Cicero's Story Chapter 1One downside to living in a cave with a waterfall was the incessant dampness. It crept up the walls, dripped from the ceiling, and clung to every surface it came in contact with. All wood became heavy with the wet, and although the plant life that infested the main corridor of the Dark Brotherhood thrived, the air often carried a damp that could sometimes stick to the lungs and cause a cough in the colder seasons. But all members who had lived here for years had learned to deal with it- doors were kept closed; rooms had many fires lit to stave off the chill wet. Over time, the sound of the falling water became a comfort to the brotherhood- the sound of home, safety. And when the crazy Jester and his casket first arrived, it was decided by the brothers and sisters that the Mother aught to be 'unpacked' in the main room, where all could easily see her and pay respects if they so wished. Not one even once considered the consequences.Cicero's Story Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For the first few days, the brothers and sisters of the
Cicero's Story Chapter Two 'Beginning' The author sighed heavily, idly stretching out their shoulders before dipping the pen back into the inkwell, and drawing the candle a little closer to the parchment upon which what was to become a rather unusual story was being written. Beside the figure, organized neatly one upon the other, were four journals. Scattered around them, scraps of notes, notations, and precious information gleaned from the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim, who had been fairly accommodating in providing it. Stacked on the floor, journals and unholy books saved from the ruins of the destroyed sanctuaries across Tamriel. And the author, determined to get down once and for all the complete history of the Fool of Hearts, bent back over the parchment, and began to write.Cicero's Story Chapter Two 'Beginning'3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There only ever was one way of being recruited into the Dark Brotherhood. It was relatively simple, of course to gain recruits in such a manner- for as long as two beings existed side by side, someone wanted someone else dead.
Laughter Incarnate 2.0Laughter IncarnateLaughter Incarnate 2.02 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Based on The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
The Jester lies dead. My final contract has been completed. Oh, how he laughed and laughed, until he didn't.
The Dread Lord will be pleased, I'm sure, with a jester fit for a king. Maybe I could have spared him, sent him away. Far away where no one could find him.
He was an interesting fellow, and very funny, perhaps too funny. I feel regret, an emotion I haven't given the time of day in over ten years.
With a quill between his fingers and his nerves in an uproar, Cicero shakily wrote in his leather-bound journal. His free hand clutched a violet handkerchief that he idly rubbed between his fingers.
But did I save his soul? No prayer for this one, no, no. The Listener is gone. What does it mean when our Matron does not sanctify the contract? Does the soul still make it to Sithis?
The young man sighed and then remembered the cloth was stained in blood. He let it go and occupied his palm with his chin, s
Curious FoolNight had fallen not an hour before and the mist had settled in, hanging just above the ground, creating an eerie atmosphere on the forest floor. Trees towered high above me, set so close that I felt slightly claustrophobic. The moonlight barely filtered through the thick branches, the only light source being the small campfire crackling softly, the flames licking hungrily at the stones piled up to prevent it from spreading. I sighed, my breath producing a white cloud in the cold air. For what seemed like the hundredth time that night, I shifted in my seat, unable to remain still for long. He stared across at me, the firelight dancing in his maddened eyes. His gaze made me uneasy, for I was unsure of what was going on in his mind; could he possibly be running over the various ways he would slit my throat? Or were his thoughts dwelling on sweetrolls and carrots, as he had often expressed?Curious Fool3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A small whimper escaped his lips, bringing me back to the present. My gaze fell on his injured hand
Keep AwayIt was a lonely night on the ledge. Dark. Silent. Cicero brought his eyes up from the ground to the sky, the stars speckled along the abyss, he smiled a little. The dark expanse of the sky reminded him of the Void he read so much about, perhaps he could see the Night Mother in the sky. It was certainly dark enough to be the Void... and the moon, the moon was missing from sight. Furrowing his brow, Cicero looked once again down to town. So many people waiting to be stabbed for the wrongs they had done.. so much blood waiting to be spilled... His heart went aflutter at the thought of murdering all the people in town.Keep Away3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Cicero?" A tiny voice startled Cicero from his thoughts and caused him to look back at the door he thought no one else knew existed. "What are you doing out here all alone?"
His eyes lay upon the one person who understood him. The Listener. His Listener. A tiny Dunmer who was dragged into the Dark Brotherhood when she confusedly helped a young boy exact his revenge o
Cicero's ListenerThe Dread Father would laugh and dance with him before loyal Cicero would let that sly, honey-worded thief take his Listener away from him.Cicero's Listener3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had honestly liked him at first meeting. Sweet Listener had taken him to Riften, the home of cutthroats and thieves. She had mentioned that the reason behind their visit was a mix of business in pleasure. Listener was the Guildmaster to the thieves, so Cicero understood that she had to talk to Byrnjolf. He ran things while she was gone. Humble, loyal Cicero knew that he was Dark Brotherhood, and not Thieves Guild, so he agreed to leave the two alone to talk Thieves Guild business. Cicero was even agreeable to the fact that Byrnjolf and Listener were friends and had to catch up when it came to their personal lives.
But they weren't lovers.
So Cicero didn't know why it was so necessary for Byrnjolf to silently demand that he be closer to her. At dinner, he sat next to her in Listener's little Honeyside home. Cicero sat across them from, giving sil
A Little AssassinReyna shifted closer to her husband. His response was a tighter hold on her, deep even breathing telling her that he was asleep.A Little Assassin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She wasn't though. She was wide awake.
The Listener wasn't really sure why she was so awake. Maybe it was her depression. These past two weeks did not exactly work the way she had originally planned.
It was her biggest chance to encourage Cicero to think about children. The set-up was perfect.
Babette was on contract in Winterhold with the new member to assure he wouldn't screw up. Nazir and his lover had left for Riften nearly two weeks ago to be married. Nazir had performed the contract to kill Yasmin's abusive husband. Since then, the female Redguard became smitten with him, soon becoming an assassin herself. Within three years, they had their now five month old girl, Annika. She was an adorable, slightly chubby bundle of black hair, dark skin and eyes that was such a dark brown, they appeared black. The two had been put off getting married when they found
An Intruder. "Please... Please, don't..." The victim moaned. A bleeding wound leaving her weak and defenseless. Athena grinned wickedly, sharp teeth gleaming in the dimly lit inn. "Oh, but I must. This is my job, and I love it." Athena thrust the knife into the victims heart, hearing her yelp one last time, then die. Wiping her blade on the victims clothes, she left the Dead Man's Drink inn, waving at the inn keeper like nothing had happened at all. Falkreath's beautiful scenery and blazing heat greeted her, making Athena feel even more tired. The exhausting contract given to her by the Dark Brotherhood left Athena giddy for her soft, warm, bed. There was so many contracts, but so little time to dwell upon her pleasures. Upon reaching the sanctuary door, Athena rushed past Astrid with a quick 'Hello' and practically ran to the spot Veezara usually sat at. To her surprise and disappointment, Veezara was missing. Babette, the un-child, had noticed her wanderings eyes as sheAn Intruder.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Cicero DialogueCicero DialogueCicero Dialogue3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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"Ah, but there has not been a Listener in years and years. Our lady has not chosen Cicero... and certainly not Astrid. Or anyone. But someday..."
"Ah! It doesn't matter, what's done is done, right? Cicero is here, as is the Night Mother. Joy of joys!"
"Ahh, another member of the family, hello, hello! So very good to meet you!"
"Alright! So Cicero attacked that harlot Astrid! But what's a fool to do when his mother is slandered and mocked? Surely the Listener understands!"
"And another soul for Sithis."
"And he says to the man, 'That's not a horker, that's my wife!' Hahhahhahahha, ah, I love that one."
"And I said to the baker, 'You're not dead, you're a faker. But if that's your wish, I'll oblige.'"
"And if I spy a singing bird, I'll snap its neck before it's heard."
"And killed them in his honor."
"And now we come to the end of our play! The grand... finale!"
"And there IS NO LISTENER!"
"And what do you do, hmm?! Nothing! Not... not that I
Cicero's Story Drabbles 1A small collection of red mountain flowers rested gently on a scrap of canvas bags, placed delicately so that not a single petal was allowed to crease or bend underneath the weight of the other flowers. Their colour was rendered near black in the dimness of midnight, where only the moon and stars bought light to the world- and though that light was sufficient enough to see by, it was not such that could allow a person to easily spot flaws in the local flora. Still, the small bouquet had an army of ripped and torn flowers surrounding it- those that simply had not met the satisfactions of the one ripping them from the ground, depriving them of their life support, leaving them crushed and wilting in the night.Cicero's Story Drabbles 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Pretty flowers," The picker murmured softly, along with many nonsensical mutterings, into the night as he worked, comforting himself with gentle, crooning words that seemed to make the very flowers themselves shiver and take advantage of the breeze to lean away from his killing tou
Cicero's story chapter 3.5 A Short InterludeThe fire in the hearth flickered desperately, as if it were trying to gain the attentions of the occupants of the house to beg for the nourishment of wood to sustain its short lifespan for a few hours more. A small but calloused hand grasped at a stick and poked deeply into the coals, disturbing them somewhat.Cicero's story chapter 3.5 A Short Interlude2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Pea? what are you doing over there?" Ladia walked softly down the steps from the upper part of their modest but comfortable home, garbed in a clean yet drab cotton night gown and hair neatly braided behind her head. It was well past high-moon, late into the evening. Her child should have been many hours in bed by this point.
"I was wondering..." the boy murmured, jabbing into the depths of the wilting flame once more. "Is it murder if you watch something die? if you know you could save it but you choose not to? or is it it not?" He looked around at her, and although his face was half cast in shadow, his mother could still see he had circles under his eyes from poor sleep.
You Jump I JumpYou Jump I Jump3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's not the clattering footsteps that disturb Dean's gazing at the starry night sky. It's the sobs.
Dean sits up sharply, the trailing end of his cigarette still smoking softly, his ears straining to listen over the roar of the engines and midnight air for weeping.
There it is again.
Dean frowns, listening to the fresh cries in concern; it was an odd sound to be snapped out of a reverie to, but it wasn't just the sobbing it was that the sobs were distinctly male.
Castiel had rushed out of the dinner party, feeling stifled and oppressed by the heady scent of Meg's perfume, a reminder of how utterly entrapped he was. Castiel was a firm believer in love, life, and beauty, but at this moment, he couldn't feel more unloved or ugly. The band on his finger was a firm reminder of his dutyhis duty to protect his mother, to protect his name, and to save whatever dignity their family had left. Megan Masters, the daughter of the richest steel tycoon in America and heir to a for
What if... The sun shone down on the Thunderclan camp, and Bluefur watched as Mosskit, Mistykit and Stonekit tumbled over Thrushpelt, laughing.What if...2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Get out of our territory, Shadowclan flea-pelt!” Stonekit squeaked, charging at Thrushpelt. He battered the tom’s ear with his tiny paws.
“You should never have come here!” Mistykit cried, standing atop the tom.
“Yeah! Because we’re the greatest Thunderclan warriors ever!” Mosskit boasted, climbing up and standing next to her sister.
“Oh yeah?” He grinned and heaved upward.
With squeaks of surprise and delight, Mistykit and Mosskit tumbled from his back. They recovered quickly and tackled his paws. Thrushpelt growled playfully.
Bluefur smiled and laughed.
“Looks like your kits are doing well.” Fe
Death and Madness: PrologueDeath and Madness: Prologue1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Games > Elder Scroll Series > Skyrim
Location and Time: Skyrim post Helgen 201 4E
Main Pairing: Cicero / Dragonborn - Listener
I do hope this letter finds all of you well. I fear my others may not have reached you since there has yet been a reply.
Mother and I miss you along with our remaining brothers and sisters terribly. As you may know things have been rather difficult over the last dozen or so years. After waiting with no luck for our brother Garnag’s return, we had no choice but to leave Cyrodiil behind. As mentioned in my message from last Sun's Dusk, we have booked safe passage by boat. I am happy to report we now reside in Skyrim.
You do remember the last time we saw one another, don’t you? Our brief time in Bravil and the bit of trouble you made and I smoothed over? Sister, I do loath to press the favor but we are in great need of help now. All I ask is simple
You've Gone Far EnoughHow many times have you tried, just to put me down,You've Gone Far Enough3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The last time I remember, I was underground.
And even then I rose up, just to challenge the greats.
You might be thinking that your wins are all a part of your fate;
But it's not!
You're a little puppet in the game,
And when you try to take me out, you'll be feeling the strain!
I will be breathing down your neck and it's offense;
No nonsense. I am the Word of Chen, execution commence!
And now you're feeling the pressure, I'll make you suffer;
Your words try to cut me, but you're bleeding your brother!
You don't recognize that I'm the one who paved your way;
And now you're crying, sweating bullets, while you kneel and pray-
I don't find you. You're scared! Your soul is bared,
The only thing that makes us different is the fact that I cared!
But it don't matter now boy! You can laugh and smile,
Because the only thing left is to burn you in a Word of Chen style.
- Chennie, 21st October 2014
Late Night Texts 6D: I can hear you laughing from my room. Shut up.Late Night Texts 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: Any fear you once instilled in me is gone. Just like your man card.
D: No one touches my man card.
S: You did this to yourself. I can't believe you cried.
D: It was a heart-breaking movie!
S: It was Phineas and Ferb!
S: I didn't even know you watched Disney Channel!
D: Have a heart, Sam! They were going to lose their platypus!
D: I can still hear you laughing.
S: Well I'm not going to stop anytime soon. Why were you watching Disney Channel, anyway?
D: Because Cas wanted to.
S: you two were cuddling on the couch, weren't you?
S: Other people sit on that couch.
D: Then it's a good thing you didn't see what we were doing earlier.
S: You didn't.
S: Tell me you didn't.
S: Dean, did you and Cas have sex on the couch?
S: You two had sex on the couch AND THEN WATCHED PHINEAS AND FERB?!?!
D: You sound more disturbed about the last part.
S: It's a kid's show, Dean. Not a show for two men who just fucked on a couch th
the aftermaththe temple of her body was torn open tonight,the aftermath2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
desecrated and lit on fire. i swear, gods have burned
and felt less pain than i do as i write these words down,
because she’s crying in my bathroom right now and i have
to go and convince her that the handful of feathers
i have left in my palms could ever equal the wings he snipped
off of her tonight. she will never fly again. she will never
believe so wholly in herself again. her body is no longer
a temple, her body is a landmine, an open wound, a thousand
foot drop off of a bridge, a stranger to her. she will never
again be able to trust her body, to know her body.
this is not the first poem i’ve written about rape. but this is
the first poem i’ve written about rape when my hands
are shaking and i have a twenty second phone call still ringing
in my ears. it’s not about statistics anymore. i cannot
distance myself from the cold, hard facts by using pretty
metaphors about dissolving and beginning anymore
because a gi
Late Night Texts 20D: Do you think we could gank Michael Myers?Late Night Texts 203 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
D: Do you think that, if for some fucked up reason, we were ever to encounter Michael Myers, we could gank him?
S: Why the hell would you want to know that?
D: Me and Cas were watching Halloween earlier today, and he got freaked out and left, and now I'm freaked.
S: Wait. Cas freaked? Cas? As in, Castiel? Castiel who can destroy towns by snapping? That Castiel?
D: That's the only Cas I know. I don't know about your sorry, people-friendly ass.
S: What's wrong with being people friendly?!
D: That's not important Sam!
S: I think it is!
D: It's not!
S: If that's not important, what is?!
D: DO YOU FUCKING THINK WE COULD FUCKING GANK FUCKING MICHAEL FUCKING MYERS?!
S: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!
S: Geez, Dean, put on your big boy undies and grow the fuck up.
S: What's your fucking problem?
D: Other than the fact that my boyfriend is terrified of a movie character, and that movie character is staring at me right now, not a damn thing
Late Night Texts 8D: FOR SPARTA!Late Night Texts 83 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: You have no idea what actually happened in that battle, do you?
D: Other than some manly ass kicking, no. I have no idea.
S: I'd explain, but you'd just ignore me, so there's no point.
D: I want to watch another movie.
S: Why? So you can cry over a platypus again?
D: You're a heartless bastard for not tearing up, you know that?
S: It was a cartoon, Dean.
D: So was that movie about those stupid lions. You cried like a little bitch when that old lion died.
S: It was sad, Dean! He lost his father!
D: It should have made him manlier. Like me.
S: You have no room to be talking, you cried in that other lion movie!
D: Which one?!
S: The one where that lion died protecting the little boy.
D: That was sad, Sammy!
S: Yeah, sure.
D: Yeah, well you cried in Captain America when he didn't get to dance with that chick.
S: And you cried in Lilo and Stitch when they were going to take away Stitch.
D: You cried when they shot Old Yeller.
S: You cried in the Blind Side.
D: You cried wh
A New Friend, and A New GoalSamA New Friend, and A New Goal3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We just killed someone." Astrid said quietly, staring at the crater. She bent down and took a closer look at the robes and staff.
"I don't really think it was someone, more like something" I said, limping over to her side.
"I don't even " She started.
A pain suddenly seized up in my chest. I clutched my ribs in pain, a groan escaping my lips. Astrid steadied me, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"You okay?" She asked.
"If you say being hit by a powerful magic force four times in the stomach is okay, then yes," I said. I gave her a weak smile.
Sapphire snaked her neck around me and stiffed at my chest.
"May I? " She asked softly. I nodded slowly and lifted my shirt. An ugly black bruise plagued my chest. I grimaced at the sight. Sapphire lay down and placed her snout to my forehead, closing her eyes. Within minutes I began to feel better.
"There, is that any better?" Sapphire asked. I watched in amazement as the scratches and bruises all over my bod
Late Night Texts 9D: Cas brought me a new Amulet.Late Night Texts 93 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: Gabe brought me Snickers.
D: Cas bought me a collection of Westerns.
S: Gabe bought me an iPod.
D: Cas brought me a bottle of Jack.
S: So your boyfriend fuels your alcoholism? Mine doesn't.
D: Alcoholism?! HA! Real men don't become alcoholics!
D: And what does your boyfriend do? Other than getting killed by Lucifer, I mean.
S: He beats the shit out of your boyfriend, that's what.
D: Your boyfriend didn't beat the shit out of my boyfriend, he completely took him by surprise and had someone else do his dirty work.
S: Oh, and I suppose your boyfriend is better?
D: Yeah that's what I've been trying to tell you this whole time.
S: My boyfriend didn't get killed in the alternate universe.
D: You fucking exploded my boyfriend, but he came back.
S: That wasn't me, Dean!
D: Yeah, it was the same guy who exploded your boyfriend. Who didn't come back the same day.
S: You are a cold hearted bastard.
D: With a better boyfriend than you.
Late Night Texts 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 243 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: I'm tied up, and I won't be able to make it down for a few days.
G: So send me a picture.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: Cute, kid. Real cute.
S: I'm sensing sarcasm.
G: We both know I didn't mean a picture of Bobby.
S: Well you didn't specify.
G: All right, fine. Sam, it would please me very much if you were to send me a picture of yourself.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: If you EVER want to sleep with me again, you'll send me a picture of you shirtless.
StorytimeSamStorytime3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We broke through the foliage, finally safe. Astrid dumped all the firewood in the middle of the camp while I gently settled Luna down against a log.
"What's going on?" She said dreamily.
"Yeah I kinda have a lot of explaining to do," I said, scratching the back of my head and looking away. "Just sit tight and get some rest,"
I rushed over to Kiiro's side, who was still healing Sapphire.
"Are you okay?" I asked Sapphire. She shifted to face me, a warm smile breaking out across her face.
"Better," She sighed.
"Nearly done," Kiiro said, still deep in concentration. Astrid came up to my side, poking my shoulder, before pointing over to Luna.
"Who's that?" Sapphire said quietly, looking over to Luna, who was sprawled on the floor, half asleep.
"A friend," I said. Sapphire and Kiiro both shot me stern looks. "It's okay, it's okay, she knows..." I explained.
"Okay, I'm done, let's hope I didn't do too badly," Kiiro said, ending the spell. The bloody gash had gone, but a