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One Night in Oblivion - 3/11
Date: 2012-12-23 04:50 am (UTC)“There’s a dragon?” That got Dyce’s attention. “Where?” Almost unconsciously, he grabbed the bow from his back and started to fit an arrow to it. Martin's hand reached out and held the bowstring.
“Not the sort of dragon that needs killing.” He looked at Dyce anew. “Where are you from?”
“Right now, Skyrim.” Dyce lowered his weapon, but stared at the other two men suspiciously. Alix seemed afraid of something by the way he was clutching at his lover.
Martin waved his hand in a frustrated motion. “I misspoke. Um. When are you from?”
Dyce raised an eyebrow. “Why do you want to know?” He had some idea, but he’d rather the priest just said it.
But Martin seemed very calm. “Humour me.” He hugged Alix tightly against his chest.
Dyce sighed. “Fourth Era 201. Do you want the month and day as well? Because I’m not entirely clear on those.”
Alix's brown eyes were wide, and he looked paler than he had earlier. “But we're from Third Era 433.”
Martin nodded. “Then it is as Akatosh said. A Dragon Break has occurred, mixing up the timelines. He said something about the Elder Scrolls, and his son...”
“That sort of makes sense, I mean I was stuffing about with this Elder Scroll earlier but – wait, you spoke to Akatosh? Right, of course you did.” Dyce couldn’t help but sound somewhat sarcastic, even if the rest of the story made a certain amount of sense.
“I told you.” Martin was still calm, even though his partner was getting increasingly panicky. “I walked as far as I could, and then I saw the Dragon. Wait.” He stopped, and eyed Dyce curiously. “Are dragons a common occurrence where you're from?”
Dyce folded his arms and smirked. “I’ve personally killed dozens. Of course, they’ve only just returned to the world. They were supposed to be a myth, but then they started coming back. And well, you know, someone had to take care of it.” He was going to impress this man if it killed him.
Martin stretched out a hand towards Dyce. “Sit down.” Dyce found his legs obeying, damn them. “Who are you?”
“I already told you. My name's Dyce...”
But Martin was now holding Dyce's hand, and the direct skin contact with him was doing something odd to Dyce's insides, and he started salivating, and then magic flowed through him. His skin glowed transparent for a few seconds, and he saw the dragon souls. So many dragon souls inside him, filling up his mortal frame...
“You're Dragonborn,” whispered Alix, amazed.
Dyce was horrified. The last thing he wanted to see was his own insides, in any sense. If he could have pulled away he would have.
Now the same thing was happening to Martin. Dyce could see inside him. Martin only had one dragon soul, but it was the most glorious of the lot – golden and majestic, somehow echoing godliness. Divine. Suddenly Dyce was not the least bit surprised that Martin talked to gods. He seemed to be at least part-deity himself.
Martin dropped Dyce's hand, and the link faded, leaving Dyce feeling oddly bereft yet rather relieved. “What in Oblivion just happened?” He prodded at himself with his fingers, making sure he was still solid.
“I think it's obvious, isn't it?” said Martin. “You're the Dragonborn in your era, just as I am in mine.”
“Yes I already know I’m- wait, you are too? Are you my great-grandfather or something?” Well, it wasn’t like he had any clue as to his family tree. He was attracted to Martin, however and if Martin was his ancestor, that would be some sort of weird creepy incest thing. Not that it would make them close relations.
“I don't think so. Tell me, who is the Emperor in your time?”
Dyce shrugged. “He's called Titus Mede the third maybe? I know nothing about him. I haven't met him or anything like that.”
“Not Somebody Septim?”
“No. Our money's called septims, but the Emperor hasn't been called that in... I don't know how long. Since the Oblivion Crisis.” Oh. “Alix mentioned that earlier...”