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Brynjolf/F!DB, "Peace" [1.3/?]

[(Anonymous)]

She looks behind him, at the door to the Flagon, before she lets out a short and hollow laugh. “In the Flagon? Since when has drinking been a job, Bryn?” He can tell she means it to be funny, but there’s an edge to the way she says it that rubs him the wrong way.

“Look. I don’t exactly have the patience to deal with your jokes right now,” he tells her bluntly.

“Come on, Bryn! You told me you were busy last time we spoke. That was nearly two weeks ago! Since when have you been too busy to talk to a friend?” She narrows her eyes as he shakes his head at her. “If not as a friend, then business. Guild Master to her second-in-command?”

He snorts, snapping back at her before he can stop himself, “Now you’re concerned with business?”

She frowns, demeanor changing. It’s very odd – meek but enough to let him know she’s trying to be firm with him. “I’ve been doing jobs for the Guild, Brynjolf. Please don’t imply otherwise.”

“Between what? Exploring every nook and cranny in Skyrim?”

“My business is my own,” she says quietly, drawing into herself. This is her being defensive, he realizes, remembering how quietly she’d stood at Karliah’s side when they came to him with Gallus’s journal. But then again, there’s something different from that moment, when he looks at the way she stands. Her stance is more forthright, confident, as opposed to the way she had held herself meekly behind the Dunmer woman.

“And my business is mine, Pax.” With that he turns, intent on drinking away this conversation. Yet again, he feels himself being tugged backward – but this time, the action is rough, wrapped up in emotion. He’s expecting the Guild Master to look upset, perhaps hurt, by his rebuke. Certainly not angry; in all the time he’d known her, not once had he ever seen her angry. Hell, not even with Mercer! But the emotion he met was unmistakably fury as he levels his gaze at her.

“Do not walk away from me like that, Brynjolf! You give me the respect deserving of your Guild Master!”

Brynjolf/F!DB, "Peace" [1.4/?]

[(Anonymous)]

He rolls his eyes, shaking the momentary stun from this sudden surge of anger he’s not yet seen in her. “An absentee Guild Master deserves my respect? Let me tell you something, lass,” he says, letting venom drip into every last word. “I’ve been with this Guild for longer than you’ve probably been alive, and I’ll be damned if I let some arrogant hot-shot thief treat me like I’m below them! Don’t forget who got you in here. Don’t forget that I pushed for you to get the position of Guild Master! Show me some damn respect and get off my case!”

There’s fire in her eyes and on her tongue. Pax snarls as she all but roars back at Brynjolf, “Don’t forget who got the Guild back on its feet! Without me, you wouldn’t even have a Guild to call home anymore! Can I not speak to you? Am I not important enough to you to afford just a fraction of your apparently precious, precious time?”

“I never said that—”

“You might as well have!”

Brynjolf glances over her, his instincts telling him that they’ve drawn a crowd. And like usual, his instincts are right. “Lass, you’d better quiet down—”

“No!” She hisses. He looks at her then, really looks at her. Something isn’t right. His Pax, the Pax he knows, wouldn’t ever shout at him like this. “You do not speak to me like that, mortal! You will not silence a dovah!”

“Dovah?” His brows wrinkle together. “What in Shor’s name is that supposed to mean?”

It’s as if he’s just struck Pax from whatever possessed her to act so out of character. The flame burning in her eyes is gone, replaced by wide confusion melting into fear. “I—oh.” She blanches when she looks over her shoulder at the crowd. They scatter almost as soon as she does so, back to the mundane tasks they go about daily. Out of fear or embarrassment Brynjolf isn’t sure. She looks down at her feet, at the walls of the narrow corridor, anything to avoid his gaze.

“Lass? Are you alright?” He reaches an arm out to touch her shoulder, but is startled when Pax backs up, staring back at him. There’s wild, unguarded fear written all over her face, in the way her eyes are wide like an elk before the saber cat bites it round the neck.

“I don’t know.” He thinks he hears her murmur, head shaking back and forth. She darts away into the Cistern. And for whatever reason, Brynjolf doesn’t follow her.

Re: Brynjolf/F!DB, "Peace" [1.4/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, excellent start!

And I love they interplay between the DB name and the title. Very clever.

Re: Brynjolf/F!DB, "Peace" [1.4/?]

[(Anonymous)]

OP here, and it is entirely possible that noise you heard in the distance was a squee. The fact that you put up four parts made my day all sunshine and rainbows. <3

And no worries, I totally know how bad finals time gets, cause I've got mine coming up sooner than I'd like.

Re: Brynjolf/F!DB, "Peace" [1.4/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Can't wait for more