v good at actually predicting what a givne experiment might yield, so they could collaborate pretty efficiently
but yeah every time she turns around towards him like “hey Jazpie--” he jsut closes his eyes and exhales slowly, steeling himself for a pun that he, despite his most honest effort, won’t find funny in the slightest
that one time Skywyn made Jenassa punch a three three times as she was trying not to throttle her employer
“Twenty deep breaths between each one!” said the Breton woman in a sing-song voice, swinging her feet from her position at the top of the crumbling Nordic wall.
Jenassa took one long inhale through her nose, and slowly let it out through her mouth.
Finally, she could manage a gritted, “What is the point of this, Scharfer?”
Wyn tilted her head at her mercenary.
“’Cause I said so, and you’ve got to let your anger out on something other than me, Jenny.”
Jenny. Jenny. Jenassa punched the tree again, closing her eyes on impact and imagining her employer’s freckled, grinning face. Azura-damned Bretons, Tribunal-damned mages, ancestor-damned bards. The blonde woman was all three and a myriad of other annoying personality traits, and Jenassa was regretting being hired more every day. Between the irritating puns, reckless dungeon diving, and hours spent on her knees picking tundra cotton with Wyn, she was fully fed up.
“Why do you think I’m angry, Scharfer?”
Wyn grinned again, so wide this time that Jenassa thought her face would creak.
“Because I’ve spent the past week doing only things I know annoy you.” She paused for a moment, as if letting this sink in. Ever dramatic, Wyn was.
“We’re taking a week off in Whiterun, and then you get to decide on the next chain of ruins.”
“You went out of your way to… annoy me?” It was less question than flat, unbelieving intonation.
“Oh, I had to be sure you wouldn’t turn on me. No stabbing in the back or any of the usual things that spoil a working relationship. I only just hired you, after all.”
Jenassa narrowed her eyes. “You could have just asked.”
Wyn hopped off the wall, dusting off her thighs and shrugging. “People lie. Usually pissing people off is a faster way to see their true colors than waiting for a moral quandary.”
They began walking, and the Dunmer mercenary could tell by the turn of the stars that they were heading towards Whiterun. Wyn would probably spend her week between drinking, singing sweetly enough to get in Mikael’s way of coin (and thus irritate the leech of a man, which Jenassa honestly couldn’t fault Wyn for), and making potions from all the ingredients they’d gathered.
If she was completely honest with herself, Jenassa might admit she was impressed. The shorter woman had managed to get under her skin for an express purpose of making sure she wouldn’t go back on her employment terms - and she had passed this strange test. She realized at the same time that Wyn would not be attempting such methods unless she was certain she could kill Jenassa if it came to that, and the mercenary chewed at the inside of her cheek, perplexed.
At length, Jenassa asked, “So you’re not usually this irritating?”
Wyn laughed at that, loudly into the chill night air. “Depends on who you ask. Typically? No, we would get on better. But there will still be puns.”
Jenassa cursed colorfully in Dunmeri, and Wyn skipped ahead into a light run with another laugh at her employee’s threat to dedicate her corpse to the House of Troubles.
i know i repeat myself like a broken record but skywyn doesn’t look like wyn-wyn except hair color and, like, freckles + scar (aka the only custom parts i made lmao) but she’s a good (strange) Bizzaro-World copy, so!
like if you photocopied yourself and the thing that got printed was you with plastic surgery
