Earlier today I unironically described the relationship between Dagoth Ur and Indoril Nerevar (via the Nerevarine) as “reincarnated elf yaoi”. I spent probably at least an hour if not more browsing the NereVoryn tag on Tumblr and spamming my poor mutuals with a deluge of fanart for a game from 2002. I am frothing at the mouth about my headcanon Nerevarine’s feelings about the whole prophecy situation and how no one sees them as the person they were before the plot happened anymore, people just see them as the person the prophecy required them to become—and that includes both Dagoth Ur and the specter of Nerevar himself, with whom they clash increasingly frequently as the plot progresses because they’re their own person, damn it all, they’re more than just a vessel for Nerevar! And yet.
And yet. When they finally confront Dagoth Ur under Red Mountain they cry tears that are not their own because they have to kill for the second time a beloved friend who was never theirs. They feel Nerevar’s care for Voryn as they spear Dagoth Ur through the heart, and they hate that they can feel it, because it means they’re not their own person anymore and never will be again. And even after Dagoth Ur is dead, he will never be gone so long as the Nerevarine exists. IT IS NOT A BLIGHT. IT IS MY HOUSE. The Nerevarine is never cured of corprus—Divayth Fyr’s potion merely negates its deleterious effects, leaving the ageless immortality, vitality, and strength imparted by the Divine Disease very much intact, and thus the divine essence of Dagoth Ur lives on in the one who destroyed him.
I am so very normal about Morrowind.