Daedric boots and a trout. Delvin was not sure what exactly had happened these last few hours, but he was sure he'd need therapy once he was out of here.
Daedric Boots.
Trout.
What the heck?
How did he get himself into this mess...
To call the conversation he had with Haelga awkward would be an understatement. He blabbered and she got annoyed, tried to get rid of him. Until he made a fatal mistake.
Oh sure, last evening he thought pretending to be Brynjolf and calling her 'lass' was probably the smartest move he'd made all day. The way she suddenly stopped speaking and looked at him, her eyes widening... yes, yesterday it really sounded good.
And how her voice changed from shrill and annoyed to dark and sultry, asking him to call her 'lass' again... which he did...
That's when things started getting weird, he decided. The way she jumped out of her chair and grabbed his collar, pulling him up – though even standing he just about reached her shoulder – and then dragged him behind her towards the Bunkhouse.
He thought his wildest dreams were coming true. But his wildest dreams did not include Daedric Boots and trout. No, definitely not.
Now he was lying beside a slightly snoring Haelga, bruised and sore and feeling violated, but even though he was the master of Sneak, he was afraid to move. What if she woke up? And what if she wanted more?
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Re: With friends like these... 4/?
Date: 2013-01-14 05:13 pm (UTC)Daedric Boots.
Trout.
What the heck?
How did he get himself into this mess...
To call the conversation he had with Haelga awkward would be an understatement. He blabbered and she got annoyed, tried to get rid of him. Until he made a fatal mistake.
Oh sure, last evening he thought pretending to be Brynjolf and calling her 'lass' was probably the smartest move he'd made all day. The way she suddenly stopped speaking and looked at him, her eyes widening... yes, yesterday it really sounded good.
And how her voice changed from shrill and annoyed to dark and sultry, asking him to call her 'lass' again... which he did...
That's when things started getting weird, he decided. The way she jumped out of her chair and grabbed his collar, pulling him up – though even standing he just about reached her shoulder – and then dragged him behind her towards the Bunkhouse.
He thought his wildest dreams were coming true. But his wildest dreams did not include Daedric Boots and trout. No, definitely not.
Now he was lying beside a slightly snoring Haelga, bruised and sore and feeling violated, but even though he was the master of Sneak, he was afraid to move. What if she woke up? And what if she wanted more?
Oh Divines, he couldn't handly any more of THAT.
He needed to get out of here, and fast.
Damn Brynjolf and his stupid advice.