“Bryn, I love you and all but I was hoping for a much faster and efficient way of getting to him. That plan is probably going to take months, maybe years!”
“Oh, I got one but I don’t think you want to hear it.” His eyes hardened at her insult to his elaborative and in fact efficient plan.
“Try me.” She challenged him, so he bent forward to whisper in her ear.
“Tell him you’re the Dragonborn and that you want to speak with him. That sure would get him to talk, and quick.” He straightened his torso to stare back at her. His smugness irritated her a little but he was right.
“I can’t reveal to anyone who I am and you know perfectly well why, you idiot.” Thales whispered back, a frown adorning her features.
“Hey, I’m just the plan maker. Those are the two that I can come up with that will get him to either trust you or fear you. You could try and sneak into his bedroom when he’s inside the palace, that sure would work on getting you close to him, don’t know about the telling part.”
Shaking her head, Thales crossed her arms across her bosom and stared into the water pensively. There had to be an easy way, right? It was just a question after all. It’s not like the redhead thinks life is easy; one thing she has clear on her mind is that there isn’t any easy way but this is about her father and she had hoped—
“Do you know anyone that’s close to him? Surely you do with the whole Dragonborn dilemma and all that.” Brynjolf stared at her as her mind worked around all the people she’s got to meet in Skyrim ever since getting here. And he was right, there was someone.
“Yes, his name is Ralof, but by now he’s probably back in the army with the rest of his men. Ugh, I guess I’ll have to go to Windhelm and see which plan works best.” Wrinkling her nose in distaste, Thales stood up along with the Nord and groaned. “The worst part is that I can’t just go and join the freaking army, I have to protect Skyrim from the dragon attacks.”
“You could, you’ll just have to hope dragons don’t attack during a mission with the army.”
“And we both know how convenient it is for them to attack when I’m busy…”
Both stood facing each other, without saying anything else. It was comfortable silence, the kind of comfort that is born from deep trust, one Thales has never experienced before Brynjolf.
“I wish you could come with me,” the Imperial looked up at the older man’s face and gave him a sad smile, “but I know you have to stay here and take care of business.”
The Nord smiled back and engulfed her in a tight hug, something they don’t do quite often but is warmly welcomed when it happens.
“Lass, you’ll be fine on your own. Besides, you can run back here anytime you need more hugs.” He let Thales go and the Imperial decided to get things ready for her trip to Windhelm.
Thales needs to get it together and remember that her whole life has been her and her shadow. Going off into this ‘mission’ all alone is nothing new nor something she isn’t more than used to. Yet, lately she’s had Serana by her side and Brynjolf as well, accompanying her on adventures and having someone to worry about and care for.
It wasn’t a crime to become fond of friendship, of trust. Lately she wishes it were.
~
All of you lovely reviewers are awesome, amazing, stupendous, etc etc etc! You make me so happy! I feel SO bad for leaving this story that whole time! I actually had ch4 already done but I guess I forgot to put it here (which is not surprising since I write fanfiction like I change underwear XD)
Thank you! I hope you keep enjoying the story. We're almost about to get to the good parts! ;)
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THALES ~ 5b
Date: 2013-11-14 07:34 pm (UTC)“Oh, I got one but I don’t think you want to hear it.” His eyes hardened at her insult to his elaborative and in fact efficient plan.
“Try me.” She challenged him, so he bent forward to whisper in her ear.
“Tell him you’re the Dragonborn and that you want to speak with him. That sure would get him to talk, and quick.” He straightened his torso to stare back at her. His smugness irritated her a little but he was right.
“I can’t reveal to anyone who I am and you know perfectly well why, you idiot.” Thales whispered back, a frown adorning her features.
“Hey, I’m just the plan maker. Those are the two that I can come up with that will get him to either trust you or fear you. You could try and sneak into his bedroom when he’s inside the palace, that sure would work on getting you close to him, don’t know about the telling part.”
Shaking her head, Thales crossed her arms across her bosom and stared into the water pensively. There had to be an easy way, right? It was just a question after all. It’s not like the redhead thinks life is easy; one thing she has clear on her mind is that there isn’t any easy way but this is about her father and she had hoped—
“Do you know anyone that’s close to him? Surely you do with the whole Dragonborn dilemma and all that.” Brynjolf stared at her as her mind worked around all the people she’s got to meet in Skyrim ever since getting here. And he was right, there was someone.
“Yes, his name is Ralof, but by now he’s probably back in the army with the rest of his men. Ugh, I guess I’ll have to go to Windhelm and see which plan works best.” Wrinkling her nose in distaste, Thales stood up along with the Nord and groaned. “The worst part is that I can’t just go and join the freaking army, I have to protect Skyrim from the dragon attacks.”
“You could, you’ll just have to hope dragons don’t attack during a mission with the army.”
“And we both know how convenient it is for them to attack when I’m busy…”
Both stood facing each other, without saying anything else. It was comfortable silence, the kind of comfort that is born from deep trust, one Thales has never experienced before Brynjolf.
“I wish you could come with me,” the Imperial looked up at the older man’s face and gave him a sad smile, “but I know you have to stay here and take care of business.”
The Nord smiled back and engulfed her in a tight hug, something they don’t do quite often but is warmly welcomed when it happens.
“Lass, you’ll be fine on your own. Besides, you can run back here anytime you need more hugs.” He let Thales go and the Imperial decided to get things ready for her trip to Windhelm.
Thales needs to get it together and remember that her whole life has been her and her shadow. Going off into this ‘mission’ all alone is nothing new nor something she isn’t more than used to. Yet, lately she’s had Serana by her side and Brynjolf as well, accompanying her on adventures and having someone to worry about and care for.
It wasn’t a crime to become fond of friendship, of trust. Lately she wishes it were.
~
All of you lovely reviewers are awesome, amazing, stupendous, etc etc etc! You make me so happy! I feel SO bad for leaving this story that whole time! I actually had ch4 already done but I guess I forgot to put it here (which is not surprising since I write fanfiction like I change underwear XD)
Thank you! I hope you keep enjoying the story. We're almost about to get to the good parts! ;)