Of Thieves And Assassins! ( A Cicero and Brynjolf Story)

Brynjolf, Monster

Chapter 6 - Brynjolf, Monster

Lizzy sat in the warm water of her bath. Her eyes were closed enjoying the warmth the water brought her. She sat thinking about why she snapped at Brynjolf like that after all he was just trying to help her. She scolded herself about how stupid she acted. What right did she have to act like a spoiled child? Her mother would scold her if she saw the way she acted tonight. Lizzy sat in the tub for God’s know how long. Her figure tips were pruned when she decided to finally get out of the luke warm waters. Wrapping a towel around her body she exited her bathroom. She decided that her Tinker Bell pajamas probably need washed now, so she decided on her matching Tigger pajamas. Putting on a clean pair of panties and then her pajamas she was about to get into bed and sleep the rest of the day away not caring about her wet hair or how unruly it would be in the morning, until a knock sounded at her door. Mentally preparing herself for whoever was at the door she prayed it wasn’t Brynjolf, she didn’t know if she could face him just yet after the way she treated him. Opening the door she cursed her luck. Standing there was none other than Brynjolf.

"Hey lass can I talk to you for a second?" Brynjolf asked. Lizzy nodded her head and opened her bedroom door wider for the red-head to come in. Brynjolf walked to the middle of her room and turned to look at her as she shut the door. She didn’t walk up to him like Brynjolf thought she would instead she stayed planted firmly where she stood.

"Look…" Brynjolf started to say but Lizzy cut him off.

"Sorry Brynjolf." She said quickly. Brynjolf looked at her in confusion.

"Why are you sorry lass?" Lizzy looked at the floor.

"I am sorry because I yelled at you and you did nothing but try to help me." She explained quietly still staring at the floor. Brynjolf smiled softly at the brunette even though she didn’t see it. Walking over to her he lifted her chin so she was looking him in the eyes.

"Lass it is I who should apologize to you." He stated letting go of her chin. Lizzy shook her head furiously making Brynjolf wonder how she didn’t break her neck with the intensity of it.

"No!" She snapped. "You shouldn’t apologize after all you don’t know what I am feeling so why should you apologize for something I did?" She questioned. Brynjolf had to admit that she had a point. In any case he just smiled at the girl.

"You may have a point lass, but I wanted to let you know that when ever something is bothering you come to me and talk about it alright?" Brynjolf’s request brought happy tears to Lizzy’s eyes and a bright smile across her face. Brynjolf seeing the happy look on her face smiled as well.

When Brynjolf first came to the world he was confused. He wondered if Nocturnal was unhappy with his work and sent him away. That theory was still up for grabs because he didn’t know if it was her or another Daedra causing this. When Brynjolf first saw Lizzy she bewitched him. She was and still is beautiful to the red-haired thief. A part of him didn’t ever want to leave this world and another part of him wish he could. He was torn between the two. If he stayed he could always be around her and learn all her likes and dislikes and if he was lucky maybe even show interest in the thief. Then his thought turned sour, if he stayed that means the guild would probably crash and all his friends would be sent to the slammer. He often thought about them at night wondering how they are, and if any of them notice he is gone. His stomach turned nervously just thinking of never going back, he couldn’t live off this woman forever he was good at a lot of things, but the things in this era confused and sometimes down right scared him. Like that big metal box they call a car. He preferred horses to that any day. His thoughts were getting off track let’s go back to when he first saw Lizzy. Like I have said before when he first saw Lizzy he was bewitched. Her beauty was something that was rare in Skyrim. He remembered waking up seeing a strange environment something that alienated him. Glancing around the room he saw a jester fast asleep on the floor, by his clothes he looked to be from his era. Brynjolf left him alone though instead his eyes were drawn to a sleep figure on a chair. The first glimpse of her nearly stopped his heart. She was beautiful even with dried blood below her nose. Brynjolf took a piece of scrap fabric from one of many of his pockets and wiped the blood off the woman’s face. In doing so something black on the chair moved and sat up. Brynjolf stepped back, not know what it was but upon further inspection he came to realize it was a dog. The dog jumped off the chair trotted over to him and sniffed him, sensing no threat he wandered off somewhere else in the house. Brynjolf looked again at his surroundings see a couch he picked the lady off the chair and placed her on the couch were he thought she would be more comfortable than pulling off the blanket that was on the back of it he covered her.