Please excuse if it manages to not connect so well with the previous bits it's only been five years >__> also tense shift lololololo
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The hand on my wrist loosened just a fraction, yet still he said nothing,
"... I restocked your lockpicks. I've been doing the same for your desk at the Cistern for a while now." It was going to be all right. All I needed to do was let him know how hard I've been working and he would let me go. Wouldn't he?
Still nothing. His grip was loose enough for me to turn to face him, though his free hand was still firmly planted above my head, cutting off any means for escape. Not that I wanted to escape. He was finally looking at me. Still, my heart was beating through my chest harder than ever. I had to keep talking. It was the only way out of this. I could feel the faintest tickle of his breath against my face. If only I could calm my own breathing; inhale what he would give me.
"I-I've been making the coffee the way you like it..; keeping you stocked of the mead you like..."
He let out a derisive cross between a snort and a sneer. At some point his grip had shifted subtly enough that my back was pressed against the wall, having to look up to meet his gaze. I memorised the line of his jaw while eagerly breathing in his scent. Leather, certainly, but now that he was even closer I could pick the faintest hint of spice. Clove, perhaps? That prickling astringency with just a hint of sweetness.
"And how would you know what I like, hmm?" His expression gave nothing away, though the heat clouding my head was stifling as his eyes locked onto mine. Nine bottom eyelashes on the left, eleven on the right. One iris was slightly higher set than the other.
"... Because I watch you. I've been watching you for years." I quickly realised the implication, shaking my free hand in front of my face, "but not while you're getting a massage or anything! I look away when you're doing something private..."
He let out a sharp crack of laughter at that. I didn't understand why. At least he wasn't mad at me anymore.
"How old are you, kitten?" My stomach clenched. Why would he ask that? My throat was a bottleneck; I had to force myself to breathe, let alone reply.
"I left the orphanage a couple years ago."
I flinched in surprise as his hand came to rest against my cheek.
"Must be tough; no family, no home..." For all its rough callouses, his hand was warm. Very warm, and undeniably soft underneath that firm, weathered exterior. I felt myself shudder as I leaned into his touch, cementing each and every crease into my memory.
"The Guild is my family, sir."
Just as abruptly, his warmth was gone, and the Guildmaster out of reach. He busied himself with paperwork at a nearby desk, as if the entire exchange was the same as any other. I barely had my breathing back to normal.
"Come back this time tomorrow."
"Isn't your meeting with the other Guild leaders tomorrow?"
"I changed it." He didn't once look at me since he moved. "Unless you don't want a job from me...?"
"No! No, I didn't mean it like that at all!"
"Tomorrow, then. And no spying in the meantime." He glanced in my direction without moving his head, just long enough to acknowledge me. "That's an order."
"... Yes, Guildmaster."
---- stick around for ten more years for the next instalment wooooooo
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Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 5/?
Date: 2017-01-18 02:04 pm (UTC)Please excuse if it manages to not connect so well with the previous bits it's only been five years >__>
also tense shift lololololo
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The hand on my wrist loosened just a fraction, yet still he said nothing,
"... I restocked your lockpicks. I've been doing the same for your desk at the Cistern for a while now." It was going to be all right. All I needed to do was let him know how hard I've been working and he would let me go. Wouldn't he?
Still nothing. His grip was loose enough for me to turn to face him, though his free hand was still firmly planted above my head, cutting off any means for escape. Not that I wanted to escape. He was finally looking at me. Still, my heart was beating through my chest harder than ever. I had to keep talking. It was the only way out of this. I could feel the faintest tickle of his breath against my face. If only I could calm my own breathing; inhale what he would give me.
"I-I've been making the coffee the way you like it..; keeping you stocked of the mead you like..."
He let out a derisive cross between a snort and a sneer. At some point his grip had shifted subtly enough that my back was pressed against the wall, having to look up to meet his gaze. I memorised the line of his jaw while eagerly breathing in his scent. Leather, certainly, but now that he was even closer I could pick the faintest hint of spice. Clove, perhaps? That prickling astringency with just a hint of sweetness.
"And how would you know what I like, hmm?" His expression gave nothing away, though the heat clouding my head was stifling as his eyes locked onto mine. Nine bottom eyelashes on the left, eleven on the right. One iris was slightly higher set than the other.
"... Because I watch you. I've been watching you for years." I quickly realised the implication, shaking my free hand in front of my face, "but not while you're getting a massage or anything! I look away when you're doing something private..."
He let out a sharp crack of laughter at that. I didn't understand why. At least he wasn't mad at me anymore.
"How old are you, kitten?" My stomach clenched. Why would he ask that? My throat was a bottleneck; I had to force myself to breathe, let alone reply.
"I left the orphanage a couple years ago."
I flinched in surprise as his hand came to rest against my cheek.
"Must be tough; no family, no home..." For all its rough callouses, his hand was warm. Very warm, and undeniably soft underneath that firm, weathered exterior. I felt myself shudder as I leaned into his touch, cementing each and every crease into my memory.
"The Guild is my family, sir."
Just as abruptly, his warmth was gone, and the Guildmaster out of reach. He busied himself with paperwork at a nearby desk, as if the entire exchange was the same as any other. I barely had my breathing back to normal.
"Come back this time tomorrow."
"Isn't your meeting with the other Guild leaders tomorrow?"
"I changed it." He didn't once look at me since he moved. "Unless you don't want a job from me...?"
"No! No, I didn't mean it like that at all!"
"Tomorrow, then. And no spying in the meantime." He glanced in my direction without moving his head, just long enough to acknowledge me. "That's an order."
"... Yes, Guildmaster."
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stick around for ten more years for the next instalment wooooooo