I promised a story with more obvious Outsider/Corvo in it. Hope this appeases your appetites. It seems like I will be on a Dishonored marathon for now. It just comes more naturally to me than anything else. If you want to see something else let me know.
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The heart beat wildly in Corvo's hand, and he knew that he was near a rune or bone charm. He teleported to the balcony of what looked like an abandon apartment. He stumbled with a grunt and grabbed at the railing on the balcony to steady himself. He was in immense pain; it really was unbearable, but he had no other choice. He had to complete his mission. He had to kidnap Sokolov.
He took a few steps into the apartment and found himself biting his lip to keep from crying out. He had endured a few gunshots, some stab wounds, and some bites from the guards' hounds. Needless to say, he was bleeding bad. The heart beating increased, and it seemed like it would burst any moment. Corvo looked to a table that was decorated like an alter. The rune laid there in wait. Limping over with the last of his strength, Corvo took the rune in his hand, passing out from exhaustion.
The Outsider appeared and looked at Corvo who was now sprawled out on the floor breathing heavily. The Outsider sighed to himself. There was no helping it. His feet touched the floor, and he bent down to get a better look at Corvo. Why was this man the only exception? The Outsider had never cared as strongly for the others that had his very same mark. Why was it only Corvo then? It was confusing; it was dangerous, and that's what kept him coming back to Corvo. It was something completely unheard of, a deity loving a human like this. He sat on the ground and crossed his legs, thinking more on the subject.
With gentle hands, the Outsider pulled Corvo on his lap. He reached down and removed the mask from Corvo's face and placed it by his side. He could not help himself to a chuckle at how unbelievable he was being right now, as he gently stroked Corvo's cheek like a lover would.
It was obvious that the man was hurt and tired from continuously leaping head first into danger. He needed to rest and let old wounds heal before eagerly getting more. Corvo was foolish. How could he not see the dangers down the road like the Outsider could? It was so blatantly obvious what was going to happen next. He wished that he could protect Corvo from everything that was to come, but that would be interfering with the coarse of time. If he interfered, he would completely change the flow of events and plunge things into chaos. What amazed him is that he was considering it, and all for a human. The centuries around the dull creatures must have softened him.
His hand continued to stroke Corvo's cheek. He ran his fingers on his stubble. The man was really filthy, but it didn't offend the Outsider. He knew that Corvo had no time for the simplicities of life. Bathing, sleeping, and eating were a privilege if he had the time. Revenge came first, that and finding runes and bone charms it seemed. The Outsider chuckled, he was truly touched that Corvo would even consider going for one of his trinkets when he had larger things to worry about. Corvo let out a labored breath from his wounds. The Outsider had almost forgotten that the man was damaged. It was easy for it to slip his mind since he, himself, could not take damage.
The Outsider cast a spell of healing on Corvo. It was one of the only magical powers he had that were intended to help; the rest were dark and were meant to kill. He had silently thanked himself for not forgetting the spell all together like he had planned. Although he could not see them, he knew that the wounds on Corvo's body were closing themselves. Corvo's face became less tense as the pain subsided. The Outsider knew that the man would wake soon. There was a mission waiting to be completed after all, and Corvo was the only one to do it.
The Outsider stopped caressing the man's cheek. He removed Corvo's head from his lap and placed it back on the floor of the apartment. He stood up ready to take his leave. Before returning to the void, he looked back at Corvo. Yes, this man was the only exception. The Outsider took his leave swiftly.
Corvo stirred from his quick nap. He felt much better, and he examined his body to find all of his wounds gone. He then touched his face. Why was his mask gone? With a quick look to his side he saw the mask and grabbed it. He looked around trying to figure out what happened. He remembered passing out after grabbing the rune. A ludicrous idea crossed his mind. Had the Outsider healed him? No, that was not possible. Corvo stood up. He had to kidnap Sokolov; that was his only priority right now. He didn't have time to think on what did or did not happen while he was resting. Corvo put on his mask and left the apartment.