...Cicero won't, dear listener...

Please dont be mean

//please don't bully this story mostly I do characters I role play with because I know them but this is my first go at Cicero... so please spare me

Cicero chuckled, with a pain in his voice. "You've found me, listener? Aye, Astrid sent you to kill poor Cicero, yes? Well? Lie! Say you killed Cicero, but don't. Tell her you strangled me with my own entrails! Yes, lie!" His eyes locked with mine and I was surprised.

He had a certain pain in his eyes that only a couple people had in their eyes. But I could somehow identify with it so deeply. Imagine you only want to protect your beliefs and are put onto the verge of death, doing nothing but remaining loyal while you bleed from like five crevices. Like, holy.... I smile shortly thinking of how strong he must be. Mentally, that is. "What is it listener? Will you let poor Cicero live?" He smirked slightly and returned to his curious gaze past my eyes, into my mind. Almost hoping to bend my will. Almost.

"Yeah Cicero, sure, whatever." I look through my bag and pull out a healing potion and throw it down to him, cringing. It seemed slow motion. I'm not sure why I was so angry, but I threw it so hard it hit the ground and immediately shattered. I exclaimed and looked annoyed at everything. He noticed my furrowed brows and looked down, still registering what happened. He chuckled and stopped abruptly, squeezing his hand tighter into his side.

"Damn, I'm sorry Cicero. That was my last one. Is there one in the sanctuary somewhere?" I moved to put my palm to my forehead and he nodded. "Where is it?" I said, softly. "Ah, down the stairs, the swirly stairs, cicero likes to call them" He smiles innocently. I nod and turn to leave to go get the potion. "Wait" I hear him say gently, just loud enough to let me hear it. I turn again. "Yes?" I say, trying to keep my annoyance away from my tone. "Thanks" He smiles even wider, then exclaims "it hurts to laugh, but thanks" I nod and turn around, swinging the door shut behind me.

"Damn jester"

I mumble to myself as I stumble down the stairs, near to miss one and fall a couple times. Once I reach the base of the stairs, I look around blankly. For the potion. Of course, I can't find it easily, so I look closer. I fumble through the armor on the shelf. And find one just above the shelf. I pick it up and stuff it in my bag, hurrying back to Cicero. I open the door slowly, it creaking and me cringing at the sound. When he sees me, he smiles gently. I smile too.

"I have the potion!" I say and rush into the room, pressing my back up to the door and closing it. It clicks shut and I approach him. I shove my hand in my bag and feel around for the potion. When I find it, my hand closes around the neck of the bottle and I pull it out of my bag. I toss it to him, gentle and he catches it. He pops open the cap and drinks it. The wound on his side slowly closes until it's skin and bloody uniform outlining it. He sighs with relief.

I approach him, still cautious and set my hand on my dagger out of habit. He looked down at my hand and smiled slowly. "I won't hurt you, I promise" Cicero said slowly. I was surprised to say the least, he spoke in first person. I tilted my head and moved my hand from my dagger and locked my eyes with his. "I'm trusting you, Cicero. Don't make me regret this." I say sternly, a completely serious look on my face, and relaxed for once. "Cicero won't, dear listener." He smiles gently and I come over to him.

I kneel down near him, as he is still sitting on the ground. I look at him closer, his eyes soft and inviting. I try to reciprocate to make him more comfortable, but it doesn't work very well. He still has blood surrounding his leg and a couple scratches on his face. I look concerned, and focus on said scratches. "What is it, listener?" He asks, curiously. I smile and reply.

"Nothing." I look through my bag and find some bandages, bringing them out and showing them to him so that he understands what I'm trying to do. "Can I use this for your leg, Cicero?" When I went to my healing classes when I was young, I learned I was always to ask or mention what I was doing before doing it. My mother was a healer, and specialized in it. She taught me how to heal and help and make potions, just useful skills. "Hm? What's on my leg?" He asks. I just sigh.

I look down to his leg. Blood is leaking faster than it was, and I gesture to this. "Oh! Hm, I didn't feel it, strange." I furrow my brows in frustration. This isn't right. He should've felt his leg gushing blood, I mean dark red, like a really soft faucet. "You didn't feel it?" I ask, concerned. "Aha! No I didn't, but I've survived worse so I doubt it will hinder Cicero. Don't take it too serious, listener!" He sounds concerned with how I feel about it.

"Anyway," I say, moving down to his leg and undoing the bandage. I wipe the blood out of the wound with my sleeve and stick the start of the bandage on the left of the somewhat average slice and wrap it around his leg until it meets the end of the bandage, repeating this about twice. "I should go, your wounds are healed. I think Astrid may be waiting" I say, slowly. He stops for a second and looks down at me.

"Alright.... Cicero will see you again!" He says. "Okay, Cicero. Cya" I turn and leave the room, but thinking faster to make him remember this. I turn and focus on him and his expression. "Don't make me regret this." I say, emphasizing on each word purposely. I turn again and close the door, waiting until it clicks to exhale sharply. I walk up the log stairs and up the stone ones, and open the black door. I leave.

Arnbjorn is still outside. He looks up at me with menace in his eyes. "What took you so long, beef roast?" He laughs. "Ah, tying up loose ends. He's dead." I lie through my teeth to the one who I recently gained the trust of. "I don't need to check?" He says, with a doubtful look. "You don't need to check" I reply, sternly. "Alright, listener." He chuckles and looks at me with a short expression of distrust. I walk slowly over to shadowmere and gesture to the back of the beautiful horse. "Coming?" I say, impatiently. "Yeah." He says, and climbs onto the back, right behind me. I smirk and shadowmere starts to sprint across the town of dawnstar. On our way to Falkreath... away from that dear jester.

/okay so like it's my first time writing in awhile and like this is a pretty good chapter? Yeah? I'll write more later probably :) I hope you guys like it!/