Watching You | By : Sanity-Excluded Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 4936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The trip from Windhelm to Riften was short but eerie. Aja was too paranoid about being followed to take the road, and so she had to take a longer route to avoid the bandits, giants and the dragon in the mountains. When she eventually reached the stables, she was grateful to be close to a home that she owned. She tried to own a home in each province, for convenience more than need. Walking in through the thick stone walls and having the gates shut behind her always maked her feel antsy. She liked being able to flee at her own convenience and not having to wait for sleepy guards to open the gates for her.
Walking to the Pawned Prawn, she bought a few more rolls of paper and a bundle of charcoal. Gently tucking them into her pack, she walked toward the market place. Aja knew exactly where Honor Hall Orphanage was, but had never felt the need to go near it. She slowly walked around the market, dropping septims into the laps of the beggars, she's given them enough coin over the years that they are more than willing to cover up her tracks.
Walking to Honeyside, she decided that it would be best to be well rested before attempting any breaking and entering. In her cozy little house with her cloak hanging by the door, her boots drying in front of the fire and a bowl of steaming stew, she also decided that she would be using her bone dagger.
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Later that night, the stall owners were starting to clear up as Aja was stalking the shadows of Riften on her way to the orphanage. Her brief time with the Thieves Guild had taught her the best paths for getting around undetected. Outside of the orphanage, she hesitated knocking on the door, slightly distracted by the shouting she could hear through the thick door. Changing her mind, she slips down the side of the building and spies through the window. The room she's seeing is a bedroom, the window directly opposite the door. Quickly checking for guards, she drops her cloak behind the bushes and pulls the window open as slowly as she dares, the latches are rusty and groan slightly at the movement. With one last look around for guards, she climbs in through the window.
Crouching behind the door with her dagger at the ready, she feels the familiar warmth building low in her belly. She tried to ignore it the best she could, instead concentrating on breathing slowly and the orders that Grelod was barking at the children. She heard the children shuffling off to do their chores, and she tensed, she heard footsteps making their way towards her. A few moments later and the door opened, and a bitter looking old woman came shuffling in. The door swung shut and Aja lept forward, shoving Grelod against the furthest wall, covering her mouth with one hand and slitting her throat with the other. However the dagger was a lot sharper than she had expected and she ended up slitting her from ear to ear. Aja jumped back, but not fast enough to miss being covered in arterial spray, the hot, nearly black liquid catching her face and torso. More blood being added to the mass on her once-white tunic as Grelod slumps down the wall.
Sheathing her dagger without wiping it, Aja climbs back out of the window, pulling on her cloak as fast as her trembling hands would allow, turning to push the window shut before wiping at the blood on her face with the dirty hem of her cloak. The slow burn that had started in her belly had become a throbbing heat between her thighs that needed to be taken care of. Walking briskly back to Honeyside, she spots a familiar shape making his way through the darkness and she runs to him on trembling legs before he could make his way through the graveyard. She grabs his arm and he spins around quickly, dagger at the ready. He sheaths it just as quickly when he recognises her.
"Lass! You gave me a fright! Only you would have the nerve-" His senence cut off by her demanding lips over his, his shock quickly replaced by amusement as he deepened the kiss, pushing her against the wall of Valindor's house. His hands pushing her hood back from her face to reveal the smeared blood that she had tried to remove moments before.
"Been naughty again, Lass?" he muttered, slipping his hands under her cloak, and pulling them out covered in sticky blood.
"Let's hope this isn't yours-" Once again his sentence was cut off, her tounge twining with his, she pushed her fingers into his hair and pressed herself as close to him as possible.
“We'd better move to a more comfortable place then” he muttered, pulling me along.
Damn this lewd and obscene body of mine.
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