Lovesick Sweethearts (Cicero x Listener)

A Regretful Day

Enya opened her eyes to the sound of chirping birds and calm chiming, when she saw the vibrant red and orange sky among the horizon. She smiled seeing the sun rising very early in the morning just people citizens would leave their house to go to set up work however it changed.  Enya glanced down to see that she was fully naked, nothing covering her but the jacket of Brynjolf. His Thievee Guild attire wrapped around my body like a blanket, with a hopeful glance she looked behind her. She saw sleeping Brynjolf, peaceful. And her hope drained, the man was muscular and only a piece of cloth was covering his area. Holding back from screaming she began to quickly get dressed so she could leave before he woke up. She'd never done that before and for that she was ashamed, she kind of liked the thought of doing that on a honeymoon as her first time. She felt violated, her mind filled with dark thoughts blaming herself, "Why did I let that happen?", "Did he intend to do this?" she wasn't even sure what happened or if she should be panicking about what he did to her. Was he drunk?, should she wake him? no, no, no she won't. As she got dressed again she began to let her body down onto the ground calmly. Luckily people were just leaving set up stalls so she began to escape the city by the front gates.

Brynjolf's POV

I slowly opened my eyes with a calm yawn as my body fell to my back only to be attacked by the rays of the morning sun. My mind was at peace like I just slept on a really nice mattress, or a big pile of shiny coin. However the mattress just had its springs bail out, she was gone and I was naked.

"Lass?"

My voice croaked as my sights roamed around to see the sky was suspended as by a beautiful blue ocean and the distant field of apricot-coloured grass and thin birch trees, while the clouds itself appeared as dancing sheep and the faint stars above me were the small fish in a wide dangerous ocean. A happy moment spent without her. She might've loved this view.

Enya was on Shadowmere's back, her hand held onto its reins tightly. Her pointy ears hung out from behind her hair. She needed to let this out or else she would go crazy, but she didn't exactly have any friends as she killed or was betrayed by everyone she knew. When she thought in betrayed, her anger turned to blame. Maybe it wasn't the alcohol or Bryn. Maybe it was her fault last night had happened. Enya snapped out of it when she could hear the guards shout out. They rushed over to the nearby horses at the stables with blade and bow drawn, not again. A dragon flew above the city of Riften, where inside she could hear the terror from the citizens inside. Her eyes adverted down to see the shining ruby eyes of Shadowmere staring at her, Enya switched glances between her stallion and the dragon that circled around Riften. Its old dark grey scales plate up the dragons body like armour, its roar could be heard from a great distance that even Shor's stone could hear and the dragon... The monster's head had turned towards me. The bosmer tightened her grip on the reins of Shadowmere, he understood what was going on and began to gallop down the path from Riften. Barely escaping from the dragon, Enya just kept riding not wishing to look back for fear it was close.

However, she knew it, she knew she had to look behind her. The urge was too much for her to just not keep riding. Her head turned to look behind her. Wow. It was gone, it was really gone. She began to listen out, it wasn't gone. She could hear its roars near Riften again, meanwhile she ran away safely. Like a coward. She could've redeemed herself after all the bad things she did. Shadowmere turned to look in the direction of Riften, it was as if the horse and the elf were sharing the same thoughts or it was capable of understanding how she was feeling. Enya adjusted her hand to let go of the reins and she moved her hand to stroke Shadowmere's long dark mane, the horse had a very defined and strong face and large red eyes. It was hard to determine what the red in his eyes signify; Blood? Ruby jewels, anger? seduction? all of these could be related to murder.

The horse's head turned again to glance at the woman riding him, it was always a wonder whether he knows that she was the Listener or that he still sees the rider as Astrid. Either way he did not budge, he made noises showing that he was enjoying Enya company since she takes him to ride all the time. If he could speak, Enya was almost positive that he would say, "It was none of your concern, dragons do what dragons do and no one can change it". That thought brought Enya to realise that it was true, thus she turned Shadowmere back around towards Fort Greenwall. It would seem that the Listener needed help trying to make priorities. She couldn't help help but think her work for the Dark Brotherhood was done, nothing was major and the reason she did join was for the thrill. It didn't feel that long ago but, killing the Emperor created an addiction. It made her feel alive. From now she may have to take joy from anything dangerous from other activities. Enya held on to the reins tightly, turning direction to tide right through the Fort, she wouldn't be surprised if there were bandits inhabiting there. But this once, she would ride past with murdering the whole lot of them. Enya just rode past Shor's stone only to realise she forgot about Brynjolf, he must've survived the attack. She thought to herself that a man who could save himself from the city guards and be resourceful to survive a dragon attack. But that agitated feeling sunk in again, she did want to lie to the both of then. Brynjolf may understand if she explained her feelings with Cicero, but her stomach swirled with illness when it to telling Cicero what had occurred with Brynjolf since he hated him. In anything she struggled to understand what Cicero had felt for his dear Listener. By this point the Listener felt an incoming swarm of different kinds of emotions, happiness, fear, longing and so on.

"I may finally get the happy ending, I craved for soo long..."