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The Poet Thief
Date: 2013-01-22 03:21 pm (UTC)Tags for the unsuspecting passerby are kink:crack/humor, char:mercer_frey, char:sapphire, race:breton. No smut, sadly. But who knows what might happen… ]
The horse seemed to sense the urgency in its mistress’s movements, and saved her the pain of spurring it, immediately starting galloping as soon as she pointed it to the right direction with a single neigh of understanding. Despite how much Joie enjoyed the company of some of the adventurers she had met in her travels, being finally alone was a pleasure. Travelling was faster when she didn’t have to take care not to lose her companions on the way, and the icy cold wind on her face gave her a kick, a sense of freedom and savage fulfillment few other things did. Not to mention this was rather personal business.
He was waiting for them. If she didn’t already know, the message he had left for her to find would’ve made it clear. He wanted them to be there, just one step behind him as he marked his victory upon them all. That could be a weakness ready to be exploited, but she knew better than to underestimate a man clever enough to be able to betray a whole guild of capable thieves over and over without them ever noticing. Which was why she still couldn’t deal properly with the content of that message.
Poetry? Really?! Ripe with imagery of blades being thrust into bodies, lust and submission, no less? Could it be that the poem wasn’t addressed to her, after all? She had only ever seen him as a sour, quiet man, a wall of authority separating him from the rest of the guild, at least until she witnessed him gloating above what could’ve become her corpse in a matter of seconds. That was the one time she had glimpsed something else; ambition, amusement, and a smug sense of satisfaction.
None of which excluded the image of a Mercer with a quill in his hand, thinking about rhymes and syllables, of course. But it seemed odd.
A few things did come to her mind. Like the way she had to roll her eyes when finding an immaculate copy of the Lustful Argonian Maid sitting on the table, right next to Mercer’s plans for the Eyes of the Falmer’s retrieval. It was such a terrible read. Joie herself could’ve written better erotic plays, she was certain of it – her own journal would make for a more titillating read, although she wasn’t exactly eager to wave it around. Oh well. I can live with the knowledge that I can write amazing pornography being kept a secret. Still, that had been a rather unexpected find.
Another one was a thing that had happened a little more than a couple months before, while she was chilling in the Cistern and minding her own business. Back then, she had misinterpreted the events, but thinking about it now, it made so much more sense…
The Poet Thief [part 2]
Date: 2013-01-22 03:26 pm (UTC)In the end, she had come out of it with a number of injuries of varied degree, her war axe and bow both slightly damaged and drained from any magical propriety, and a stabbing headache due to the quantity of Skooma she had decided to taste – just checking if it’s any good, she told herself, and it did sound like a good idea at the time. Of course, she also felt a little nauseous now that she knew where that particular brand came from and the implications of having ingested it, but whining about it would do her no good. That would teach her not to stick in her mouth stuff she found in dirty, abandoned cabins.
At some point during the evening Sapphire had approached her, cackling wickedly and holding a sheet of paper to her chest, and, although she was a little annoyed to see that no one in the cistern had even thought of asking her whether she was fine after seeing her limp to her bed and drop onto it like a sack of potatoes, Joie appreciated the intrusion. At least she could focus on something that wasn’t the pain… and despite what she might’ve anticipated, the members of the guild and her were even starting to form some kind of a bond. She could only figure the ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy was their own way of showing they were okay with her.
“Get that arm off your face. You have to see this”, Sapphire stated, briskly shoving the written paper on her lap and sitting by her side. Joie made a show of rolling her eyes and letting out a sigh, but smiled to herself as she grabbed the mysterious letter and scanned it inquisitively.
“What is it?” Silly question. Just giving it a glance it was clear that it was a poem, although with several – mostly unreadable – corrections. The messy way it was written down made it clear it wasn’t made to be shown to anyone. A further reading only confirmed that impression.
While thoughts of flesh and heat plague one man’s head
And threaten to take over on his mind
How can he spin his web of sin instead?
Shouldn’t he want to be both deaf and blind?
Too loud the laugh and sighs, as if to mock,
Too much the skin tempts into giving up
What should instead be goals and ends to stalk;
How does a man keep strong and pass the cup
That so defiantly avoids his grasp?
Or maybe if he took it and then drank,
Despite all things, the poison of such asp
He’d find it so much easier to yank
It off his chest, the lovely, monstrous beast
That on his heart so cruelly wants to feast.
The Poet Thief [part 3]
Date: 2013-01-22 03:33 pm (UTC)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…
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.
Re: The Poet Thief [part 3]
Date: 2013-01-24 02:39 am (UTC)Loving the poetry! Can't wait for more, lovely A!A. =)
Re: The Poet Thief [part 3]
Date: 2013-01-24 08:42 am (UTC)Woah, more? Was that a request? We'll see, kindly anon. We'll see... I just might. I'm sort of on a roll here.
Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- OP from before
Date: 2013-01-24 08:59 am (UTC)Is there more? Tell me there's more, A!a, one man's want can't possibly be summed up in two poems!
Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in
Date: 2013-01-24 09:13 am (UTC)If there's anything more specific you'd like me to add in, this might be a good time to ask, my dear OP! Since it's all still very abstract and everything. A particular situation? A kink to be explored? Filthier poetry? The wabbajack? Or *gasp* actual sexytiems? I'll see what I can do to make it work. This is absolutely not part of my headcanon for this character, but it's getting too much fun not to delve into it! My guilty pleasure, so to speak <3
PS: I'm so going to regret mentioning the wabbajack, I know it.
PPS: I was half expecting someone to comment with a simple "I'll be in my bunk". For continuity's sake.
Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in
Date: 2013-01-24 10:28 am (UTC)Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in
Date: 2013-01-24 10:30 am (UTC)... filthy poetry during smut?!
Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in
Date: 2013-01-24 10:36 am (UTC)Oh I'll be damned. Filthy poetry during smut? How did I not think of that?!
Fine, then. I'll do my best to make it happen, and soon. Keep your eyes open, because more will come. Can't make promises about the wabbajack, but fuck that, I'll find a way.
Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in
Date: 2013-01-25 05:05 pm (UTC)Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in
Date: 2013-01-28 07:34 am (UTC)And lol, Wabbajack
Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in
Date: 2013-01-28 10:53 am (UTC)Yeah, well, it's not good crack if there's no Wabbajack! Notice how that rhymed. Damn, I have no shame.
Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in
Date: 2013-01-28 12:30 pm (UTC)I think that particular Skyrim voice actor has inspired a good amount of fanfiction... :D
Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in
Date: 2013-01-28 02:41 pm (UTC)It's alive!
Date: 2013-01-30 02:39 am (UTC)This got longer than I expected.
Re: It's alive!
Date: 2013-01-30 06:13 am (UTC)