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Dark Wings In The Cold 1a/?
Date: 2014-02-23 10:08 pm (UTC)--
Title: Dark Wings In The Cold
Summary: Mercer Frey is dead and Karliah is free to thieve again but returning to a normal(ish) life after twenty-five years on the run is hard. It gets even harder when she brings down a dragon and takes its soul.
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Bare feet hit the cold stone floor, hands grabbed the bow beneath her bed, and she had reached for her pack before remembering that Mercer was dead.
Karliah slowly let out the breath she had sucked in as soon as she woke up and lowered herself back down to her bed. Her bow clattered to the floor unheeded and her knapsack had fallen over, sagging and empty after twenty-five years of never being properly unpacked.
“He’s dead,” she whispered to herself, making it real to dispel the shake in her hands. “He’s dead.”
These instances of waking up ready to run were slowly becoming less frequent, but they happened more often than Karliah would admit to anyone – actually, she hadn’t told anyone they happened at all, not even her fellow Nightingales. It was an instinct that would fade in time; twenty-five years was not an overwhelmingly long time to an elf.
Just long enough to forge certain habits, like never sleeping in the same bed twice. Every so often she punched about the stuffing of the mattress of her bed in Nightingale Hall to get rid of the shape of her sleeping body. Something that anyone else would see as normal, so familiar as not to be worth mentioning, was alien and uncomfortable to her.
Shadows shifted at the corners of her eyes and Karliah could have sworn she felt a hand touch her shoulder. At least she’d gotten over jumping at the very things that ought to be her most trusted friends. Now she could welcome shadows and think of Gallus rather than suspecting every shady corner of concealing Mercer.
Now she was free – to steal, to go to the Flagon, to walk around the Riften marketplace. Nocturnal was appeased and the Twilight Sepulchre was open to the Nightingales again. It was what she had waited twenty-five years for.
Which meant it was frustrating to say the least to become more and more aware with each passing day that she was not content. Her skin did not sit easily on her and her very blood itched and burned for… something.
Karliah had been trying to write it off as another legacy of Mercer’s persecution. If twenty-five years was enough to make her uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed twice then it was not a stretch that she would have to adjust to not living on the run, and even Karliah had to admit that she was not always the calmest of people. Her nerves had led her to make snap decisions on more than one occasion.
So she kept herself busy, running jobs for the Guild and re-establishing her name and contacts. Back in their heyday, she and Gallus had had contacts and fences in every city in Skyrim, and while the Guild was repairing much of that with the help of Annika, the young Nord who had helped Karliah clear her name, some things required a more… personal touch.
Dark Wings In The Cold 1b
Date: 2014-02-23 10:15 pm (UTC)“Well… it’s a long shot, but there might be someone.”
“Go on then,” replied Delvin. “Can’t be worse that the big fat nothing we’ve turned up so far.”
“Gallus and I used to work with a fence called Niranye. When we were in touch, she was based in Falkreath, but I heard she recently moved up to Windhelm.” Karliah drummed her fingers on the old, stained wooden table. “Although she might have moved on again. I’ve only been to Windhelm a handful of times, but even so…”
Delvin nodded in understanding. “Yeah, none too good to your lot, are they? But there’s a chance she might be around?”
“Yes. And I might be able to convince her to fence for us again, although I warn you, she used to skim enough off top to make Tonilia look like a monk with a vow of poverty.”
The Breton let out a laugh that caught the attention of everyone in the Flagon, not least the fence concerned. It was more that the joke came from her than the joke itself; everyone seemed to be surprised when her humour peeked through her usually stern front.
“Sounds like a plan, then.” Delvin took a swig of mead and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “When can you go?”
Karliah shrugged; she had little in the way of commitments. “As soon as you want me to. Just give me a day or two to prepare for the trip.”
So it was settled; a trip to Windhelm. Not her favourite destination in Skyrim by far but if it would help the Guild then she could certainly stomach it. Besides, with luck, she wouldn’t be seen by anyone who would object to her presence.
Today was the day to leave. A trip to Riften’s markets yesterday had allowed her to stock up on supplies for the journey and the cart to Windhelm would leave at seven hours. While little to no natural light penetrated Nightingale Hall, Karliah had refined her internal clock over the years and judged it to be a little past dawn; about two hours before the cart would leave.
She packed quickly, muttering her plans for Windhelm to herself to keep from thinking about other flights, other journeys. One last check of her supplies, one last quick prayer to Nocturnal, and she slipped out of Nightingale Hall dressed like a simple merchant. Being out of her armour, with all her weapons but a dagger in her pack, did nothing to help calm Karliah's nerves but it would make the cart journey much easier with far fewer questions.
Which only meant, of course, that today would be the day it all went wrong.
Re: Dark Wings In The Cold 1b
Date: 2014-02-24 03:34 pm (UTC)Also, try not to be intimidated by the Wolf Queen Awakens (if you are). Just write your story and avoid comparing it with the other and going "Oh no, that story is better than mine. Better stop writing."
Re: Dark Wings In The Cold 1b
Date: 2014-03-08 12:53 am (UTC)Re: Dark Wings In The Cold 1b
Date: 2014-03-12 09:52 pm (UTC)(And def. don't be too intimidated by WQA - I've been at this fanfic lark for years, it only looks good because I purged the early works from the internet.)
Re: Dark Wings In The Cold 1b
Date: 2014-03-23 01:37 am (UTC)