Introducing Dyorn, the listener, the rather tired listener... all for Cicero's fun of course.
Char: M!PC, Cicero Kink: Somnofilia
Hope you enjoy! (Only like my second fill total XD)
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Cicero had seen the Listener enter the sanctuary. Had seen the strong listener, the sneaky listener, walk silently across the hall, his eyes not even looking at Cicero or the new family members. The listener was tired, Cicero had seen this before, he knew.
The listener was such a sweet man to Cicero, such a caring elf with his hands covered in the blood of his mother’s will. The listener cared about Cicero… but he cared for the whole of their family too.
Cicero didn’t know why he was so jealous of the others that the Dunmer spoke to. The listener spoke to everyone. The listener was silent on his feet, but he spoke a lot for a listener.
Cicero had also heard rumors, that the listener was more than just a listener. The dark haired elf with eyes the color of blood had something more to him. The listener had power, more than what Sithis granted him. The whispers said Dragonborn, and Cicero believed it. Cicero believed that the Listener was more than what Cicero could hope to be.
But the Listener was a caring elf, a beautiful elf, a dark elf. The listener walked with such a grace that he could only be a wraith sent by Sithis himself. His face was long and slim, his eyes glowing and narrow. The listener wasn’t lanky, not like Cicero, but he wasn’t like the Nords – he was lithe and powerful and a wonderfully crafted elf – like the ebony blades his listener wielded.
Cicero watch as the listener retreated to his room – no, the listener didn’t retreat, but Cicero could call it nothing but as he watched the door close on the new blood that dared to bother him. Cicero didn’t like the attention his listener was getting. The family could find their own elf and leave Cicero’s alone!
The mad jester made his way to the room another way, his hands fiddling with locks until he found himself standing over the listener, standing over Dyorn, who was dead to the world. The listener must have been tired. “Poor listener, poor sleepy tired listener, Cicero will take care of you,” Cicero whispered to the sleeping listener as he leaned over the elf. The listeners face looked so content in sleep, not a nightmare at hand. Cicero could help him relax, Cicero knew how to use his hands. Cicero could make the listener comfortable. Cicero giggled quietly at his own minds inner workings as he settled himself beside the listener on the small cot, the elf already having striped to his loin cloth to sleep. Cicero knew it was because the listener believed he would be safe from prying eyes in his own room. Smooth scarred skin glistened back at him as he stared, giggling to himself.
Cicero would certainly take care of his listener.
He watched a sleeping face even as his fingers moved along the bodies contours, using his fingers to trace the shape of relaxed muscles. His listener didn’t wake, eyes closed in exhaustion. Cicero giggled again, wanting to clap his hands in joy, but that would wake the listener, and then Cicero couldn’t do what Cicero wanted to. Cicero got rid of his gloves, the soiled things wouldn’t let him touch the listener, wouldn’t let him feel the listeners skin to skin. Cicero traced scars and skin alike, the difference in feel, in texture, set the nerves in his fingers in to frenzies. Down over the chest, tracing the large scar that trailed from collar to just below the bud of a nipple. Cicero felt that, felt the ridged skin, felt the listener twitch in his sleep. Ooo, what kind of dreams was Cicero causing? What was going on in void of the Listeners dreams? Cicero giggled, his fingers tracing up to circle the nipple before pinching hard. The dark elf’s body jumped in shock, but the listener slept on.
(O.O Character Limit!? Oooooh, Cicero doesn't like this at all!!! No fun! No fun! No fuuuuuuun! pout)
Capcha= liedchm author = Excuse me? What kind of author?
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Keeping the Listener : 1/?
Date: 2013-06-26 12:14 am (UTC)Char: M!PC, Cicero
Kink: Somnofilia
Hope you enjoy! (Only like my second fill total XD)
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Cicero had seen the Listener enter the sanctuary. Had seen the strong listener, the sneaky listener, walk silently across the hall, his eyes not even looking at Cicero or the new family members. The listener was tired, Cicero had seen this before, he knew.
The listener was such a sweet man to Cicero, such a caring elf with his hands covered in the blood of his mother’s will. The listener cared about Cicero… but he cared for the whole of their family too.
Cicero didn’t know why he was so jealous of the others that the Dunmer spoke to. The listener spoke to everyone. The listener was silent on his feet, but he spoke a lot for a listener.
Cicero had also heard rumors, that the listener was more than just a listener. The dark haired elf with eyes the color of blood had something more to him. The listener had power, more than what Sithis granted him. The whispers said Dragonborn, and Cicero believed it. Cicero believed that the Listener was more than what Cicero could hope to be.
But the Listener was a caring elf, a beautiful elf, a dark elf. The listener walked with such a grace that he could only be a wraith sent by Sithis himself. His face was long and slim, his eyes glowing and narrow. The listener wasn’t lanky, not like Cicero, but he wasn’t like the Nords – he was lithe and powerful and a wonderfully crafted elf – like the ebony blades his listener wielded.
Cicero watch as the listener retreated to his room – no, the listener didn’t retreat, but Cicero could call it nothing but as he watched the door close on the new blood that dared to bother him. Cicero didn’t like the attention his listener was getting. The family could find their own elf and leave Cicero’s alone!
The mad jester made his way to the room another way, his hands fiddling with locks until he found himself standing over the listener, standing over Dyorn, who was dead to the world. The listener must have been tired.
“Poor listener, poor sleepy tired listener, Cicero will take care of you,” Cicero whispered to the sleeping listener as he leaned over the elf. The listeners face looked so content in sleep, not a nightmare at hand. Cicero could help him relax, Cicero knew how to use his hands. Cicero could make the listener comfortable. Cicero giggled quietly at his own minds inner workings as he settled himself beside the listener on the small cot, the elf already having striped to his loin cloth to sleep. Cicero knew it was because the listener believed he would be safe from prying eyes in his own room. Smooth scarred skin glistened back at him as he stared, giggling to himself.
Cicero would certainly take care of his listener.
He watched a sleeping face even as his fingers moved along the bodies contours, using his fingers to trace the shape of relaxed muscles. His listener didn’t wake, eyes closed in exhaustion. Cicero giggled again, wanting to clap his hands in joy, but that would wake the listener, and then Cicero couldn’t do what Cicero wanted to. Cicero got rid of his gloves, the soiled things wouldn’t let him touch the listener, wouldn’t let him feel the listeners skin to skin. Cicero traced scars and skin alike, the difference in feel, in texture, set the nerves in his fingers in to frenzies. Down over the chest, tracing the large scar that trailed from collar to just below the bud of a nipple. Cicero felt that, felt the ridged skin, felt the listener twitch in his sleep. Ooo, what kind of dreams was Cicero causing? What was going on in void of the Listeners dreams? Cicero giggled, his fingers tracing up to circle the nipple before pinching hard. The dark elf’s body jumped in shock, but the listener slept on.
(O.O Character Limit!? Oooooh, Cicero doesn't like this at all!!! No fun! No fun! No fuuuuuuun! pout)
Capcha= liedchm author = Excuse me? What kind of author?