Wrote this in about ten minutes.
Rating: T for minor suggestive themes.
Pairing: F!Nerevarine/Dagoth Ur
Summary: Not all of his dreams were nightmares.
When Cypher returned to the Urshilaku camp alive and the Bonebiter Bow in her hand, the Ashlanders began to trust her a little, even named her a Clanfriend. She took the chance to speak in depth with the wise woman about her dreams, as much as she could bring herself to. Nibani listened as patiently as she could to an outlander, helped her unravel some of the cryptic imagery with legends, and warned her of the dangers of heeding the Sharmat's tricks, but that her heart was wise and could resist. Cypher grew quieter as that part of the conversation went on and left the yurt soon after, her cheeks hot.
It would have easy if they had all been twisted horrors, punishments for Nerevar's betrayal, but they weren't. Because sometimes he'd come to her with a withered body and golden mask like the sun and fists full of maggots and corprus weepings, but other times as a young Dunmer, lean and strong, with an Ash-rough voice speaking soft love and a warm mouth that wandered over her skin, hands that explored further. Against trickery like that, Cypher thought, a wise heart mattered nothing.