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Player character/Brynjolf
Date: 2013-01-26 11:31 am (UTC)If you do this during Hard Answers, ie. after the Snow Veil Sanctum escapade, but before taking that stone rubbing back to Enthir, he'll say the following:
"Everyone's been worried since you and Mercer haven't shown up in a while. Brynjolf even went out to find you. Delvin and Vex have been running things for now."
Is it me or is this crying out for fic? Would like to see a worried sick Brynjolf trekking all over Skyrim trying to find his missing Guildmaster and the protege he's developing feelings for. Ideally ending with him tracking said protege down, chewing them out for not reporting in earlier and ending up breaking down and confessing how quietly terrified he's been. Sexy times, either of the providing comfort to Brynjolf variety, or Brynjolf and PC arguing and ending up in bed variety, followed by comforting and sweetness, would be a nice bonus.
No preferences as to gender or race of the PC, they don't even have to be Dragonborn although a Dragonborn probably is more likely to bugger off round Skyrim with half a million other things to do.
Kinks: frottage, oral, lots of snogging, groping and cuddling, tearing each other's clothes off.
Squicks: non-con, bathroom stuff, young and virginal PC - someone sexually experienced and close to Brynjolf's age please! Also not sure spanking or bondage would really fit the prompt either.
TL;DR - Brynjolf is freaking out after player and Mercer don't come back after Speaking With Silence, goes to look for them.
Re: Player character/Brynjolf
Date: 2013-01-29 07:32 am (UTC)Re: Player character/Brynjolf
Date: 2013-01-29 05:41 pm (UTC)Re: Player character/Brynjolf
Date: 2013-02-03 04:45 pm (UTC)Screw it, I'll write it myself. Expect something soon.
Re: Player character/Brynjolf
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Date: 2013-02-23 12:16 pm (UTC)Re: Player character/Brynjolf
Date: 2013-03-11 09:27 pm (UTC)Basically what I'm saying is that I am completely prepared to write you a complete fan fic based on this prompt. [I am the worst A!A ever.]
Re: Player character/Brynjolf - OP
Date: 2013-03-12 08:43 pm (UTC)You write whatever you feel inspired to do. Don't mind if it's het or slash or whatever.
Re: Player character/Brynjolf
Date: 2013-03-12 11:14 am (UTC)Run Right Back [1a/?]
Date: 2013-03-16 07:26 pm (UTC)For Mods: The tags will be listed at the end of the next chapter, just wanted to keep some things a secret, sorry for the inconvenience.
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Riften was a small settlement, and - more importantly - a gossip's paradise. Word spread quickly, things remaining unsaid or untouched by the populace and their judgments was a....well to put it nice and simple: it never happened. Everyone knew about the rumors surrounding Bolli's faltering marriage, about Maven's connection with both the Dark Brotherhood and the Thieves’ Guild, and about each and every 'poor' skooma addict that walked by on their way to work. The people of Riften were insatiable, and craved gossip like Haelga craved a good cock. So, it did not take long for shreds of information to weave through the grapevine about a mysterious visitor who had bypassed Brynjolf's 'visitor's tax' at the front gate.
"I heard they used magic!"
Brynjolf slowed in his pace, ears straining.
"It couldn't be, what sort of magic could control someone like that?"
What indeed?
"I don't know...the last thing Riften needs is a mage."
The word 'mage' slipped past his lips like it had some foul taste to it. Brynjolf walked on, slinking past the door to the inn, eyes inscrutable as he scanned over the riff raff. It was the normal morning crowd, Marcurio sitting in the corner, by the door, Keerava and Talen-Jei speaking in hushed tones by the counter, Letrush awkwardly eying everyone else in the room. With so few people in the Bee and Barb, it did not take Brynjolf long to spot the unfamiliar figure on the other side of the room.
They sat at a table, a cup of warm mead in their hands. From what he could tell, this was a Dunmer he would be dealing with....a foreigner, most definitely. Although he did not know the differences between Ashlanders and the more civilized citizens of Morrowind, he knew that the mer hailed from there based on the clothing they had. Their hands, the only visible flesh he spotted from under the large cloak and hood, clutched the cup of mead tightly, the mer's head bent down in thought toward it. Brynjolf bit his lip, this was a risky thing to ask of someone he didn't know the capabilities of...but a mage in the Guild? One who knew the power of compulsion? That was something he couldn't pass over.
Brynjolf smirked slightly and loomed over the Dunmer's table, casting a shadow. The mer shifted, turning her head toward him, but not upwards so he could see their face. "You really know how to cause a stir, lass."
The Dunmer tenses, but says nothing.
"Now, now, lass - I'm not here to cause you trouble..." Well actually maybe a little bit if she mucked this up. "I'm here to make you an offer -"
"I'm not interested in what you're selling." The Dunmer raises her head slightly, Brynjolf can see up to her nose. Her voice is coarse, yet husky. Slow and but calculating...like a predator.
He sits down across from her. She lowers her face again. Brynjolf continues on, unperturbed. "I'm not selling anything, lass...I'm offering you work...and from the looks of your pockets, you could use it." He waits. She listens.
The Dunmer lifts her head after a few contemplative seconds, showing up to the tip of her nose. "How could you know that?"
"It's all about sizing up your mark, lass. The way they walk, what they're wearing...it's a dead giveaway." She goes quiet again. "I can tell you don't make your living the honest way either, that's where we have something in common..." he trails off suggestively.
"What did you have in mind?"
"I have a bit of an errand to perform, but I need an extra pair of hands...and in my line of work, extra hands are well paid."
"What must I do?"
"Simple, I'm going to cause a distraction and you're going to steal Madesi's silver ring from a strongbox under his stand. Once you have it, I want you to place it in Brand-Shei's pocket without him noticing."
"Who are these people?"
"Madesi is the Argonian selling jewelry and Brand-Shei is the Dunmer."
She takes a long gulp of mead. "When."
"Right now."
Re: Run Right Back [1b/?]
Date: 2013-03-16 07:34 pm (UTC)Then the Dunmer disappeared from his view entirely.
He quietly eyed the guard who was now waiting for the end of his little ‘spiel’. This had all been previously arranged; he would slip the ring into Brand-Shei’s pocket and signal the guard to arrest him…the Dunmer was simply a scapegoat in case things went wrong, it wouldn’t get back to him, the corrupt guard, the guild….or Maven. It would get back to Brynjolf if the ring was never in Brand-Shei’s pocket... He bit his lip, too late to stop now.
Something catches his eye, a warped, invisible shape moving between Grelka’s and Madesi’s stalls. Brand-Shei shifts in his seat on a crate, the shape looming near him. Even though Brynjolf has a…limited knowledge of the abilities and constrictions of magic…he begins to realize that the mage did not abandon him, but his paranoid mind is still reeling. He finishes, the crowd disperses, and things begin to roll. Madesi realizes that someone has broken into his stall and goes to a guard, the guard goes to Brand-Shei…
There is a pull at his sleeve. Brynjolf turns to see the hooded Mer, a small smirk playing on her lips as Brand-Shei is pulled away toward the keep.
“Seems like I picked the right person for the job…” He muses, pulling out of her grasp. “How did you do that, lass?”
“A good mage never reveals her secrets.” She leans against his stall, only half her pale face visible to him.
“I can respect that…” He reaches into his pocket, fishing out a purse, fat with coins, and hands it to her. “Your payment, just as I promised.” She lets out a small hmph and takes the purse from him. He gestured for her to follow him, she doesn’t seem to see it and stands there as he takes a few steps away. A few seconds pass and the mer begins to look for him, suddenly surprised, Brynjolf clears his throat awkwardly…
Once she realized her mistake, the mer followed Brynjolf down into the shaded lower tier of the city. His footsteps echoed against the wood, but hers were silent. He liked that.
The Nord leans against a stone wall. “The way things have been going around here, it’s a relief that our plan went off without a hitch?”
“Our plan?” She chuckles, face still hidden, much to Brynjolf’s displeasure.
“Give yourself some credit, lass, it wouldn’t have gone so smoothly without you.”
“You’re a charmer, aren’t you? You probably say that to every woman you recruit.”
“Guilty.” He watches her turn away, her lips twisted into an amused smile. The thief points to the coin purse in her gray hand. “There’s more where that came from,” Brynjolf shrugs casually. “If you’re up to it.”
She frowns. “You just met me.”
“You show potential, your skills – once groomed – would be an asset to my people.”
She lifts her head up, glowing-orange eyes burning into his. “I wouldn’t be a problem…?”
Brynjolf opens his mouth and then swiftly closes it. The pair stare at each other for what feels like years. The Nord clears his throat. “That’s…that’s…”
“Vampirism is a deal-breaker isn’t it?”
He pauses, looking at her intently. “As long as you don’t make a meal of anyone in the Guild…or our marks, I’m ready to give you another test.”
The Vampire nods, pushing back her hood completely. She had rough features – wide jaw, a bump in her nose, a half-shaven head with symmetrically cut black hair…she was certainly no House Telvanni bride-to-be. She had a primal beauty to her, though it may be hard to see that until you get over the fear those orange eyes burned into your soul.
Brynjolf crosses his arms over his chest. “The group I represent has its home in the Ratway a little ways from here,” He points behind him. “A little tavern called the Ragged Flagon…get there and we’ll talk.”
A!A: Tags
Date: 2013-03-16 07:38 pm (UTC)tags: char: f!pc, char: Brynjolf, race: Dunmer, relationship: het, kink: vampire
More to be added as the story goes on, if that's okay? ;a; [worst A!A ever]
Re: Run Right Back [1b/?]
Date: 2013-03-16 09:09 pm (UTC)A vampire Dunmer! Awesome! I love Dunmer.
Thank you so much, A!A. This OP loves it already. Seriously you've made my day.