“So that's why you were stalking that Dunmer,” Eola said, realising just who was skilled enough to sneak up on a Dark Brotherhood assassin – another Dark Brotherhood assassin obviously, one turned renegade after his entire order fell apart.
“Oh yes,” Cicero grinned. “Cicero sent Elisif home for her own safety and dealt with the sneaky Dunmer before she could bring word to Astrid. Of course, he didn't expect... this.”
“Nor did I,” Eola whispered, running fingers through his hair as they cuddled. “The last true Dark Brotherhood assassin, becoming Champion of Namira. Never saw that happening.” She wrapped her arms around him, holding him closer. “Whatever happens, you will always have a friend in me and a home here at Reachcliff. You just be sure and tell me the rest of the story, you hear? I want to know how it ends.”
Cicero didn't respond to that, not immediately. Then he looked up, smiling in the aurora.
“Why not see for yourself?” he purred. Eola frowned, confused.
“What do you mean?” she asked, thinking she'd just been invited to join the Blades... but surely not, weren't they supposed to be heroic dragonslayers, protectors of the Empire?
“Come with me!” Cicero whispered, grinning. “Delphine and Elisif were talking of recruiting more people, Cicero heard them! Sweet Eola has skills. Sweet Eola is a former Forsworn nightblade. Delphine is worried about the Forsworn after we wiped out one of their camps. Eola could help!”
“You don't know the Forsworn that well if you think they'll listen to me,” Eola said bitterly. Not to a runaway who'd been AWOL for the last decade. All the same, it wasn't like she had no leverage to speak of. And killing dragons – that sounded exciting. Hunting down the Dark Brotherhood – even more so.
“Please?” Cicero whispered, looking hopefully up at her. “Come with Cicero! Keep him company! Cicero is tolerated because he is useful, and Elisif likes him... but Brynjolf and Aela wouldn't care if anything happened to him, and Cicero will not be useful forever. Cicero would like to have a friend there...”
Bless the man, but he was adorable. And lonely, Namira he must have been so unhappy. All that time with no one, literally no one... poor boy. Even in the Blades it seemed he was tolerated rather than loved. Maybe Eola could fix that.
“I don't have to worship Talos, do I?” she asked. “I mean, I really don't think that would be a good idea. Not that I'm scared of the Thalmor, but I'm still a Reachwoman at heart. I don't care if Talos is a god or not, but he's not getting prayers off me.”
“No, no,” Cicero laughed. “Cicero doesn't think it's required, not any more. Not now a new Dragonborn walks.” He looked hopefully up at her. “Does this mean sweet Eola will come?”
Eola smiled, tracing a finger down his cheek, making him squeak, and that sounded delightful, Eola could stand to hear that again.
“I'd follow you anywhere, honey,” she murmured as she leaned in to kiss him, lips meeting his. Cicero moaned, little keening noise in his throat, and then he was kissing her back, pushing her onto her back, reaching for the buckles on her armour as she reached for the ties on his jester shirt. Then there was no more talking, just touching and kissing and lovemaking and Cicero the Keeper finally found peace.
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A/N: For a pair of unrepentant murderers, they're a bit cute. Next up, we find out what Elisif's been doing all this time.
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 12.11
Date: 2013-11-10 04:03 pm (UTC)“Oh yes,” Cicero grinned. “Cicero sent Elisif home for her own safety and dealt with the sneaky Dunmer before she could bring word to Astrid. Of course, he didn't expect... this.”
“Nor did I,” Eola whispered, running fingers through his hair as they cuddled. “The last true Dark Brotherhood assassin, becoming Champion of Namira. Never saw that happening.” She wrapped her arms around him, holding him closer. “Whatever happens, you will always have a friend in me and a home here at Reachcliff. You just be sure and tell me the rest of the story, you hear? I want to know how it ends.”
Cicero didn't respond to that, not immediately. Then he looked up, smiling in the aurora.
“Why not see for yourself?” he purred. Eola frowned, confused.
“What do you mean?” she asked, thinking she'd just been invited to join the Blades... but surely not, weren't they supposed to be heroic dragonslayers, protectors of the Empire?
“Come with me!” Cicero whispered, grinning. “Delphine and Elisif were talking of recruiting more people, Cicero heard them! Sweet Eola has skills. Sweet Eola is a former Forsworn nightblade. Delphine is worried about the Forsworn after we wiped out one of their camps. Eola could help!”
“You don't know the Forsworn that well if you think they'll listen to me,” Eola said bitterly. Not to a runaway who'd been AWOL for the last decade. All the same, it wasn't like she had no leverage to speak of. And killing dragons – that sounded exciting. Hunting down the Dark Brotherhood – even more so.
“Please?” Cicero whispered, looking hopefully up at her. “Come with Cicero! Keep him company! Cicero is tolerated because he is useful, and Elisif likes him... but Brynjolf and Aela wouldn't care if anything happened to him, and Cicero will not be useful forever. Cicero would like to have a friend there...”
Bless the man, but he was adorable. And lonely, Namira he must have been so unhappy. All that time with no one, literally no one... poor boy. Even in the Blades it seemed he was tolerated rather than loved. Maybe Eola could fix that.
“I don't have to worship Talos, do I?” she asked. “I mean, I really don't think that would be a good idea. Not that I'm scared of the Thalmor, but I'm still a Reachwoman at heart. I don't care if Talos is a god or not, but he's not getting prayers off me.”
“No, no,” Cicero laughed. “Cicero doesn't think it's required, not any more. Not now a new Dragonborn walks.” He looked hopefully up at her. “Does this mean sweet Eola will come?”
Eola smiled, tracing a finger down his cheek, making him squeak, and that sounded delightful, Eola could stand to hear that again.
“I'd follow you anywhere, honey,” she murmured as she leaned in to kiss him, lips meeting his. Cicero moaned, little keening noise in his throat, and then he was kissing her back, pushing her onto her back, reaching for the buckles on her armour as she reached for the ties on his jester shirt. Then there was no more talking, just touching and kissing and lovemaking and Cicero the Keeper finally found peace.
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A/N: For a pair of unrepentant murderers, they're a bit cute. Next up, we find out what Elisif's been doing all this time.