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HANG ON BRUH I GOT THIS
Date: 2013-07-17 05:24 am (UTC)Oh MAN this turned out a lot creepier than you wanted prolly. WHOOPS. WHOOPS.... whoops. Kinks: One-sided, (fantasized) sadism, ssssome reference to noncon??
Title: Break-in
He was not struck by her immediately, that would've been too cliche. Mercer was above that. He was a little curious about her, however. She was petite, nearly two heads below him. Her eyes were brown and her hair was brown and her skin was dark, reddish-black like the sands of Cyrodill at night.
She was not interesting, not truly so, until she got into a fight. Sapphire said something, stepped on her metaphorical toes and they exchanged harsh words. Sapphire shoved her and the newcomer turned her head skyward and shouted. Rafters shook and everyone stumbled, and stared. Her eyes darted around the room and she snarled, and left.
Brynjolf looked over at Mercer with wide eyes and began laughing. Leave it to him to pick up the dragonborn.
Mercer did not talk much to her. Mercer just watched. When she was idle during training she spun the twin daggers in her hands. She licked her lips before throwing one, then the other, in rapid succession. She sprinted to retrieve them in quick, long strides, and would leap back.
Mercer wanted to crush her.
The fire in her eyes filled him with disgust. She was everything the Thieves Guild NEEDED, everything he despised. It would be easy. She was a sound sleeper! If he slit her throat, the panic it would cause would be legendary.
But Mercer hesitated, and every time he did, he regretted. But he wanted to see where she was going with this. When would she go out in a blaze of glory? Would she get arrested? Would she get killed by an assassin, by a guard? He wanted to know. Wanted to see every bit of what she would do.
And so she climbed to the top, bit by bit, job by job. Intimidation, murder, nothing was below her. She gained friends, or maybe worshippers. They were afraid of her. Mercer was not. She was small and lithe, her voice grew reedy when frustrated, and sometimes when a job did not go her way she returned and threw a fit and yelled and kicked things until she had tears in her dark eyes that she could wipe away quickly.
Once he witnessed Brynjolf supporting her while her right leg limped. Someone slashed her leg while she was jumping away, but it could be easily healed. Brynjolf took her to her bed and wiped at her sweating face as it was bandaged, joked with her, laughed with her. Mercer just watched as a knot started to tie in his stomach.
Mercer wanted to be the one to see her weak, to see her in pain, to heal her wounds just to cause them again. Mercer wants to have her, to keep her.
Re: Break-in 2/2
Date: 2013-07-17 05:25 am (UTC)She comes back in the middle of the night, looks around, and collapses onto a makeshift pile of straw in the corner. Mercer wants to scream and shake her and yell at her for all the trouble shes caused.
Instead his hands tremble as he carries her to a proper bed and draws the covers over her. She sleeps so quietly and deeply, and he vaguely wakes Brynjolf to tell her she's back.
He watches over her, which he feels should be his job. Mercer wants to be where Brynjolf is, sleeping in a chair next to his beloved that he can hold without feeling the urge to break her in her bed.
Mercer feels like he's sick. Like there's something extremely wrong, and yet he keeps thinking, fantasizing in the hush of the night under his thin blankets and with his breath making steam in the frigid air of his mansion.
When he takes her to Snow Veil he wants to end it. End her. If he slashes her throat it'll be enough. Mercer will limp back broken, whisper a lie about her fate to his good friend, and he and Brynjolf will just be a duo again with a deep missing piece. They will float away from each other, and it will be easier to betray.
He fires the arrow and she falls and she gasps. He walks to her, and his words are empty, filled with cunning that isn't there. He kneels, and slowly, carefully, he runs a hand down her face, closes her eyes.
She is small and lithe and just looks like she's sleeping. Mercer is 2 heads taller and muscular and pale from his time in the darkness, and he feels like he's going to vomit.
But it's done. She's already cold. She's gone. He wants to carry her back and break down to tears to Brynjolf, but it's too suspicious. She died saving him from a swarm of undead, and he fled like a coward and she held them off. That is what she is left with, a lie of an obituary and snow gently falling from the cracks in the ceiling onto her lips.
Re: Break-in 2/2
Date: 2013-07-17 11:38 am (UTC)also that DB looks and sounds exactly like me/my DB holy crapsicles >.>Re: Break-in 2/2
Date: 2013-07-19 06:28 am (UTC)Re: Break-in 2/2
Date: 2013-07-19 10:30 am (UTC)Re: Break-in 2/2
Date: 2013-07-19 03:22 pm (UTC)Re: Break-in 2/2
Date: 2013-08-05 08:01 pm (UTC)