Lovesick Sweethearts (Cicero x Listener)

The Memories

After many painful days of travelling aswell as emotional embarrassment. The last few days have just been stressful and most unusual with Cicero and Brynjolf, I was made for murder, not 'love'. With that thought Enya swung her legs off the black stallion, it huffed, kicking its back legs in the fluffed-up snow by the open waters. Infront of Enya was that door, from merely staring at it she could see faint flashbacks from Arnbjorn wounded by some fragrant violent Nightshade flowers and Delvin's people bringing equipment into the Dark Brotherhood. It was surprisingly scary seeing how different these events were since Arnbjorn was almost killed by Cicero and not even a month later, Arnbjorn was killed by a different traitor. Enya took a deep breath, huffing out a cloud of cold air just before Shadowmere tilted its head and placed it against the side of the elf's head in a calm manner. The horse's broad back and pitch black fur with its glowing red eyes was comforting, scarily comforting. The Listener placed a hand on the horse's muzzle, carefully stroking it

"I will be back tomorrow Shadowmere"

With those final words Shadowmere faded like ash in the wind while Enya turned to open the Black Door. Creaking loudly and slowly it opened for her, slipping in to feel that same brisk temperature, she made her way down the stairs and her memory fabricated the room like she could view her recollection of what occurred here. Coming across the alchemical garden like it's a gloomy cemetery, that beautiful and peaceful feeling untl a child appears between the plants. It was Babette.

"Oh Listener, you are back"

The little girl said, standing up to only be roughly more than half of Enya's size, that same little girl who is over a few thousand years old. The same one who easily murdered people by being a little human girl.

"Not for long, I'm afraid"

Enya said with a tired sigh, she felt like it would be better to explain to Nazir than to Babette, she did care but maybe a bit too much to 'encourage' to discuss things with the clown.

"Cicero has been very eagerly awaiting your returnq"

Babette replied with a teasing smile, admittedly it was nice to hear but heartbreaking enough to tell him.

"Babette, when you see Nazir, could you tell him to visit my Chambers alone? I need to discuss something with him. I'll get him to tell you tomorrow when I am away"

The Listener stared down at Babette with a pained smile, Babette shared the her smile and obediently began attending to her garden. Enya pulled down her black cloth hood when she entered the chamber to see a large burial coffin up against the far wall, its doors wide open to reveal that same corpse. Mother. Infront of the coffin was a man but he was silent, dressed in black and red but it was too quiet. That couldn't be him, he was anything but silent. His figure was on his knees with their back turned to the Listener. A puny wisp of man on his knees praying,  breathing in harsh whispers, but Mother was no kind divine. The Listener took a step forward only to see the man stand up and look behind him. It was him. Cicero's face was unlively and pale but when he saw Enya, everything felt like it was saturated and vibrant. He ran up her, lifting her up in the ceiling and spilling in circles with a shriek.

"Listener! it was you! I knew you would come back! I just knew it!"

The imperial man's cheerful tone brought a smile to the Listeners face, her face felt warm like it was stuck in a warm oven and her body felt light from Cicero's grip.

"H-Hey Cicero! did I just see you p-praying?"

The Keeper carefully placed Enya firmly on her feet before letting go of her, he appeared embarrassed.

"Cicero just wanted the Listener to come back home safely, I prayed to Mother that you will!"

Enya felt that same burning warmth on her face when Cicero and Home were in the same sentence, she never realised that being in the Dark Brotherhood was her home, her home with him.