The blind Bosmer archer, Lir, doesn't make a habit of staying still. As soon as things get too real, too difficult, too close to the chest, she picks up and moves on. But when she stumbles her way into the frozen, fracturing country of Skyrim, she gets a little too close to quite a lot altogether too quickly. And, this time, when she runs, someone she left behind... follows.

Different. She had always been different, no more human to those surrounding her than she was Dov in the eyes of the dragons she had been born to slay. It was all she had ever known, the reality she was outwardly indifferent to…the reality she inwardly mourned. Adaria had long ago resigned herself to her fate, to solitude and the power of a dark force inside her. Until she met him.

Wheatley wants to help Chell learn how to speak. His method? Melodic intonation and music therapy. Human!Wheatley/Chell, humming, learning, and eventual singing for a portalkink meme fill. Shameless fluff and tension with a bit of plot in the background.

When Chell discovers that she is the last human on Earth, she goes back to the only one she can talk to. ChellDOS.