This story is M-rated for a damn good reason we have smut, an insane homicidal jester who like blood, blood play, murder, angst.
Just turn back-around now go on, you've been warned.
Thalia's entrance into the Dark Brotherhood was rather uneventful when she compared it to the Cicero's and the Night Mothers entrance into their sanctuary. I could practically stab the tension with a knife and watch it bleed on the floor.Thalia Thought as she hid in the shadows and watched them. Gabriella tapped her on the Shoulder. 'Oh, I forgot to mention, by the way it's your turn to cook.' She said with an, I'm-glad-it's-not-me tone to her voice. Thalia glared at Gabriella, her curiosity forgotten. "I'm tired of sitting alone and eating dinner first! Why can't someone else do it?" She realized after she said to loud that, Cicero was now looking at her. Caught between being cooking and what she assumed would be an accusation of eavesdropping she marched into the kitchen albeit somewhat indignantly to get the point across that she was tired of being the damn cook.
Truth be told, Thalia craved social interaction more than most did. She thrived approval, she drew a sort of happiness from it which was difficult to express, perhaps due to her childhood. Thalia's father punched and kicked her over and over, and repeated words that she'd heard him say so often. 'You think you're better than me?! You're nothing! No one will love you no one will ever want you!' While Thalia's mother just stood a silent witness, in many ways her silence hurt just as much as the beatings would.
Thalia chopped venison and placed it into pot, then cleaned the knife before she started to cut the grumbled to herself. 'Stupid paranoid bitch, making stupid rules."The cook has to eat before anyone else."' She mimicked Astrid's voice. The Cicero swings into the room and clapped his hands as he bounced up and down. 'Oh goodie, impressions.' He said with a glee that Thalia expected from a five year old, not a member of the Dark Brotherhood. 'Oh well I'm not really doing an impression, per say, I mean… I suppose I am. I understand Astrid is worried the cook might poison the food but really...' Cicero turned his head with a smile befit for a cat that just slayed a dragon. 'Oh, my, oh my, oh, me! Astrid is so afraid teehee.' Thalia began to add water to the stew and tried to change the subject as she did not wish to invoke Astrid's ire. 'I'm glad I was able to help you get here Cicero by the way. It must have been hard, just waiting for help, until I showed up.' Cicero quickly came closer and pulled down her cowl to reveal her ash blonde hair cut short to her subtle Breton jaw line, bright hazel eyes, and full pink lips, all of the features she's grown accustomed to hiding since she joined the Brotherhood.
Cicero stared at her, while he kept uncomfortably close proximity to Thalia. 'Oh it is you! My kindly road stranger!' He exclaimed. Thalia remembered. I never introduced herself to him, as he seemed to have been blessed by Sheogorath at the time of their first meeting not that he doesn't still now though. 'My name's Thalia by the way.' She smiled and said with a small nod. 'Did you help poor Cicero because you were a part of the Dark Brotherhood?' Thalia sat down on a bench next to the pot. 'No, I wasn't part of the Dark Brotherhood at the time, I was just wandering around.'
Thalia was not sure how much time had passed as Cicero hummed a tune and skipped around the kitchen. 'Cicero is hungry...needs a sweetroll…or a carrot...' He mused out loud as he wandered around the kitchen. Thalia handed him a bowl of stew he took it from her and sniffed it before he tastes it, while Thalia prepared a bowl for herself.
Cicero thought in his head and not out loud, a rarity and rather difficult to do after he became the Fool. She's new to the brotherhood; perhaps Cicero can guide her to the old ways quicker than the other. But I must be subtle; yes Cicero must gain trust first. 'Tell Cicero about your first kill sister.' Thalia raised an eyebrow at Cicero; before she replied, the tone of her voice tepid and calm as she tells of her first kill. 'Well when I was young girl and my father came home from working on the docks he'd celebrate by getting as inebriated as possible and then beating my mother and myself.' She paused to sip on the stew before she continued. 'Well one day he hit her with a bottle of alcohol of expired ale. He hit her right in her temple she died.' She taps the side of her head with her finger said temple. That was when the darker side of her persona first emerged all those years ago. The careful plots she made, the wait, the wonderful feeling of burning years of pain or anger or hatred into someone's flesh, it was truly wonderful. Her tone had changed of someone who could be nostalgically talking to their childhood friend. 'And I waited, saved up money till I had enough to hire a tutor to teach me two spells, paralysis and a fire spell. After he passed out drunk one night, I cast paralyze on him and then proceeded to burn him alive. After that I made a stew out of him, and gave to the beggars in the city. I even gave some to the men who came looking for my father when he didn't show up to work. The only thing I didn't think about was I'd be put in the orphanage in Wayrest after killed him.' Thalia looked at Cicero, whom was looking at her with a dark murderous smile and chuckled in a low dangerous tone but said nothing.
The awkward silence that their meal together had become was broken when Thalia asked a question. 'What about your first time?' A brief moments pause happened before she added '…Your first kill I mean.' Cicero laced his fingers together and rested his chin on his fingers a wide smile on his lips. Yes she will follow the steps in the dance and be none the wiser, the fool of hearts will serve mother well and lead her to the old ways. 'Long time ago Cicero was born to a family of wealthy merchants, some bad investments made by Cicero's father, left us ruined. Within the week Cicero's former Fiancé and his friend after they married each other.' His voice would crescendo and fall as told the tale. 'Cicero poisoned their wine before they even consummated..' Gleeful giggles fell from Ciceros lips as soon as he said the word consummated. '..they were dead.' The remainder of the time until he left, they both said nothing. 'Cicero must bid you farewell Sister, Mother needs tending after such a long trip.' Cicero said in a high pitched tone.
Thalia left the sanctuary to kill her next mark, though she was in no great hurry to return however. She spent time wandering around the College of Winterhold, practicing spells, alchemy, enchanting or reading in the library. To those at College of Winterhold she seemed a diligent, quiet, withdrawn, Breton whom was rumored to be the Dragonborn. None had any idea that she would even associate with Assassins let alone be in the Dark brotherhood.
When Thalia found a book in barrel behind an inn naturally she read it, she realized how little she'd known about Daedra as she read though the pages of The Book of Daedra.
She returned to the Library in College of Winterhold and proceeded to research. Spirit of the Daedra, she read though it rapidly and before she put it back on the shelf, then continued to browse. On Oblivion, The Oblivion Crisis, Varieties of Daedra, The Old Ways, and The Night Mother's Truth, catch her interest so she buys them from Urag gro-Shub. Thalia liked the orc for he let her browse shelves for hours upon end, read tomes that he cautiously guarded from some of the other students. He even gave her books in exchange for favors. Thalia in turn helped him find rare books and gave him extra gold for books she bought from him.
When Thalia found a book in barrel behind an inn naturally she read it, she realized how little she'd known about Daedra as she read though the pages of The Book of Daedra.
She returned to the Library in College of Winterhold and proceeded to research. Spirit of the Daedra, she read though it rapidly and before she put it back on the shelf, then continued to browse. On Oblivion, The Oblivion Crisis, Varieties of Daedra, The Old Ways, and The Night Mother's Truth, catch her interest so she buys them from Urag gro-Shub. Thalia liked the orc for he let her browse shelves for hours upon end, read tomes that he cautiously guarded from some of the other students. He even gave her books in exchange for favors. Thalia in turn helped him find rare books and gave him extra gold for books she bought from.