Her stomach clenched and she grabbed her dagger hastily, not wanting to see or remain in the room an instant longer. She dashed out of the room, not realizing that Sapphire and Brynjolf had separated and were watching her go, puzzled.
As she slipped out of the graveyard and into the night, she caught a glimpse of the statue of Talos in the corner. She hurried over and sat behind the shrine, trying desperately not to cry. Wrapping her tail around her, she curled up and quietly sobbed into her knees.
She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there when she heard a twig snap. Instantly her whole body went on alert, all emotions forgotten. She shifted into a crouch and looked in the direction of the noise. A tall shadow was nearing her, and she fingered the hilts of her daggers, ready in case of trouble.
"Easy lass, it's just me," rumbled a familiar voice, just as she recognized him through the bushes. Her body relaxed, although her mind was more anxious than ever. She turned her face away from him, frantically wiping away the evidence of her tears as he sat down beside her.
"Dar'mee?" he queried, reaching out and gently turning her face towards him. "Are you okay?" He slowly let his fingers drop, although not without stroking her cheek first. His touch was like fire to her, but she dared not show it. Not trusting herself to speak, she just nodded as she turned to him.
He was watching her closely, or as closely as a Nord could watch someone at night. She stared back, wondering why he had come out to see her. As if in response, he sighed and glanced up at the statue of Talos, silhouetted against the moons. "Lass, I...well, this is embarrassing. Ah, I'm all tongue-tied again..." Wondering what could possibly lead the normally well-poised man to babble, she waited patiently.
He took her hand and held it, stroking her palm with his thumb. Her heart raced and she held her breath, intrigued. He murmured something she didn't quite catch. At least, she didn't believe she had heard it; surely he didn't actually call her beautiful? Not her, with her fur and her tail and--
His lips met hers, and her thoughts slammed to a halt instantaneously. He pulled her closer to him as she returned his kiss passionately. Hesitantly at first, she put one hand on his side, then the other, finally wrapping her arms around him just before they broke the kiss.
"I've been wanting to do that since I met you," he admitted gruffly. "You're special to me, lass." She smiled at him and leaned her head on his chest, feeling a bit shy. "I know I don't exactly inspire trust...but I truly care about you, no matter what I've done in the past. Will you give an old thief a chance?" he asked apprehensively, getting quieter as he neared the end of his speech.
Still smiling, she answered him happily, "Of course," and kissed him again, curling her tail around them.
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Jealousy 2/2
Date: 2012-09-01 09:47 pm (UTC)As she slipped out of the graveyard and into the night, she caught a glimpse of the statue of Talos in the corner. She hurried over and sat behind the shrine, trying desperately not to cry. Wrapping her tail around her, she curled up and quietly sobbed into her knees.
She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there when she heard a twig snap. Instantly her whole body went on alert, all emotions forgotten. She shifted into a crouch and looked in the direction of the noise. A tall shadow was nearing her, and she fingered the hilts of her daggers, ready in case of trouble.
"Easy lass, it's just me," rumbled a familiar voice, just as she recognized him through the bushes. Her body relaxed, although her mind was more anxious than ever. She turned her face away from him, frantically wiping away the evidence of her tears as he sat down beside her.
"Dar'mee?" he queried, reaching out and gently turning her face towards him. "Are you okay?" He slowly let his fingers drop, although not without stroking her cheek first. His touch was like fire to her, but she dared not show it. Not trusting herself to speak, she just nodded as she turned to him.
He was watching her closely, or as closely as a Nord could watch someone at night. She stared back, wondering why he had come out to see her. As if in response, he sighed and glanced up at the statue of Talos, silhouetted against the moons. "Lass, I...well, this is embarrassing. Ah, I'm all tongue-tied again..." Wondering what could possibly lead the normally well-poised man to babble, she waited patiently.
He took her hand and held it, stroking her palm with his thumb. Her heart raced and she held her breath, intrigued. He murmured something she didn't quite catch. At least, she didn't believe she had heard it; surely he didn't actually call her beautiful? Not her, with her fur and her tail and--
His lips met hers, and her thoughts slammed to a halt instantaneously. He pulled her closer to him as she returned his kiss passionately. Hesitantly at first, she put one hand on his side, then the other, finally wrapping her arms around him just before they broke the kiss.
"I've been wanting to do that since I met you," he admitted gruffly. "You're special to me, lass." She smiled at him and leaned her head on his chest, feeling a bit shy. "I know I don't exactly inspire trust...but I truly care about you, no matter what I've done in the past. Will you give an old thief a chance?" he asked apprehensively, getting quieter as he neared the end of his speech.
Still smiling, she answered him happily, "Of course," and kissed him again, curling her tail around them.