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tes loreless run. if i learn anything about the lore i have to delete my game

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ack, tiny sleeping jester is my only source of happiness atm - he deserves it...

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tee hee hee i haven’t drawn cicero in a minute,,

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It always used to bug me that Karliah goes to live in Nightingale Hall at the end of the Thieves Guild questline. Her name’s been cleared, she’s clearly planning to stay involved with Guild work, and Nightingale Hall must be full of bitter memories for her. Why would she not want to come back to her old home?

And now that Skyrim is almost a decade old, I’m finally looking back and realising - she doesn’t know how.

She spent twenty five years alone. She lost the man she loved, suddenly, brutally, at the hands of a friend. The rest of her friends were hunting her down, ready to kill her. She was rejected by Nocturnal. She likely spent that quarter century going by fake names, disguising herself, talking to no one except the occasional contact.

Karliah probably drags the paralysed Dragonborn out of Snow Veil Sanctum and spends an hour desperately trying to remember how to hold a conversation. No wonder she’s not ready to go back to the bustle and the nosiness of the Ragged Flagon, full of strangers now that almost everyone she knew in the Guild’s golden age is gone.

Of course she goes back to being alone. It’s all she remembers how to do.

But that’s sad as heck and I don’t accept it, so: picture the Dragonborn visiting Nightingale Hall every so often, telling her what work they’ve got lined up, and does she want to come along? Sitting with her and talking - or not talking, just sharing silence. Brynjolf visiting now and again, reminiscing about the old days, until Karliah finally feels able to laugh about those times and not grieve for them. Until she can talk about Gallus and smile instead of aching.

Karliah going on jobs with the Dragonborn or Brynjolf or Delvin or Vex, and letting them talk her into coming back to the Flagon for a drink. And then into staying the night - they’ve kept a spare bed for her, always. And then she’s staying several nights, because she’s busy helping the new Guildmaster turn the Guild into the ‘help the poor, humble the rich’ business it used to be - and one day she wakes up and realises that at some point, she moved her things back into the Flagon. The hum of voices is comforting now, not terrifying.

After twenty-five years, she’s home.

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i just... love this lil fella so much....

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cicero time :)

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Serana complaining about the weather, suggested by @svwolfheart-tfg, thank you! c: 

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This has been sitting in my folders unfinished for like......eight months

I couldn’t get the frames to work, but now I got them as alright as I possibly can lmao

(Btw Lucien’s line here is from Oblivion)

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Spectral Lucien: You stand now at the precipice of the Void. I am reminded of another Listener, a protege I knew long ago... So long ago...

Me, every time:

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If a Himbo took me on a journey to prove myself and then turned into a werewolf to keep us safe, I simply would fall in love with him when he asks me if he scared me

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That one vine but these two

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why, out of all the god forsaken npcs in skyrim, did i have to develop an obsession with cicero? what made me choose the funny little man? 

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