Climbing down into the cistern, the familiar sound of water falling on the pool in the middle made her feel relaxed. Her shoulders were down and her stomach kept turning. All the toughness and determination left her spirit on the walk from the orphanage to the headquarters. Cassie was sad indeed.
Looking around, she noticed everyone seemed to be asleep already except for Brynjolf it seems.
The Nord was sitting at the table next to the area where they cooked meals, sipping on a drink and reading some papers on his other hand.
Walking up to him, she touched his shoulder before sitting next to him. Grabbing an apple that was sitting on a plate and biting into it, she looked up to see Brynjolf staring at her.
“So, how did it go, lass?” He asked, putting the papers he was reading down and turning his body to face her.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That bad?”
Sighting, Cassie crossed her arms on the table and lowered her head on top of them, facing the wall on the other side of the table.
“Does that mean you’re giving up, after all the pestering you did to get me to agree? Lass, you don’t ever give up. That’s why you’re here as our Guild Master and that’s why you’re an expert thief despite your age.” “It all comes down to me biting my tongue. I decided to use my skills as an honorable thief and make a partnership with Constance, the woman taking care of the orphanage, but she kept outsmarting me. She’s so much better than me at taking care of those kids, I guess.”
The redhead didn’t say anything, but his hand rubbed her back gently.
“Every time I want something so intensely, what my father did to me finds a way to screw me over somehow. I guess it’s true when they say you can’t run away from your past.”
“You’ll find a way. I did, and I think everyone here did.”
“Thanks. You’re always a great person to talk to.” She smiled up at him, but her head still rested on her arms.
“Anytime lass. My protégé will never be sad as long as I can do something about it.”
Silence fell between the two, but Cassie kept contemplating on a way to make this happen. Brynjolf was right, she couldn’t give up, not now after all she’s done to get what she wants. Cassie was honestly considering revealing her identity as the Dragonborn to the woman. But they talked about honour, and she wasn’t one to run away from a deal.
Looking up, she stared at Brynjolf. He went back to reading his papers while sipping on what seemed to be mead. His red hair was starting to get long and he will ask her for a trim pretty soon.
The thought of trimming Brynjolf’s hair made her think of the children. It would be so amazing to sit with the girls on her lap and braid their hair or trim the boy’s hair.
They could all eat dinners together and she could watch over their pickpocketing. Man, she wanted this so bad.
“Brynjolf, would you do something for me?” Cassie whispered and the redhead put the papers down, a frown on his face. He nodded and she stared at him trying to say what she wanted to say. Or ask, to be more precise.
“The only condition I have in order to take over the orphanage is to have a husband—”
“No.” Brynjolf interrupted her before she even got to finish, and she tried her best not to shout, since everyone else was sleeping.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say...” Cassie flushed when Brynjolf stood up and walked towards the desk area to leave the papers there. She stood up as silently as she could and followed after him.
“I don’t need to know what you’ll say. All I know is that you come up with this crazy ideas all the time, and I get thrown in the middle of them. Whatever it is, I’m not doing it.”
“You just said I’ll never be sad as long as you can do something about it.”
Sighting, Brynjolf lowered his head and walked away, climbed on his bed and laid there in silence.
Cassie couldn’t be happier, she had no idea how she was going to sleep tonight.
Mistfit Chapter 4/?
Climbing down into the cistern, the familiar sound of water falling on the pool in the middle made her feel relaxed. Her shoulders were down and her stomach kept turning. All the toughness and determination left her spirit on the walk from the orphanage to the headquarters. Cassie was sad indeed.
Looking around, she noticed everyone seemed to be asleep already except for Brynjolf it seems.
The Nord was sitting at the table next to the area where they cooked meals, sipping on a drink and reading some papers on his other hand.
Walking up to him, she touched his shoulder before sitting next to him. Grabbing an apple that was sitting on a plate and biting into it, she looked up to see Brynjolf staring at her.
“So, how did it go, lass?” He asked, putting the papers he was reading down and turning his body to face her.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That bad?”
Sighting, Cassie crossed her arms on the table and lowered her head on top of them, facing the wall on the other side of the table.
“Does that mean you’re giving up, after all the pestering you did to get me to agree? Lass, you don’t ever give up. That’s why you’re here as our Guild Master and that’s why you’re an expert thief despite your age.”
“It all comes down to me biting my tongue. I decided to use my skills as an honorable thief and make a partnership with Constance, the woman taking care of the orphanage, but she kept outsmarting me. She’s so much better than me at taking care of those kids, I guess.”
The redhead didn’t say anything, but his hand rubbed her back gently.
“Every time I want something so intensely, what my father did to me finds a way to screw me over somehow. I guess it’s true when they say you can’t run away from your past.”
“You’ll find a way. I did, and I think everyone here did.”
“Thanks. You’re always a great person to talk to.” She smiled up at him, but her head still rested on her arms.
“Anytime lass. My protégé will never be sad as long as I can do something about it.”
Silence fell between the two, but Cassie kept contemplating on a way to make this happen. Brynjolf was right, she couldn’t give up, not now after all she’s done to get what she wants. Cassie was honestly considering revealing her identity as the Dragonborn to the woman. But they talked about honour, and she wasn’t one to run away from a deal.
Looking up, she stared at Brynjolf. He went back to reading his papers while sipping on what seemed to be mead. His red hair was starting to get long and he will ask her for a trim pretty soon.
The thought of trimming Brynjolf’s hair made her think of the children. It would be so amazing to sit with the girls on her lap and braid their hair or trim the boy’s hair.
They could all eat dinners together and she could watch over their pickpocketing. Man, she wanted this so bad.
“Brynjolf, would you do something for me?” Cassie whispered and the redhead put the papers down, a frown on his face. He nodded and she stared at him trying to say what she wanted to say. Or ask, to be more precise.
“The only condition I have in order to take over the orphanage is to have a husband—”
“No.” Brynjolf interrupted her before she even got to finish, and she tried her best not to shout, since everyone else was sleeping.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say...” Cassie flushed when Brynjolf stood up and walked towards the desk area to leave the papers there. She stood up as silently as she could and followed after him.
“I don’t need to know what you’ll say. All I know is that you come up with this crazy ideas all the time, and I get thrown in the middle of them. Whatever it is, I’m not doing it.”
“You just said I’ll never be sad as long as you can do something about it.”
Sighting, Brynjolf lowered his head and walked away, climbed on his bed and laid there in silence.
Cassie couldn’t be happier, she had no idea how she was going to sleep tonight.
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