Marilena burst into tears again as the Imperial went outside. Maybe that’s why she had been attracted to Marcurio, because he had been an Imperial too. She remembered the first time she had met Cicero on the road. He had been so distraught and frantic about his wagon wheel. It had been simple to get Loreius to fix it with her charm and sunny smiles.
In a way, it had been just like the stories of knights, but Cicero had been the damsel in distress and she had been the shining knight. It had made her feel good and he had been so thankful.
They had met again in Falkreath Sanctuary and been instant friends. She had grown to love him for his stories, songs, dances, and laughter. Then Astrid had insulted the Night Mother and Cicero had been banished for trying to kill her. Marilena never could have killed her sweet jester, but she had followed under the pretense of Astrid’s command to keep him safe.
She had almost died of happiness when they met again outside of Dawnstar Sanctuary. And after that, she always kept him close to her when she went out because she couldn’t stand the thought of them being apart. He was her best friend despite being twice her age and she loved him with all her heart.
He just didn’t feel the same way.
Cicero breathed in the lake air as he leaned against the rail. Sometimes he hated the Listener. It galled him that the Night Mother had chosen that child over him to be her favorite child. She had been little more than a squalling babe in her mother’s arms when Cicero had become Keeper. She had been learning how to take her first steps while Cicero suffered in Cheydinhal alone except for the laughter. She had been surrounded by a loving family while Cicero waited alone in the dark.
He had liked her well enough when they had met on the road, but she had just been a kind stranger who had helped poor Cicero. He would have been just as grateful to anyone else. Then they had met again and Cicero had been relieved to find someone who would at least be nice to him unlike the rest of the Sanctuary.
Then she had become the Listener and Cicero had about fainted from the shock. This small, bouncy, silly child was the one chosen by the Night Mother? This girl who still dreamed about the concept of love and marriage instead of focusing on making the Dark Brotherhood into a threat against Tamriel once again?
Cicero admittedly loved her, but truly only as a sister and no more than the rest of his dark family. He bitterly wanted to be the Listener instead of Keeper, but at least this sister was caring and kind. She watched out for all of her family and treated none of them poorly. And she followed the Tenets unlike the Pretender Astrid.
They had spent a lot of time together, cuddled up to stay warm while traveling, sharing meals, laughing over stories, and killing, always killing for their gods. It had been nice. She had allowed Cicero to hunt again, and for that he was grateful. But that one night when she had tried to slip into his bedroll while she wore nothing more than a thin shift, Cicero had been forced to draw a line.
“Listener, Cicero does not feel that way for you,” he had told her. “Cicero never will.”
She had pouted with her big blue eyes full of tears, but she had returned to her roll nonetheless. Cicero had been relieved and thought it would be nothing more than an awkward night together. Then she had met that Marcurio fellow and started flirting with him. She had taken him instead of Cicero on her missions, never contracts, but they had explored caves and tombs together.
Then she had come to Sanctuary, chirping and bubbly about being married. Cicero had smiled and nodded for her. Asked if he could come too because he couldn’t stand the thought of not being there for his best friend for her wedding day.
She had looked a little disappointed, but had agreed. They had traveled to Riften. While Marilena rested for her big day, Cicero had slipped out of Honeyside to find Marcurio.
“Don’t marry the girl,” Cicero had warned him, his voice only honey and sweetness.
“Please don’t tell me that you have a crush on her,” Marcurio had taunted.
“Oh no, Cicero would never wish to be with her,” the jester had replied, “but she belongs to another and that is not you.”
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Forever Alone 3/?
Date: 2012-10-29 02:26 am (UTC)In a way, it had been just like the stories of knights, but Cicero had been the damsel in distress and she had been the shining knight. It had made her feel good and he had been so thankful.
They had met again in Falkreath Sanctuary and been instant friends. She had grown to love him for his stories, songs, dances, and laughter. Then Astrid had insulted the Night Mother and Cicero had been banished for trying to kill her. Marilena never could have killed her sweet jester, but she had followed under the pretense of Astrid’s command to keep him safe.
She had almost died of happiness when they met again outside of Dawnstar Sanctuary. And after that, she always kept him close to her when she went out because she couldn’t stand the thought of them being apart. He was her best friend despite being twice her age and she loved him with all her heart.
He just didn’t feel the same way.
Cicero breathed in the lake air as he leaned against the rail. Sometimes he hated the Listener. It galled him that the Night Mother had chosen that child over him to be her favorite child. She had been little more than a squalling babe in her mother’s arms when Cicero had become Keeper. She had been learning how to take her first steps while Cicero suffered in Cheydinhal alone except for the laughter. She had been surrounded by a loving family while Cicero waited alone in the dark.
He had liked her well enough when they had met on the road, but she had just been a kind stranger who had helped poor Cicero. He would have been just as grateful to anyone else. Then they had met again and Cicero had been relieved to find someone who would at least be nice to him unlike the rest of the Sanctuary.
Then she had become the Listener and Cicero had about fainted from the shock. This small, bouncy, silly child was the one chosen by the Night Mother? This girl who still dreamed about the concept of love and marriage instead of focusing on making the Dark Brotherhood into a threat against Tamriel once again?
Cicero admittedly loved her, but truly only as a sister and no more than the rest of his dark family. He bitterly wanted to be the Listener instead of Keeper, but at least this sister was caring and kind. She watched out for all of her family and treated none of them poorly. And she followed the Tenets unlike the Pretender Astrid.
They had spent a lot of time together, cuddled up to stay warm while traveling, sharing meals, laughing over stories, and killing, always killing for their gods. It had been nice. She had allowed Cicero to hunt again, and for that he was grateful. But that one night when she had tried to slip into his bedroll while she wore nothing more than a thin shift, Cicero had been forced to draw a line.
“Listener, Cicero does not feel that way for you,” he had told her. “Cicero never will.”
She had pouted with her big blue eyes full of tears, but she had returned to her roll nonetheless. Cicero had been relieved and thought it would be nothing more than an awkward night together. Then she had met that Marcurio fellow and started flirting with him. She had taken him instead of Cicero on her missions, never contracts, but they had explored caves and tombs together.
Then she had come to Sanctuary, chirping and bubbly about being married. Cicero had smiled and nodded for her. Asked if he could come too because he couldn’t stand the thought of not being there for his best friend for her wedding day.
She had looked a little disappointed, but had agreed. They had traveled to Riften. While Marilena rested for her big day, Cicero had slipped out of Honeyside to find Marcurio.
“Don’t marry the girl,” Cicero had warned him, his voice only honey and sweetness.
“Please don’t tell me that you have a crush on her,” Marcurio had taunted.
“Oh no, Cicero would never wish to be with her,” the jester had replied, “but she belongs to another and that is not you.”