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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.”
Forever Alone 4/4
Date: 2012-10-29 02:29 am (UTC)That’s when Cicero had pushed the mage down the stairs. Marcurio had landed badly with one leg broken under him. He had still been conscious and screaming for help. Cicero had been forced to silence the man with a swift slash across his throat. It had been unfortunate since it was impossible to hide it as something other than a murder now, but the lake had taken care of the body well enough.
Argis had been worse in attitude. After Cicero had given his warning, the man had said, “Just because you’re a quill dicked eunuch who can’t get it up to satisfy her doesn’t mean I need to step aside.” He had sneered. “She told me that she was still a virgin, just waiting for the right man. Well, I intend to be that for her.”
The two of them had been drinking at the Silver-Blood Inn. Argis had not talked that way normally, but he had been deep in his cups at the time. As Cicero helped the staggering man back to Vlindrel Hall, he had released his grip. When Argis fell to his knees, Cicero had introduced his dagger to the man’s back – multiple times. It had been a very satisfying kill.
And it had been that way with each suitor. Cicero would warn them to stay away from his mistress, and they would blow him off. At least Balimund had been polite about it. That’s why Cicero had merely smothered him in his sleep. But they had to die.
If the Listener married one of them, an outsider who didn’t know or understand the Brotherhood, then her loyalties would divided and eventually she would have to choose. And Cicero knew what Marilena was like. She would want to choose her husband and any children she may have had with him by that point.
That was unacceptable.
Cicero had not waited and suffered for so long to allow his Listener to simply slip away. He would guard her and protect her. He would kill for her. But he would never ever let her go. Mother needed her and Cicero always got Mother what she wanted.
The chill in the air was getting to be too much for the Imperial in his thin jester’s garb. Cicero slipped back inside and was pleased to see his Listener was asleep. He crawled into the bed with her, still above the covers and placed his arms around her.
Marilena’s eyes fluttered open. Faint streaks of tears glittered in the moonlight. “You’re back,” she murmured.
“Cicero is always here,” he promised.
“Kiss me,” she commanded. Cicero never disobeyed, so he gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. A brother’s kiss.
“If I were to order you to be with me, would you?” Marilena asked sullenly.
“Yes,” Cicero admitted, “but you wouldn’t because you want it to be real and honestly given.”
“Damn you,” she grumbled. “Why do you know me so well? Why can you not love me like I love you?”
“Cicero only has enough room in his heart to love the Night Mother,” he responded. “At least in the way you want.”
“Like a courtly love?” she asked. “A knight for his queen?”
“Yes, oh yes.”
The young girl wrapped her arms tightly around the older man’s waist, holding on to him as if she was drowning and he was the only thing keeping her afloat. “But we’ll always be together right? Best friends forever, until one of us dies in service of the Night Mother?”
“The Listener, Cicero, and the Night Mother together forever,” Cicero promised, holding his Listener close. “Always and forever.”
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A/N: I hope the OP likes this. It's an idea I had a while back that was more of a "take that" to the flood of Cicero and Listener get married in the Temple of Mara, but ultimately the principle of "I'm just not into you" is the root problem.
Re: Forever Alone 4/4
Date: 2012-10-29 02:47 am (UTC)i hate/love you for this
Re: Forever Alone 4/4
Date: 2012-10-29 03:04 am (UTC)I absolutely LOVE this. The fact that Cicero only loves her as a sister, and even resents her a little, is beautiful. Cicero killing all her suitors is really the icing on the cake! It's dark and so very fitting, I could totally see Cicero doing that.
Although my heart breaks a little for poor Marilena. :C
Thank you so much A!A <3
Re: Forever Alone 4/4
Date: 2012-10-29 06:57 pm (UTC)