Otherwise titled: "Yeah OK I have no idea what to call this"
Xethian and Brynjolf. NOT A LOVEY-DOVEY PICTURE GUYS. Brynjolf's somewhat aloof nature and the inability to marry him have dug deep into my headcanon, and made this an unrequited love. Yep. Xethian is just going to be forever alone because once you go 'lass' you can never go back. :I
Anyway. I liked the sketch for this better than the coloured version so the sketch is over in my scraps folder. Backgrounds just ruin things but I couldn't leave it white. Also: There are ZERO decent references for Brynjolf's face in profile.
Another "so this really happened" comic. I was wandering lost in Blackreach trying to complete a quest, when I stopped and happened to notice an...interesting...rock right next to me. And immediately sniggered like a twelve-year-old boy and pointed it out to ~CountessofTheGhastly.
And that led to a discussion of Fadali noticing the exact same thing when she and Mrr are on this quest. And we decided Brynjolf should be with them because he's fun to have around Fadali, since he mostly does a lot of facepalming. Not that he dislikes Fadali or can't appreciate a dirty sense of humor...but it's Fadali. Basically everything she says to him and most people, in fact is a sexual innuendo, and she keeps trying to get him naked. It's kind of tiring after a while.
And anyway they needed a third person since Mrr is pretty used to Fadali and mostly ignores things like this, and Brynjolf was the obvious choice. :T
As you can see, adventuring is very serious for them.
Jesus Christ these kids wear so much black it's like GothCon 2012 in here
I'll tell you why you do this to yourself, Bryn: it has a lot to do with that fuzzy thing next to you.
Other adventures in Skyrim! So this happened. -- [link] Random Spawning -- [link] You'd think he'd be cold. -- [link]
Just doodling before I go out to the geek quiz tonight. I haven't drawn Brynjolf before which sorely needed fixing, though I think I made him a bit too young-looking here. I'll remedy that the next time I draw him. Bit rusty from my long absence, but I'm getting he hang of things again. I like how his forehead turned out, but that's about it.
I don't like this tavern, she thought, very clearly.
And she didn't. But it was the only one she didn't have to travel for at least two days to get to. She sighed heavily. She missed the Ragged Flagon. It hadn't exactly been a top-of-the-line place, but she'd gotten used to it, and in any case you could easily get drunk enough to forget it was sub-par if you wanted. Of course, it wasn't really safe to get drunk in the Ragged Flagon, unless you were part of the Guild...and even then, she wasn't certain...
The Dunmer cursed softly under her breath, for no particular reason.
She hadn't been back to the Flagon--to Riften--since she'd heard about...about Mrrsizha. It had been...forever, it felt like, but she was sure it wasn't really that long at all. But it had been long enough for her to accept what had happened.
Or maybe "accept" wasn't the right word. She still wondered, now and then, if she had been wrong, if she could have just looked a little harder and maybe found something, if Mrrsizha was still alive somehow...
No. Fadali sighed heavily. If Mrrsizha was alive, she would have come back. Or contacted her, at least. Or...or something. Right? She'd had enough time. More than enough time.
She glared at her tankard, and thought unhappily that she wasn't drunk enough to be thinking about Mrrsizha. She sighed again, hanging her head a little and closing her eyes. She felt very tired, and she wasn't really certain why.
She thought about ignoring her name, but raised her head after a moment, prepared to tell whoever it was to piss off. When she turned and saw who had spoken, though, she only blinked in surprise, uncertain what to say.
Brynjolf sat down next to her, quiet and frowning gently. He had a very pale yellow discoloration on his jaw, she noticed; the remains of the bruise she'd given him last they'd spoken, probably. For a moment, she was morbidly pleased with herself that it had lasted as long as it did.
"Brynjolf." Her voice was low and quiet and dull.
"You don't look so good."
"Neither do you."
Brynjolf raised a hand, his fingers brushing the bruise self-consciously, and he smiled a little for a moment. Just a moment. Then, he sighed.
"I'm sorry about Mrrsizha."
"Yeah." Fadali took a drink. "Me too."
They were silent for a moment. Fadali thought the silence should probably feel awkward, but she couldn't really bring herself to care about it. Finally, Brynjolf cleared his throat softly and said, "We just wanted you to know, if you ever want to come back...no hard feelings. Alright?"
Fadali considered snapping at him, but decided against it. She missed the Flagon, and she had precious few friends anyway. Fewer, now. She couldn't afford to alienate more of them, and it wasn't worth the small pleasure she'd get out of snapping at him.
"...thanks, Bryn." She sighed softly. "Maybe I will."
But in the back of her mind, she couldn't bear the thought of going back, no matter how much she missed it and the people there. It wouldn't be the same, without Mrrsizha.
He just nodded, then stood, his business here evidently concluded. He did pause to take hold of her shoulder, though, squeezing it gently.
"I am sorry." His voice was very quiet. "For what it's worth, you were right. I was supposed to keep her safe." He paused, as if he wasn't certain what else to say but wasn't sure he'd said everything he should. Finally, he just sighed heavily. "I don't think we even know what we lost."
Fadali didn't answer, and was trying to figure out what he meant by that and if she took offense to it on Mrrsizha's behalf; before she could decide, he let go of her shoulder and she heard him turn to leave.
"Bryn?" She didn't turn.
He stopped. "Aye?"
"Sorry about punching you."
He didn't answer immediately, but Fadali could imagine his soft, almost-humorless smile. "Don't worry about it, lass. I've survived worse."
This time when he left, Fadali didn't stop him.
More of Fadali Being Emo About Mrr. (I need a better title for this. Or a less wordy one, anyway.)
I actually wrote this one second in the series and filled in what is actually part two later, because I'm clever like that. Look, Fadali does wear things besides her Dark Brotherhood armor! Which is to say, I was tired of drawing it, and she DOES have other clothing. The perceptive amongst you may have noticed that she's also wearing earrings for the first time ever...partly because we just now decided she has her ears pierced, but she just doesn't wear earrings often. The ones in this picture, in fact, are the ones she gave Mrrsizha, and periodically I remember to draw them when I draw Mrr.