Silent insanity (CiceroXReader) by raesnowgirl, literature
Literature
Silent insanity (CiceroXReader)
"Do you understand?"
"..."
"_____?"
"..."
"Are you even listening to me!?"
Once more you replied with "..." but gave a small nod of the head.
You moved swiftly past Astrid and into the sanctuary, up the stairs and into The Night Mothers room. You took a seat and removed your cowl.
"Good evening, mother." You poured yourself a tankard of wine, holding it up. "A toast to you and lord Sithis, mother. To another kill on the morrow."
You were silent at all moments of the day, kept your face covered and shied away from the others. You only spoke when it was necessary and mumbled around Astrid. "Damned fake mother...believing she has authority o
Cure for madness (CiceroXListener!Reader) by raesnowgirl, literature
Literature
Cure for madness (CiceroXListener!Reader)
"Unfortunately Jester...there is only one cure for your madness." You paused with a light smirk. "The cure is me." He heard you coming closer, closer. Soft, stealthy foot steps not running to kill the tretcherous clown but steady. "Oh yes listener. I like that..Very creative!" He laughed weakly.
Cicero tensed up hearing a clank, he had assumed you had taken out your weapon of choice to finish him off as you had been told to do by Astrid.
Cicero grasped the knife in his hand, his back to you. 'Listener...Cicero will kill you if he must. Don't make Cicero have to kill you...who knows how angry mother might be but if he really, truely must...'
Skyrim!CiceroXReader: Cicero's Birdie by Subsquentual, literature
Literature
Skyrim!CiceroXReader: Cicero's Birdie
Skyrim!CiceroXReader: Cicero's Birdie
y/n=your name h/c=hair color e/c=eye color f/n=faction name
A crimson moon slowly began to rise over the horizon of the mountains in Skyrim. 'Time to go,' you thought, staring up at the blood moon, after all, it was your faction's symbol. You were a member of a faction that was related to the Dark Brotherhood. It was f/n, and it focused on secretly keeping the peace. No contracts to tell you who to kill, no dead corpse whispering into someone's mind to tell them who to go to, just killing whoever caused trouble. The only thing that held the f/n back, was the moon.
You only killed when a blood moon was