A Kiss Before Dying - Alternate Ending to Oblivion Dark Brotherhood

6: Fire On High

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**NOTES: tw: slurs, homophobia 

Right-Wind wakes up just as the sun starts to rise. It's still dark in the room of the living quarters and he didn't get enough sleep, but he knows he needs to get up. There were always things that needed done around the Fighter's guild. They took care of rogue mudcrabs and rogue necromancers alike. Besides, the porter would be here soon and, more importantly, well as Vitus Mero. Apparently this Vitus man was a guardian-rank knight and would be "in charge" around here now. Right-Wind and B were doing fine on their own, but higher ups thought otherwise.

The Argonian quietly gets out of bed seeing as everyone else is still sound asleep. His scaley back is in a lot of pain. He stretches his arms over his head and there's lots of popping noises from various joints. Immediately there's a rustling noise from a nearby bed. Lucien had rolled over and popped his head up quickly glancing around like a meerkat.

"Light sleeper much?" Right-Wind teases.

"Yes, something like that..." Lucien says before rolling back over, feeling a little awkward and embarrassed.

Right-Wind leaves and gets into his chainmail armor, which was tricky to do quietly. He heads downstairs to the main floor to scrounge around for something to eat. He practically pisses his pants when there's a knock at the front door right as he passes by it.

Annoyingly, the person on the other side of the door didn't even give Right-Wind a chance to open the door for him.

An Imperial in shiny armor walks in as if he owns the place. He glances around ignoring the Argonian for a minute before introducing himself, "Vitus Mero, Fighter's guild Guardian." Right-Wind opens his mouth to introduce himself as well, but the man continues, "You're a guild member I'm assuming? Apprentice or Journeymen yes? Lots of work to do here."

He walks in, leaving the door open, and going right past Right-Wind barely acknowledging his presence. The haughty soldier surveys the inside of the building. His heavy footsteps make him cringe knowing his friends are upstairs trying to sleep. Right-Wind doesn't say anything though. He wants to make a good impression and doesn't want him thinking they sleep in normally. Also, they weren't supposed to house non-guild members.

Vitus heads for the upward climbing stairway.

"So your office is actually downstairs, in through the basement," Right-Wind says trying to redirect the man.

"Good to know." He replies while headed up the stairs and looking past the lizard.

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Lucien didn't even try to go back to sleep after being startled earlier. Instead, he's been lying in bed thinking about how much time he's spent alone. He had been living on his own for so long while living a reclusive lifestyle. It was odd to sleep in a place where there were other people. It was odd to spend this much time around people who seemed to really care about him.

He had been mulling over many heavy things since he first had to go on the run from The Black Hand. It was quite traumatizing to be hunted down and nearly killed by your own family. He was starting to feel like a family based around a distant deity and not each other wasn't much of a family. Lucien trusted and believed in Sithis and The Night Mother with his whole self. He knew The Dread Father would always look after his own. But for the first time he was starting to realize it wasn't enough. The violence of his work did fill some of the void in him, but he still felt lacking. Lonely.

Despite almost dying, being here was comforting, especially Matuul's surprise kiss. Well it wasn't too much of a surprise really.

*Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk* Lucien hears heavy footsteps. He rolls over and Bumph is still asleep, so who was that?