Someone wrote in [personal profile] skyrimkinkmeme 2013-01-22 03:33 pm (UTC)

The Poet Thief [part 3]

A jagged line separated this fully developed poem by what seemed to be thoughts written haphazardly, the roughness of the quill marks betraying the nervous hand behind them.

Curse her, curse her to Oblivion! She is testing me, I know it. She senses the tension behind my actions, and tries everything she can to catch my eye, everything short of undressing right in front of me, to see whether I will give in and take her or I’m too much of a coward. This is quickly becoming a distraction, and I can’t afford it.

But by the gods does she look like she could swallow me whole… a tempting thought, to try that mouth of hers, violate it thoroughly, the mere thought causes me to stiffen… And those lovely, delicate hands… Or to wipe the smug grin off her face and replace it with a look of pleasure…

Note: write down more about this ‘swallowing whole’ deal, it sounds promising. Good imagery. Will need to write down something a little more explicit. Maybe putting down these things I can’t say on paper will help. I don’t know. I’m ready to try anything by now.


Joie read it with a sort of hunger, as if every line prompted her to go further down… and let out a little chuckle as soon as she reached the end, still not too sure what to think of it. “Oh my. This is…” She glanced at Sapphire, who only grinned wider, and shook her head. “Where did you find it? Did someone we know…?”

The other woman leaned down on the bed, taking the sheet of paper from her hands and dangling it in front of her face. “I found it laying around in this very room. Someone must’ve lost it.” She stopped speaking, looked around to see if anyone was looking at them, and started whispering to her in a conspiratorial way. “Don’t you get it? We have a poet hiding amongst us!” Another pause, shorter, before she added with emphasis: “And he’s horny!”

For some reason, that prompted them both to burst out laughing in a very undignified way. A poet thief. A horny one. Now that was an interesting thought. Gods, her body ached already due to all the fighting and walking, the laughter that was shaking her sides was just the coup de grace she was waiting for.

It took her quite a while to recompose herself, and, while she briskly removed the tears forming at the corners of her eyes, Joie shrugged, trying hard to get the smile off her face. “Awww. That’s pretty adorable. In a thoroughly creepy way. But it wasn’t so badly written, I mean, there was effort behind that…”

“True… which excludes Vipir.”

“That’s so mean.” She laughed again. And I love it. “Maybe Thrynn? He looks like he would be deep enough to write something like that… underneath the muscles and warpaint… maybe his heart beats for a woman he can't have…”

“My bet is on that good for nothing Niruin. He fancies himself a refined man, but you’ve seen how much of a pervert he is... Or Brynjolf. I don’t know, does he look like he would write filthy poetry to you?”

“He might… I’m not sure though, maybe not…”

For a while after that, the presence of a depraved poet thief amongst their ranks remained an inside joke between Sapphire and her. And later that evening, while Mercer chewed her out for not being careful enough and risking to ruin their business with her silly adventuring, Joie just couldn’t understand what she’d done wrong…

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As the chilly air lashed her face, her trusted horse galloping steady towards her goal, Joie remember that night, thought about it over and over, and wasn’t so sure anymore whether she should laugh or worry.

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