"Is there trouble?!" Cicero immediately faulted to paranoia, wondering if he had sensed a threat coming with his keen elven hearing. His excitement momentarily waning, he moves to get up, only to be stopped abruptly.
"Wait. No, no... no, no, I didn't mean... I just-!" it was the Listener who now seemed the crazed one, his black eyes darting back and forth as accusing voices assaulted his mind, numbed his lips and leaded his feet.
"..ernk...Listener?" Cicero cocked an eyebrow, seeing the elf stumble back into the darkness, his shirt half opened and belt undone.
Anger. that's what he felt next, angry at the voices telling him he'd fucked up again. Angry for what's happening right now, for himself and his family, but most of all...
Most of all, angry at Cicero. The unstable elf glared daggers as he poured his short temper out onto him.
"Should I get the holy water?" Cicero tried to joke, his brow furrowing seeing the elf's fists clench and unclench as he stared at him. His face was hawklike, angular and caught firelight in such an imposing way it made Cicero shiver in discomfort.
"Shut up, gods DAMN YOU!" He roared, "SHUT UP!" he cries, again and twice more until his voice cracks. Cicero scuttles back on his rear away from him, his look of shock was so intense it was almost, sigh, comical. Chac found it funny, somewhere in the whirlwind of his mind. Chac leaned over and grabbed an empty wine bottle, lobbing it towards Cicero and blatantly missing, the glass shattering and ringing in both of their ears.
Cicero gulped once it was freakishly silent. He was very scared, blood seeped from a tiny cut against his collar.
Chac uttered something in between a curse and a plea, and darted out of sight into the dark, not yet realizing what he'd done.
Cicero sat there, motionless for what feels like seconds to him. But there he sat for hours, shivering with his armor undone and having little will to put it back on. The Fool of hearts inside him begged him to believe it was all just a big prank, that the sweet listener would come back and hug him and say it was all alright, that he wasn't really doing this to him.
That he wasn't mad at poor, poor Cicero.
~~~~ PS:Chac isn’t entirely good. The experiences he faced since coming to Skyrim have damaged his mind, and he’s quick to anger and to abuse his amazing power. He’s also a half-on-half-off the wagon alcoholic and Skooma addict because it helps him deal with stress. And the way Cicero treats him like his master has gotten to his head in the past… But forgive him. He’s a very troubled elf.
Tags: Slash, M!DB/Cicero, Hurt and Comfort, Angst, Handjobs, cocktease, friendship
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Re: Varuo- M!DB/Cicero 5/5
Date: 2014-03-18 03:19 am (UTC)"Wait. No, no... no, no, I didn't mean... I just-!" it was the Listener who now seemed the crazed one, his black eyes darting back and forth as accusing voices assaulted his mind, numbed his lips and leaded his feet.
"..ernk...Listener?" Cicero cocked an eyebrow, seeing the elf stumble back into the darkness, his shirt half opened and belt undone.
Anger. that's what he felt next, angry at the voices telling him he'd fucked up again. Angry for what's happening right now, for himself and his family, but most of all...
Most of all, angry at Cicero. The unstable elf glared daggers as he poured his short temper out onto him.
"Should I get the holy water?" Cicero tried to joke, his brow furrowing seeing the elf's fists clench and unclench as he stared at him. His face was hawklike, angular and caught firelight in such an imposing way it made Cicero shiver in discomfort.
"Shut up, gods DAMN YOU!" He roared, "SHUT UP!" he cries, again and twice more until his voice cracks. Cicero scuttles back on his rear away from him, his look of shock was so intense it was almost, sigh, comical. Chac found it funny, somewhere in the whirlwind of his mind. Chac leaned over and grabbed an empty wine bottle, lobbing it towards Cicero and blatantly missing, the glass shattering and ringing in both of their ears.
Cicero gulped once it was freakishly silent. He was very scared, blood seeped from a tiny cut against his collar.
Chac uttered something in between a curse and a plea, and darted out of sight into the dark, not yet realizing what he'd done.
Cicero sat there, motionless for what feels like seconds to him. But there he sat for hours, shivering with his armor undone and having little will to put it back on. The Fool of hearts inside him begged him to believe it was all just a big prank, that the sweet listener would come back and hug him and say it was all alright, that he wasn't really doing this to him.
That he wasn't mad at poor, poor Cicero.
~~~~
PS:Chac isn’t entirely good. The experiences he faced since coming to Skyrim have damaged his mind, and he’s quick to anger and to abuse his amazing power. He’s also a half-on-half-off the wagon alcoholic and Skooma addict because it helps him deal with stress. And the way Cicero treats him like his master has gotten to his head in the past… But forgive him. He’s a very troubled elf.
Tags: Slash, M!DB/Cicero, Hurt and Comfort, Angst, Handjobs, cocktease, friendship