I was gonna wait until I finished this whole section but it's getting long and blueballing is more fun --------
I did as he said.
It was excruciating, being forbidden to see him, on top of which he didn't keep to his usual routine, either. He wasn't at the Cistern for his usual evening nap, nor could I go out looking for him. I had to stay put. His desk was stocked, the communal stew refilled and bubbling away; I didn't have much else to do but wait. Even so, I was anxious. I didn't own much other than bare essentials, and my clean set of Guild leathers were still drying from the wash. This was just another job - it really didn't matter what I was wearing, did it? I'm sure he would have specified if he wanted me to bring anything specific...
The Cistern filtered in and out with people as the hours passed by, yet still the Guildmaster did not make an appearance. I did a few odds and ends for Delvin, and while it all went well, it did nothing for the tight lump in my throat. The evening could not come any sooner.
The front door of Riftweald Manor was barred, as usual. I suppose he didn't need to bother opening it since I already know the way in. Still, that doesn't explain what he was doing for the past twenty four hours - there's barely anything in that house that could keep one busy for that long., and most of the furniture is topped with a fine layer of dust. I figured it best to let myself into Riftweald the usual way, and wait specifically where I saw him last. I was a little early, but finally the sun set over the horizon once more. I lit the torch sconce in the room in order to signal my presence. We would need it if there were documents and the like to look at, anyway.
Five, ten minutes went by in silence, other than my own nervous breathing. I leaned against his desk, which was now divested of whatever paperwork he was looking at last night. Being propped against a wall, I could see both doorways connecting the room from where I was. Regardless, I had little else to do than alternate sitting on my hands and biting down my fingernails, and the more time passed the less I looked up to appraise the sameness of my surroundings.
"Caught off guard, again."
I jolted upright with a start, straightening myself to attention. He was already within arms reach. When, and how, did he even come in? I had to do better than this. The Guildmaster shrugged off his hood, idly pulling his travelling cloak loose before draping it over a wall hook. Where did he go?
"Anyone else could have easily taken advantage of you." Taken advantage, how? And why? It's not like I keep anything valuable on me.
"Taken advantage, sir?" My eyes were drawn to his path as he paced around the room. Not a sound from the wooden floorboards. Not even from that one spot that creaked each and every time I stepped on it. He moved with such nonchalance that it was impossible to know what he was thinking, though he had an almost imperceptible swagger about him suggesting a recent success.
"The world is full of enemies. You need to know who to trust; who aren't just going to use you for their own ends." He glanced at me from across the room, scanning up and down in my direction.
"I... I'm not certain what you mean." I found myself turning away from his scrutiny, suddenly very interested in the pattern of the walls. It was much more difficult to watch him when he was looking back at me. "S-so, you had a job for me, Guildmaster?"
"Hm, yes. If you can do it, that is." He stalked closer, folding his arms in front of his chest; he was doubtful.
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Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 5/?
Date: 2017-01-29 10:14 am (UTC)--------
I did as he said.
It was excruciating, being forbidden to see him, on top of which he didn't keep to his usual routine, either. He wasn't at the Cistern for his usual evening nap, nor could I go out looking for him. I had to stay put. His desk was stocked, the communal stew refilled and bubbling away; I didn't have much else to do but wait. Even so, I was anxious. I didn't own much other than bare essentials, and my clean set of Guild leathers were still drying from the wash. This was just another job - it really didn't matter what I was wearing, did it? I'm sure he would have specified if he wanted me to bring anything specific...
The Cistern filtered in and out with people as the hours passed by, yet still the Guildmaster did not make an appearance. I did a few odds and ends for Delvin, and while it all went well, it did nothing for the tight lump in my throat. The evening could not come any sooner.
The front door of Riftweald Manor was barred, as usual. I suppose he didn't need to bother opening it since I already know the way in. Still, that doesn't explain what he was doing for the past twenty four hours - there's barely anything in that house that could keep one busy for that long., and most of the furniture is topped with a fine layer of dust. I figured it best to let myself into Riftweald the usual way, and wait specifically where I saw him last. I was a little early, but finally the sun set over the horizon once more. I lit the torch sconce in the room in order to signal my presence. We would need it if there were documents and the like to look at, anyway.
Five, ten minutes went by in silence, other than my own nervous breathing. I leaned against his desk, which was now divested of whatever paperwork he was looking at last night. Being propped against a wall, I could see both doorways connecting the room from where I was. Regardless, I had little else to do than alternate sitting on my hands and biting down my fingernails, and the more time passed the less I looked up to appraise the sameness of my surroundings.
"Caught off guard, again."
I jolted upright with a start, straightening myself to attention. He was already within arms reach. When, and how, did he even come in? I had to do better than this. The Guildmaster shrugged off his hood, idly pulling his travelling cloak loose before draping it over a wall hook. Where did he go?
"Anyone else could have easily taken advantage of you." Taken advantage, how? And why? It's not like I keep anything valuable on me.
"Taken advantage, sir?" My eyes were drawn to his path as he paced around the room. Not a sound from the wooden floorboards. Not even from that one spot that creaked each and every time I stepped on it. He moved with such nonchalance that it was impossible to know what he was thinking, though he had an almost imperceptible swagger about him suggesting a recent success.
"The world is full of enemies. You need to know who to trust; who aren't just going to use you for their own ends." He glanced at me from across the room, scanning up and down in my direction.
"I... I'm not certain what you mean." I found myself turning away from his scrutiny, suddenly very interested in the pattern of the walls. It was much more difficult to watch him when he was looking back at me. "S-so, you had a job for me, Guildmaster?"
"Hm, yes. If you can do it, that is." He stalked closer, folding his arms in front of his chest; he was doubtful.
"I can do it." I didn't hesitate.
"Take off your clothes. All of them."
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*giggles into the stratosphere*