“Better that than the Thalmor getting you too,” she whispered. Brynjolf shook his head, actually smiling.
“I'm not afraid of the Thalmor, lass. They won't learn a thing off me. Let 'em kill me. I might even get to Sovngarde.”
“Since when have you believed in Sovngarde?” Delphine said, now feeling utterly confused. Brynjolf was definitely not the true Nord type by any stretch of the imagination.
“I don't,” said Brynjolf, still advancing, and Delphine found herself backed into the wall, dagger still clutched in her hand as Brynjolf leaned over her, palms against the wall.
“I could stab you quite easily from here,” Delphine said softly, willing him to take the hint and leave. “One slice of my dagger – the paving slabs lift up easily enough, I could hide a body in here. No one but Orgnar saw you come here, and Orgnar's not saying anything. I mean it, Bryn. Leave it. Go. Get out of here.”
“You're not going to stab me,” Brynjolf said calmly, barely sparing that dagger a second glance. “You'd have done it by now if you were. You're like me, Delphine. You'll do what you have to, but you're not a murderer. You've got a code. You're not going to stab me.”
Damn him for being right. And damn her for still having principles.
“What do you want?” she whispered, lowering her eyes in defeat. Fingers caressed her cheek and she could feel the warmth of his breath as he leaned in.
“What I've always wanted,” he breathed, leaning closer and then he was kissing her. Delphine couldn't breathe, couldn't even react, her dagger sliding from her hand as his cupped her face. It had been so long, so long since anyone had last touched her, so long since she'd been kissed. So long alone. And it had to be said, Brynjolf wasn't bad looking. But Delphine wasn't some lovesick young girl either and she was in full possession of a functioning brain. She reached up and put her hands to Brynjolf's shoulders, pushing him away. Brynjolf let out a soft moan as his lips left hers, his hands reaching out to take hers, rubbing her fingers as he smiled sadly at her.
“Bryn,” she whispered. “Bryn, I'm not sleeping with you to buy your silence.”
“That wasn't what I was suggesting,” said Brynjolf gently. “Listen, lass, if the answer's no, tell me and I'll do what you want and leave. But if you're at all interested... wherever you're going, whatever you're planning, take me with you. You might need me, and I don't like the idea of letting you go off on your own to do dangerous things involving dragons.”
“I'm quite capable of looking after myself, Brynjolf,” Delphine sighed. “I don't need a bodyguard.”
“What about someone to watch your back,” said Brynjolf. “All the best heists go better when you've got an accomplice. Listen lass, the sex is optional, the sex is always optional. But I'd like to help. In any way I can. If you don't want me as a lover, at least let me come along for the ride. I just can't bear the thought of us going our separate ways and never seeing each other again. I missed you, lass.”
“I missed you too,” said Delphine softly, mentally cursing herself for being soft on him, for not telling him to leave before he brought the Thalmor down on her... but part of her didn't want him to go. It had been nice, being kissed, being held, and now he'd done it, actually made a move instead of just hinting and flirting... Delphine kept imagining what else might happen between them. Which was distracting, insane, a great way to get them both killed... but she was getting older, tired, lonely, fed up of the Thalmor taking everything. Maybe. Just maybe.
“All right,” she sighed. “You can help. But I'm not having sex with you. It's a distraction I can't afford.”
Brynjolf rolled his eyes but nodded, still that smirk on his face. Delphine decided a change of subject was called for.
“So, you said your man Etienne had some information. Why were the Thalmor after him?”
Brynjolf reached into his pocket for the final file, handing it over along with Delphine's own.
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 9.3
Date: 2013-10-26 02:27 pm (UTC)“I'm not afraid of the Thalmor, lass. They won't learn a thing off me. Let 'em kill me. I might even get to Sovngarde.”
“Since when have you believed in Sovngarde?” Delphine said, now feeling utterly confused. Brynjolf was definitely not the true Nord type by any stretch of the imagination.
“I don't,” said Brynjolf, still advancing, and Delphine found herself backed into the wall, dagger still clutched in her hand as Brynjolf leaned over her, palms against the wall.
“I could stab you quite easily from here,” Delphine said softly, willing him to take the hint and leave. “One slice of my dagger – the paving slabs lift up easily enough, I could hide a body in here. No one but Orgnar saw you come here, and Orgnar's not saying anything. I mean it, Bryn. Leave it. Go. Get out of here.”
“You're not going to stab me,” Brynjolf said calmly, barely sparing that dagger a second glance. “You'd have done it by now if you were. You're like me, Delphine. You'll do what you have to, but you're not a murderer. You've got a code. You're not going to stab me.”
Damn him for being right. And damn her for still having principles.
“What do you want?” she whispered, lowering her eyes in defeat. Fingers caressed her cheek and she could feel the warmth of his breath as he leaned in.
“What I've always wanted,” he breathed, leaning closer and then he was kissing her. Delphine couldn't breathe, couldn't even react, her dagger sliding from her hand as his cupped her face. It had been so long, so long since anyone had last touched her, so long since she'd been kissed. So long alone. And it had to be said, Brynjolf wasn't bad looking. But Delphine wasn't some lovesick young girl either and she was in full possession of a functioning brain. She reached up and put her hands to Brynjolf's shoulders, pushing him away. Brynjolf let out a soft moan as his lips left hers, his hands reaching out to take hers, rubbing her fingers as he smiled sadly at her.
“Bryn,” she whispered. “Bryn, I'm not sleeping with you to buy your silence.”
“That wasn't what I was suggesting,” said Brynjolf gently. “Listen, lass, if the answer's no, tell me and I'll do what you want and leave. But if you're at all interested... wherever you're going, whatever you're planning, take me with you. You might need me, and I don't like the idea of letting you go off on your own to do dangerous things involving dragons.”
“I'm quite capable of looking after myself, Brynjolf,” Delphine sighed. “I don't need a bodyguard.”
“What about someone to watch your back,” said Brynjolf. “All the best heists go better when you've got an accomplice. Listen lass, the sex is optional, the sex is always optional. But I'd like to help. In any way I can. If you don't want me as a lover, at least let me come along for the ride. I just can't bear the thought of us going our separate ways and never seeing each other again. I missed you, lass.”
“I missed you too,” said Delphine softly, mentally cursing herself for being soft on him, for not telling him to leave before he brought the Thalmor down on her... but part of her didn't want him to go. It had been nice, being kissed, being held, and now he'd done it, actually made a move instead of just hinting and flirting... Delphine kept imagining what else might happen between them. Which was distracting, insane, a great way to get them both killed... but she was getting older, tired, lonely, fed up of the Thalmor taking everything. Maybe. Just maybe.
“All right,” she sighed. “You can help. But I'm not having sex with you. It's a distraction I can't afford.”
Brynjolf rolled his eyes but nodded, still that smirk on his face. Delphine decided a change of subject was called for.
“So, you said your man Etienne had some information. Why were the Thalmor after him?”
Brynjolf reached into his pocket for the final file, handing it over along with Delphine's own.