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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 12.9
Date: 2013-11-10 03:58 pm (UTC)And now he was doing her fetching and carrying – Sithis, this was too much, he should treat the designing little hussy like he had Gabriella, silence the sole witness... except he couldn't bring himself to do it. He passed her the broom, amazed to see the blood on the floor reduced to red dust.
“Freeze-drying,” she explained. “Old Forsworn method of getting blood off stone, we – they – perfected it when they took Markarth. First you freeze it solid, then you burn it, then you sweep it up. Thanks, honey.” She swept the red dust into a corner and handed the broom back with a smile.
“My name's Eola. And yeah, I used to be a Forsworn, it's where I got my training. Grew up on a camp, both my parents were committed to the cause. Me, I had two sisters die, saw it happen to one with my own eyes. When I came of age, I had other ideas and ran away. Never looked back.” Something in her eyes told a different story though, and despite the levity in her voice, Cicero realised that when she'd talked of being cold, hungry and alone, clutching at a loved one's corpse after they'd been killed, she'd spoken from memory, and that she'd looked back more than a few times on the Forsworn family she'd left behind. Cicero felt his heart go out to her and he knew then he truly was doomed. Everything about this Eola woman was wrong... but he still wanted to cuddle her better. And possibly then kill someone with her, butcher the corpse for her and then bend her over a hard surface and... oh Sithis, this was ridiculous. He was better than this, wasn't he? Wasn't he?
Apparently not because he'd put the broom back and gone back over to her.
“You have not been here long, have you,” he said gently. “You had a home, didn't you?”
“Yeah,” Eola sighed. “Nice little place just outside Markarth called Reachcliff Cave. Just an old Dragon Cult ruin, not even a big one, one of the few not colonised by the Forsworn. But it was home and it was mine. Until the dragons came back and the Draugr decided it was time to start serving them again. I had to run for my life.”
Just outside Markarth... near Karthspire perhaps? With Elisif safely on her way home and Gabriella dead, Cicero had a little time to spare. Perhaps he could help. Perhaps he could be of assistance to the pretty murderer, stab some Draugr for her. He had his new bow now, and Elisif had given him her ebony axe earlier, finding it a bit heavy to carry now she had two swords. Yes, yes he could certainly help. And if the pretty flesh-eating necromancer proved grateful and wished to... reward him... well, Cicero wouldn't say no to that either.
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The Draugr had proved easy prey in the end. Even the Deathlord in the final chamber had fallen to Cicero's axe and arrows and Eola's magic. None of them had ever even seen Cicero coming. He was feeling very pleased with himself, and Eola had looked nothing short of admiring. Then she'd given him gold and told him to go find a main course to reconsecrate the Shrine of Namira with. Well of course she was a Daedra-worshipper, Cicero hadn't even been surprised by that point. About the only thing about her that could actually have shocked him by then was finding out she was an untouched virgin. Which struck him as vanishingly unlikely, to put it mildly.
So he'd done as asked and lured that priest of Arkay back, giggling all the way, and really it was amazing what a tale of a cave full of undead needing Arkay's blessings and a bag of gold would do.
There they'd been, he and Eola standing across each other with Namira's altar in between them and a sleeping priest of Arkay on top of it.
Carve, she'd told him. Cicero had never flinched from a good stabbing in his life. So he'd carved, squealed at the blood spatter and then licked the blood from his fingers while she'd stared hungrily at him.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 12.10
Date: 2013-11-10 04:00 pm (UTC)And then Namira had spoken and Cicero's world had imploded. He'd just stood there staring as Lady Namira herself had told him he'd pleased her, that he was now Keeper of her Ring, and to wallow in his wretchedness as her newest champion. He'd just nodded, tears rolling down his face and then she'd been gone... but her ring remained on his finger.
“She spoke to me,” Cicero whispered, staring vacantly into space.
“Yes,” Eola said softly, coming to stand before him, stroking his face, staring in awe. “You're everything I hoped you'd be... and more.”
“She spoke to me,” Cicero whispered again. “Twelve years of tending to Mother and nothing and I bring Namira one victim and... and Cicero gets to hear her voice...! Named Champion... Keeper...”
“I know!” Eola breathed, still smiling at him. “To be given that honour... I'm so proud of you.”
Cicero nodded, biting his lip and then he was sobbing, howling his heart out on Eola's shoulder, clinging on to her as grief for twelve wasted years as the Night Mother's Keeper, resentment at said Night Mother for never repaying him with her voice, not ever, not once, washed over him, tearing him apart, making him cry with the sheer emotion. And then the love, the hope, the realisation he'd been claimed by another... the realisation he was free, thanks to the woman before him.
“All right, champion,” Eola whispered, rubbing his back. “You're all right. It's a little overwhelming, I know. Oh honey, I've got you, it's all right.” She raised her voice to the rest of the coven, two of whom Cicero recognised from Markarth market and stables. “Right folks, our champion is clearly touched beyond words, so he and I are going out for a little privacy. Carry on without us and drink to Namira's glory. Tonight we have been blessed, brothers and sisters!”
The coven cheered and raised glasses, all praising Cicero's name. Cicero smiled tearfully back and raised the ring so they could all see it, before following Eola out.
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They sat under the stars by the river, Cicero huddled in Eola's arms as she stroked his hair and comforted him, and then he started talking, hesitantly and rambling at first, then telling her everything, all of it, all the Brotherhood's secrets, the Sacrament, the Listener, how he'd been one of their best assassins until the Listener died and the Night Mother came to Cheydinhal. How he'd become Keeper and how the others had left, left him alone in the dark for so long, so very long! Then he'd gone to Falkreath, to the last remaining Sanctuary, but found no Listener, just heretics who'd abandoned the old ways and mocked him as a fool. In the end he'd lost his temper when Astrid had insulted the Night Mother and tried to kill her, and had to run for his life... and then he'd found the Blades and their Dragonborn, Jarl Elisif of Solitude, High Queen to be. And she was pretty and nice and had been kind to him before and saved him again from Arnbjorn, so he'd joined up with her. That and depriving Astrid of the large sum of money she'd receive on Elisif's death struck Cicero as amusing.
“Jarl Elisif,” Eola said faintly. “High Queen of Skyrim according to the Empire. Dragonborn. And you joined up with her.”
“Yes!” Cicero giggled. “Yes, yes! Sweetling, she... she eats dragons!”
“Really?” Now that had grabbed Eola's attention. “I didn't know there was meat to be had on a dragon! How does she get through the scales?”
“It burns,” Cicero breathed, eyes wide as he described it to her. “The dragon burns and she takes the fire into herself! It is all bright and shiny and she takes the fire and then the dragon is gone! Dead! A skeleton! So obviously Cicero was very impressed and now he helps her. Keeps her safe. From Stormcloaks and Forsworn and Thalmor... and discreetly stabbing false Dark Brothers and Sisters when they get too close.”
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.