Lost and Found"Tell me again where we're going, lass?"
Mrrsizha chuckled. "I never told you in the first place, Brynjolf." He grunted irritably in response and she shot him a grin over her shoulder. "You'll see."
He exhaled softly, an exasperated not-quite-sigh, but didn't push, and for that Mrrsizha was grateful. She hadn't told Brynjolf their destination for a reason: she didn't think he'd be very happy about it.
The Khajiit's ears perked as they rounded the cliff and she stopped short, holding up a hand. Brynjolf made a questioning sound, stopping just behind her. "Lass?"
"The lantern." Mrrsizha didn't carry a lantern--she didn't need one, even in the blackest of nights--but Brynjolf did, lacking her feline night-vision. Oh, he could see well enough in the dark--any thief worth their salt could--but he preferred not to impair his vision in the wilds, if he could help it. It was all too easy for Skyrim's wildlife to sneak up on you in the dark.
He didn't answer her, but after a moment the light fr
The Girl with the Voice - Brynjolf VIIIt might have been awhile since you've been lovedThe Girl with the Voice - Brynjolf VII2 years ago in Drama More Like This
By one who really loves you
It might have been awhile since you could trust
That someone really cares
When people like us
Meant to go round in pairs
Summerbreeze is blowing through your window
Summerbreeze is blowing through your hair
Something in your eyes that took me by surprise
Don't tell me that it ain't there
~ "Summerbreeze", Emiliana Torrini
It was done.
Mercer was dead. The Eyes of the Falmor were in their possession. More importantly, the Skeleton Key was in their possession.
And they survived.
They stood just outside of Bronze Water Cave, under the pale light of a veiled moon. The breeze blew cool across the water, causing the three to shiver. Marieka had collapsed to the ground when she exited the cavern and remained there. Her injuries were significant enough to influence their decision to pause at the cove until they could determ
The Girl with the Voice - Brynjolf IXI must leave you tonight my loveThe Girl with the Voice - Brynjolf IX2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Remain so faithfully
I must go off to war my dear
The kings await me
I will go so far away
I will always love you
But you knew
'Save Me', The Tea Party (Martin, Chatwood, Burrows)
Brynjolf knew what she told him.
I will likely be gone for a long while. I have much business to attend to, but I will return. And I'll think of you in every waking moment and see you in my dreams
He remembered the look in her eyes the longing that she wanted to fulfill, but had to let stay. That look had been given more than a few times every time they were forced to part. He knew she wanted to stay. Gods, he'd have given everything for her to stay. Though she never could. She had her life, and as intertwined as it was becoming with his own, there were still some things she felt she needed to do on her own.
He tried desperately not to worry about her. He knew
The Girl with the Voice - Brynjolf XISee if I'm breathingThe Girl with the Voice - Brynjolf XI2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Because I'm not sure tonight if I'm alive
Words are demeaning they can't describe
Submerge within the light
Illuminate my night
And let your atmosphere surround me
Submerge within the light all night
'Til we become the sun
"Submerge: 'Til We Become the Sun", Maxwell (Musze)
"It's not that I don't want to go to Winterhold, Marieka. But isn't it a little close to the College?"
She smiled at him then; a smile of reassurance and uncertainty simultaneously. Though it served to make Brynjolf all but forget his concerns about the proximity to the College nonetheless.
"It is close to the College, love," she said. "But it isn't likely at all that Onmund would head into the city for anything. You'll be fine. Besides he doesn't even know who you are."
He looked down at her, taking a step closer and placing a hand at her cheek. "We'll go," he said. "And you're right. I've got nothing to worry about. In any case, I've sworn to protec
The Girl with the Voice - LydiaReturning to the barracks in Whiterun was the only thing on her mind. It had been an extremely long day in the Dragonsreach Dungeon. In fact, if there were a post she hated more than the dungeons, Lydia would be hard pressed to find it. She'd even heard that some of the city guard had been sent to the Western Watchtower to assist in slaying a dragon there early in the day.The Girl with the Voice - Lydia2 years ago in Drama More Like This
How would she ever make her mark in this city if she were stuck in the dungeons while dragons were flying about in need of killing?
It wasn't fair. Her talents were being wasted stifled in the guard. She was ready to go off on some adventure to prove herself worthy of something more. To be better than a simple guard a nameless sentinel of Whiterun.
She spun round towards the source of the shout. A fellow soldier stood there her point exactly. Who knew who this nameless dragon fodder was that stood before her?
"Do you address me?" she asked.
"I don't see anyone else
Broken Souls: Chapter 58Broken Souls: Chapter 582 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter Fifty Eight
The previous evening
" and as it reasonable for one man to master himself, in all things controlling his own nature, so should we expect that a mage is capable of controlling their own wilder impulses without the threat of violence. As every man is his own judge before the Maker, so should-"
Anders' hand stilled, staring at the words he had written before scowling and tearing the page from the journal. Another hour wasted, as he crumpled the paper in his fist and tossed it into the nearby camp fire; he bitterly turned to a blank page and waited for inspiration to strike, his quill hovering for what seemed like an inestimable amount of time before he made a derisive sound and tossed the journal on the ground behind him.
It does the cause no good to give up now.
The words were not voiced gently, and Anders ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "I'm not going to write rubbish just for the sake of writing. And you've hardly been