Brynjolf was now studiously staring at the still burning pool of oil, "Heal yourself first, lass. I'll take a healing potion. I think there was one in the bottom of my…." His voice trailed off and following his gaze I spotted the smoking remains of both of our packs. Which had my spare clothes in. Shit. Not good.
Bryn was silent and that scared me. In all the time I'd known him, he'd always been the joker who kept his cool in any situation. Which meant that I, in turn, despite being a rookie thief thrown in way over her head, kept calm too. In fact I'd even made a personal motto that had helped me through some tight spots; What would Brynjolf do? Mind you the answer to that question was always; Make a joke.
"Well, I don't think this adventure will go into the 'Top Ten Greatest Heists Ever By The Supremely Awesome Dragonborn.'" It was a weak attempt but it was all I had at that moment. Brynjolf just stared at me darkly for a second and then the switch flipped and my Funny Brynjolf was back, "I don't know, lass. I was thinking the chapter could go like, 'and the Dragonborn was too occupied with how her handsome and charming companion Brynjolf was so much better than her and that she could never live up to such a great thief, that she didn't notice the great big lake filled with oil that spread across the whole room or hear the click of the very-obviously-completely-different-from-all-the-rest floor tile as pottery vase that was dangling right in front of her nose fell into the lake setting the whole place on fire and more importantly destroying all of their clothes.'" "I don't know, that's a bit of a long and awkward sentence. I don't think the Bards College would approve. Besides I can't put lies in my book-" "What lies? It's all true." "Nah, for starters you're a redhead. Redheads can't be called handsome. It's, like, a fact Bryn. Sorry," I grinned at him to let him know I was joking as I gathered healing energy and began healing Brynjolf and then myself.
"What? I'm handsome! I'm all manly and-" He broke off as I let out a snort of laughter, mostly at the whining tone of his voice, though I guess he didn't know that. Then it was my turn to study the now dying flames as he turned towards me and walked right into my personal space. Well, this is awkward. I was blushing like a maiden and out of the corner of my eye I saw Brynjolf's eyes narrow in the way that normally meant he'd found a nice juicy target to rob.
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Re: Sex on Fire: 2/?
Date: 2013-05-02 11:45 pm (UTC)Bryn was silent and that scared me. In all the time I'd known him, he'd always been the joker who kept his cool in any situation. Which meant that I, in turn, despite being a rookie thief thrown in way over her head, kept calm too. In fact I'd even made a personal motto that had helped me through some tight spots; What would Brynjolf do? Mind you the answer to that question was always; Make a joke.
"Well, I don't think this adventure will go into the 'Top Ten Greatest Heists Ever By The Supremely Awesome Dragonborn.'" It was a weak attempt but it was all I had at that moment. Brynjolf just stared at me darkly for a second and then the switch flipped and my Funny Brynjolf was back, "I don't know, lass. I was thinking the chapter could go like, 'and the Dragonborn was too occupied with how her handsome and charming companion Brynjolf was so much better than her and that she could never live up to such a great thief, that she didn't notice the great big lake filled with oil that spread across the whole room or hear the click of the very-obviously-completely-different-from-all-the-rest floor tile as pottery vase that was dangling right in front of her nose fell into the lake setting the whole place on fire and more importantly destroying all of their clothes.'"
"I don't know, that's a bit of a long and awkward sentence. I don't think the Bards College would approve. Besides I can't put lies in my book-"
"What lies? It's all true."
"Nah, for starters you're a redhead. Redheads can't be called handsome. It's, like, a fact Bryn. Sorry," I grinned at him to let him know I was joking as I gathered healing energy and began healing Brynjolf and then myself.
"What? I'm handsome! I'm all manly and-" He broke off as I let out a snort of laughter, mostly at the whining tone of his voice, though I guess he didn't know that. Then it was my turn to study the now dying flames as he turned towards me and walked right into my personal space. Well, this is awkward. I was blushing like a maiden and out of the corner of my eye I saw Brynjolf's eyes narrow in the way that normally meant he'd found a nice juicy target to rob.