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Re: With friends like these... 3/?
Date: 2013-01-14 05:12 pm (UTC)Her voice echoed through the cistern. Brynjolf took a quick glance around to make sure nobody actually heard what he was discussing with their new guild master, and then turned back towards her with his most charming smile.
"But lass, it's for the sake of the Guild!"
"Don't you 'lass' me! I'm not going to sleep with Delvin only so you can win that stupid bet!"
Another glance around the cistern proved that nobody was close enough to make out what exactly they were talking about, so he was safe for now.
"There really is no reason to shout. You are the guild master now, and our well-being is in your best interest, right? And Delvin is not well. I would help him myself if I could, but you see..." His hands indicated his lack of cleavage „I'm not cut out for this job."
The middle-aged Breton was trying to kill him with her eyes. He knew that look, and he also knew the best way to react was – despite his urge to run away screaming like a little child – to just smile his puppy-smile and hope her motherly instincts would kick in. If she had such a thing. Which he doubted.
"Brynjolf, are you stupid?"
He sure felt like it, the way she asked him. "Uhmmm..."
"Oh shut up, Bryn. Get him a whore or something. Surely you have whores in Skyrim?"
The redhead shook his head. "No whores, strictly illegal."
The woman raised a delicate eyebrow. "Like that ever stopped you guys before."
Her second in command just shrugged. "Desperate Nord women rather pick up a sword and join the legion than spread their legs for the likes of Delvin, I suppose."
The Breton nodded in agreement. "Can't blame them, either..."
"So you're not going to help us? Shit, if I'd known you don't care about your Guild I'd have suggested Vex become guild ma..."
"You don't want to finish that sentence!"
Brynjolf suppressed a victorious smirk. He knew that remark hit home.
"So?"
The blond woman brought her hands up to her temples, trying to get rid of the headache that always seemed to strike when Brynjolf came to her with one of his wonderful new plans.
"Alright, I'll do it – IF he comes to me. I'll pretend to be wooed or whatever... Just, don't tell anybody, okay?"
"Well, I'd never..."
"Cut it, Bryn. Damn, I need a drink..."
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.
Re: With friends like these... 4/?
Date: 2013-01-15 03:40 pm (UTC)Re: With friends like these... 4/?
Date: 2013-01-16 03:20 am (UTC)Re: With friends like these... 5/?
Date: 2013-02-19 11:53 pm (UTC)It was then that he spotted the master of sneak doing... well... sneaking. In broad daylight. He looked like a haunted man. Someone who had been through hours of torture and sleep deprivation. Leaving the bunkhouse with a look of utter relief, he immediately headed for the stairs that led him in the general direction of the ratways.
However, remembering his bet and being slightly curious as to why the master of Sneak would leave a place like the bunkhouse in broad daylight, Thrynn called after him, stopping the Breton in his tracks.
"Oi, Mallory! Over here! You look like shit, man."
Said man jumped at the sound of his name. His gaze immediately turned back towards the bunkhouse as if he expected the building to jump up and swallow him. With a few quick though rather stiff movements, he was standing beside the taller Nord. "Not so loud! We wouldn't wanna wake anyone up, now would we?" The other thief just frowned in response. "What the hell are you talking about, you old senile coot?" Delvin just shook his head. "Doesn't matter. But if anyone comes looking for me, you ain't seen or heard of me, got it?" Thrynn just nodded. He had no idea what was going on, but neither did he really care at this particular moment.
The old man turned around, continuing on his way downstairs, mumbling to himself "Stupid Brynjolf and his stupid advice."
In the blink of an eye, the tall Nord was running after his superior and caught up with him just outside Elgrim's Elixirs. "What did you just say?"
Delvin sighed. "Listen, friend. If Brynjolf ever offers you his help, in any goddamn way, just say no. Doesn't matter what it is, just tell him to get lost. You wouldn't believe what kinds of trouble a single word can cause you when said to the wrong person."
The door behind the opened and a young woman left the building, looking deeply in thought. Thrynn took a step aside to let Ingrun Black-Briar pass him as he asked the one thing on his mind. "What word?"
Delvin's tired eyes mit his friend's curious gaze. He never seemed to notice the young woman that was just passing him by as he said the word that would doom him once again.
"Lass"
Re: With friends like these... 6/?
Date: 2013-02-19 11:54 pm (UTC)He would not say a word.
Sipping on his mead down in the Flaggon, the former bandit smiled. Delvin was truly fucked, and Brynjolf would never know. Life was good.
Anyway, he did not feel too bad for leaving his friend at the mercy of a beautful young woman. How bad could she possibly be?
Re: With friends like these... 7/?
Date: 2014-08-12 12:06 pm (UTC)Now he found himself in the Black-Briar residence in Riften, but for entirely different reasons than he would have liked. Ingun was a beautiful young lady, but not only was she a psycho, she was also the well-guarded daughter of Maven 'The Hagraven' Black-Briar. Also she was into poisons. And potions. And aphrodisiacs and Delvin did not even want to know what else she was using. He just wanted for it it to end.
To his very dread, he found out that Ingun was quite noisy at certain activities which did nothing to soothe his nerves. Please, he thought, please just let it end!
When it did, after what felt like a lifetime, he dragged his hurting body out of her room, praying to all Aedra and Daedra that he would not encounter the very woman who was waiting for him at the front door. Maven stood in front of the broken, aching shadow of a man, radiating full authority. Her arms were crossed and she was not pleased.
“Delvin Mallory, of all the useless...” She was boiling with rage and seemed unable to properly express her anger. Delvin knew he was in more trouble than he could possibly fathom. Where was the guard to arrest him when he actually needed them? Typical for these annoying louts, they were never around when someone required their help.
“Maven,” he began, “it's not what it looks like...” He was unable to continue as the woman shouted at him. “Not what it looks like? Do you think me deaf or stupid, Mallory?” Her face turned red and her upper lip quivered with repressed rage. Her face was torn in an ugly grimace and Delvin couldn't help finding a dozen similarities to a Hagraven. For a moment he almost felt like laughing. Or crying. Or both.
Maven must have seen the tiny traitorous twitch of his lips as he suppressed his emotions and it did nothing to calm her anger.
However, Maven Black-Briar was nothing if not professional, so she took a deep breath in order to calm her nerves and asked the one thing she simply did not understand. “So, how did an old good-for-nothing like you convince my daughter to take you home?”
“I don't know!” Delvin practically screamed, overwhelmed by panic. “She was just walking past me, and I just told Thrynn how Brynjolf made me call Haelga 'lass', and then... Oh no. Please, no!” He did not miss the way Maven's posture changed or how her eyes suddenly began to sparkle. Her face relaxed and she almost looked human for a moment.
“Say that again” she commanded in a hushed voice, sounding almost flustered. Delvin swallowed and prayed for a Dragon to come and burn down the house. However, there was no disobeying the Hagraven.
“....Lass?”
Re: With friends like these... 7/?
Date: 2014-08-12 06:35 pm (UTC)