He guys! I am really sorry it has been so long since the last time I posted. I am finishing up college and well... its been a doozy! I hope to publish more, terribly sorry for the wait!
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Chapter 6: Krosis or Owaz?
I traced his face with my eyes as he slept next to me, his shallow breathing caused him to take small bouts of long breaths every once in a while. I pushed some of his red hair out of his face so that I could better my outline.
"I don't know how you managed to stay this young for so many years now." My thoughts went back to the book that was given to me upon getting on the ship, every memory of him just flooded back to me. I wonder if he knows? I pulled the blanket off of me and got out of bed, I started to stretch when wincing pain stopped me. The marks on my side where that bastard Miraak got me a few times with his sword.
"Jokes on him now I have his stupid sword…" I felt a hand touch my waist.
"What joke my dear Krosis?" I turned to see Cicero staring at me through his sleep filled eyes.
"I'll tell you when you are fully awake okay?" he nodded slowly and put his head back down. I got dressed and walked out to the dinning hall. A screech came from the top of the steps, Babette came running down as fast as she could and wrapped her little arms around me.
"By Sithis when did you get home?!" she had tears in her eyes, it brought out what little humanity she still had.
"I snuck in last night. Good to know I'm stealthy enough to get past a vampire." I stuck my tongue out at her as she stomped her foot. Nazir walked in and said his good mornings to us.
"Ah welcome back Krosis. I hope your journey was a pleasant one?" sighing deeply I sat down at the table.
"It was quite nice over there, nice enough that I was offered a house and accepted." They both looked at me with shock, Babettes eyes opened wide.
"Does that mean you're leaving us?" I shook my head at her.
"Sadly our kind is not really welcomed there. Morag Tong and all." Nazir seemed to understand where I was coming from. Cicero came stumbling out of the hallway rubbing his eyes as he adjusted to the light of the open room.
"You still owe me that joke sweet Krosis." getting up, I ran back to the room to retrieve the sword, I could hear the black books whispering again and the terrifying images came back into my mind. I watched them as I left the room not wanting to be sucked back into the very impedimy of a nightmare. When I got back, I started to take my tunic off to show them the marks. Nazir looked away and Babette giggled while Cicero's eyes got bigger, I displayed my scars like a hunter displaying his kill.
"I took a few good hits but in the end I won and I got his sword. That was the joke Cicero." I handed him the sword to look at.
"That battle was probably the most difficult one I have ever faced before." Cicero looked up with curiosity. I took the sword from him and stood back, I aimed for the vase on the table and drew the sword back. Its glowing intensified as I lashed forward, a long green tentacle extended from the sword and sliced the vase in two; I looked back at the rest of them.
"That's why. It took me a very long time to take him down and…" putting the sword on the table I walked over to Cicero.
"I'm sorry that it took me so long to get back. When that damn Talvani sent that letter I had come out of the book almost a day after." Babette handed my tunic back.
"Well how long were you in the black books?" her curiosity was stupendous, I could see it on her face.
"I was gone for almost a week. The last book was difficult but I saved people and that's what my Dragonborn side had to do." Nazir snickered while he stood shaking his head at me.
"An assassin with a good conscience. Weird if you ask me, but to each their own."
Come to me, my child…
I froze in place, the static that filled my mind before I left Cicero, was back. I looked up to the Night Mother's coffin. That can't be true…
Oh it is… and all you have to do is come to me. I know everything…
Sword in hand, I walked up the stairs to the Night Mother. I could feel a strange power coming from her forever tomb of death and decay.
You're the one who's been talking to me this entire time?
Yes. Now tell Cicero Darkness rises when silence dies.
Babette followed me up the stairs, trailing me like a kitten.
Cicero and Nazir were standing by the stairway as they watched me stand there before her.
"I can't…" the pounding of my heart was sure to be heard by everyone, I thought it would burst from my chest.
Cicero had made his way up the stairs, his footsteps were muffled by the static of her voice.
Tell him now, listener!
"...Darkness rises when silence dies…"
"...What did you just say?" my body was whirled around, we were face to face now. His eyes were wide and I could see the anger slowly rise in them.
"Darkness rises when silence dies. Keeper." his hands slowly slid down my arms until his hands where in mind, he fell to one knee.
"Listener, I've been waiting for you for so long!" I stared at him, I could tell he could see the confusion on my face.
"You are the listener, the night mother has spoken to you! Cicero has been waiting oh so long for mother to speak those words to someone!" he jumped back up and wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace.
"I… I don't understand what this means Cicero." Cicero's grin widened as he led me back into our chamber, he started rummaging through his stuff before pulling out what looked like several journals and a massive book
"Cicero wanted to show you this my sweet Owa- Krosis. These will help the listener understand why I am excited!" I paused for a second, Cicero spoke a clear sentence.
"Cicero… your speech, my name... Am I missing something? Did something happen while I was gone?" He was still on his knees in front of the chest, a sigh came from him as he turned around and sat on the floor. I could see he was holding back a lot of emotion as he slowly looked back up at me.
"Cicero knows who you are. He remembers. Cicero also knows he used to be normal. Never talked like this, never had bad thoughts…" I sat down with him as tears flooded down his face.
"Cicer remembers the nights we had together before that last mission he… I had." I looked down at the floor and pulled the book out of my bag that was next to the bed. I handed it to him.
"I know who you are too… Somehow this journal made its way back to me when I honestly thought I lost it. Cicero, we had something special."I paused choking back tears back myself "But I honestly thought I had lost that man because I really did not recognize you from the past. You have grown into a very handsome man…"
Cicero and I sat there discussing what we both remembered. He told me everything that he could about the last night he had seen me and what had happened to everyone at the old sanctuary, how he had almost died himself, how he had to kill some of his members because they were not faithful to the void. Cicero became silent after I told him about what I remembered, I could see he was thinking about everything being said.
"To be honest, when I left that brothel to go to the greybeards I knew deep down that I would probably never meet you again, but here we are sitting here together." He reached out and placed his hand on mine. I could see his smile creep back onto his face, the oh so familiar jester smile.
"Cicero was always hopeful to see you again. But Cicero does have a question… Does the sweet listener prefer Owaz or Krosis?" I thought about it, looking Cicero in the eyes trying to search for the answer that he may hold within his deep amber gaze.
Krosis you know that life is no longer
I shook my head as the haggard voice came back inside my head. I knew deep down that Owaz was no more, she had died a long time ago and there was no reason for her to be around.
"I… I would prefer Krosis. Owaz died the day Krosis became the dragonborn and…-" I grabbed his face and pulled it closer to mine, our noses touched slightly as I stared into his ever longing eyes. I could feel my heart race and my breath catch in my throat. I noticed he wasn't breathing either. I touched my lips to his "-I want what we had. Right now. Please?" The wicked grin spread across his face as he shoved me to the ground, our lips pressed into each other with every breath. He started to take my tunic off as I tried to take his, we both fumbled around before we were both naked on the ground. Cicero had both his hands by my head propping himself up over me before he moved off of me.
"Cicero can't do it here. Not like this." before I could protest he picked me up and carried me to the bed laying me gently down. He kissed down my neck, chest and stomach before he made his way to the growing warmth between my legs. He started to chuckle a bit, I sat myself up and looked at him with confusion.
"This was Cicero's favorite thing to do to you." still confused, he plunged his face down, swirling his tongue over the sensitive nub. I let out a gasp and collapsed back down onto the bed, I could feel him laughing against me. I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him in as he brought all the memories back from those nights we spent together. I could feel myself getting there, the ache inside was becoming unbearable when he stopped.
"Cicero what th-" He moved faster than I could speak pushing my legs up till my knees almost hit my shoulders.
"Does this bring back any memories listener?" his dark chuckle rang through the room.
"Oh the vulnerability…" before I could say anything he pushed himself inside me, cupping his mouth over mine, silencing my gasp. He was gentle at first with slow movements, I ran my nails down.
"That was a mistake, listener…" a growl came from deep inside him as he wrapped his hand around my throat before he started to go faster. The world around me was going black but oh god did it feel amazing. I could feel myself nearing that sweet embrace of euphoria when he released my throat, a surge of relief came over me as I wrapped my legs around him pulling him deeper inside me. He collapsed on top of me, I could feel him shivering as he released himself inside me. We both laid there in silence, our breathing the only thing filling the room. Cicero grabbed my face and kissed my forehead.
"Cicero…" before he could finish his thought a knock came at the door.
"Krosis, you're being summoned to the Jarl."