(Disclaimer: I do not own Cicero or the Dark Brotherhood, or even the Listener, really. These are all characters and concepts belonging to Bethesda, which I have borrowed to pay tribute to the glory that is Skyrim. I do not profit from writing this work of fan fiction.)
Valuable
She was a priceless ornament, his Listener. Skin of bronze, eyes of sapphire, hair of garnet. To smell her was to smell the sweetest perfume. To touch her was to touch the softest silk. To taste her was to taste the finest wine.
She was a force of nature, his Listener. Her voice was the ocean; her words, the waves. Her joy was the sun; her tears, the rain. Her heart was the wind; her fury, a tempest. To be wrapped in her was a luxury she only afforded him on the loneliest of nights, when her sorrow and cracked heart became a flurry, and she needed his warmth.
Lowly Cicero did not deserve the honor of experiencing her, his Listener. But on the occasion that she let him, Cicero was truly the richest man alive.
A/N: If you can't tell, I've recently begun playing Skyrim, and I fell in love with (among others) Cicero. I had the weirdest urge to write this, because my headcanon is that Cicero is in love with the Listener, and she is happy for his friendship and loyalty. So here's my first Skyrim fic, written in fifteen minutes because there's a disturbing amount of Dark Brotherhood/Cicero hate on the internet.
(P.S.: It would seem poor Cicero doesn't actually have his own character tag here on FFnet, so everyone just puts him under the Cicero V. tag. It doesn't matter; it's not like anyone is going to write a fic about Cicero Verus anytime soon. Or ever.)