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↳ ancano | caught red handed

[edited]
written for @dustywish using one their oc's

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I SAT UP IN bed, rubbing my eyes. Another day at the College. Don't get me wrong, the lectures were (sort of) interesting, but the constant droning of the other apprentices had the capability to get on your nerves. A lot. Apart from J'zargo, of course, for he was a fellow Khajiit afterall.

I quickly donned my robes (with my Thieves Guild armour hiding underneath), and adjusted them accordingly.

'Dovah! Dovah!' a familiar voice rang out from the doorway. It was Onmund.

'By the Eight, Onmund, I'm right here!' I groaned, rolling my eyes. I carefully placed my dagger in my boot and jogged to join Onmund and the others.

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After hours of lessons, I found myself daydreaming in my chamber with nothing to do. But then a sudden idea creeped into my head. Why not gather a few items from other people's rooms? Brynjolf did say to practise thievery whenever I could... even Darkeethus, my follower, wasn't there to tell me otherwise!

In no time at all, I had managed to borrow a few things from various rooms: rings, necklaces, potions, etc. Although, a certain room did spike my interest; a plain chamber made up of a single bed and a few itchy hay stacks. I could only imagine which poor sod stayed in that hell hole. However, I still decided to take a few things. An enchanted circlet, a health potion...

'Ahem.'

I reluctantly turned around - grimacing. Damnit. A flame spell tingled at my finger tips... just in case.

But I suddenly found myself pushed against the wall - hard. My boots were barely touching the floor anymore. Cold, lithe fingers were wrapped around my pale neck.

'What do you think your doing, cat?' the figure spat.

It was Ancano.

'Umm...' I murmered as I sucked in a breath. His grip tightened around my neck, causing the circlet I had taken to clatter to the floor. A growl erupted from Ancano's sneering lips. I blushed, but thank the Eight my cheeks were hidden by my snowy white fur. Despite the unpleasant situation, I couldn't stop myself from stealing a daring glance at his lips - but I hastily looked away.

'You do this one more time and I shall personally throw you out this college,' Ancano glared sourly - as if he could pierce holes with his icy stare, 'and all those Khajiits still complain, saying they're not all wicked theives!'

Ignoring his racist remark - I started laughing (well, severely choking as well) as the elf peered down his nose at me in disgust.

'Something amusing, cat?' he sneered, obviously annoyed at my unexpected outburst.

'The fact,' I choked out, 'that you think your so important, but you sleep around bales of dusty hay!' I laughed - tears streaming down my cheeks. That was, until Ancano tightened his grip on my throat - and those tears of laughter became tears of 'help me I'm literally being strangled'.

But careful footsteps emerged from around the corner, and Savos appeared in the doorway.

'Ancano,' he sighed, peering at the pair of us. What a curious sight he must of been seeing, 'please let her go.' Savos said calmly, however I could hear the tension in his voice. My feet were harshly dropped to the ground. Savos slowly rounded the corner to leave, eying Ancano curiously until he was out of sight. But the Altmer stayed - his tall figure looming over mine. Ancano lowered his lips to my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His lips brushed my ear lobe.

'Don't think you're off the hook,' he growled - his firm chest against my back. He placed a finger on my upper thigh, sending a shot of lightning through me. I squealed. He strode away - leaving me standing in his room in bewilderment.

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[just saying sir lancelot from night at the museum is really hot mmm]