Sweet, Sweet Solitude.

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He was singing one of his morbid songs again, I couldn't help but smirk, some of them were just so random they amused me; I guess I had my own morbid sense of humour myself.

Nazir was still unsure why I spared him, Babette was as well, but over the months she began warming up to him again. Sometimes I myself wondered why I spared him, I guess I pitied him. He'd looked after the Night Mother for so many years, gone crazy from her silence. His dedication was sure to be rewarded someday, and I rewarded him with his life.

He rushed up to me jumping up and down, flapping his arms like wings.

'Listener, oh sweet kind Listener, did you like Cicero's song? Oh please say you did!"

I gave a playful roll of my eyes. 'Of course Cicero'

He gave a tremendous "whoop" and began to jig on the spot 'Would you like to hear another sweet, powerful listener?'

"Go on then.."

He cackled excitedly and bowed 'Cicero lives to serve' and he began singing about snapping bird necks.

We continued like this until we reached Solitude, where my next contract awaited me. We arrived past midnight, perfect, everyone would be asleep and the guards were always easy to slip pass.

We sought the target, which hilariously turned out to be the city's executioner Ahtar, I'd seem him perform beheadings many a time during my two years in Skyrim. We stole into Jala's house where he lived and found him sleeping soundly in his room. I drew my newly sharped steel sword and brought it down separating his head from his shoulders, I smirked…how fitting. I looked over to Cicero who was merrily jigging on the spot, hand over his mouth so not to release his famous cackle.

We took all the valuables we could find and slipped back out into the city, and climbed down the city walls. I went down second; tugging the rope we had slid down, and folded it back into my knapsack. Once we were far enough, we sought a safe place to camp for the night. Staying in Solitude would have been a poor choice, and we could have raised attention to ourselves.

After discovering a small cave, I lit a torch and we checked for any signs of life, be it bandits or bears. Thankfully there were none, and to keep it that way I hid the entrance with branches of trees, rocks and hanging moss.

Once a few more torches were lit and stuck in the ground for light I rolled out my bedroll and sank into it, Cicero did the same. I guess he felt it was safe to be himself by now and started talking his usual sing song voice.

"The Keeper and the Listener! On the Hunt! Cicero could sing all day about how the Listener successfully beheaded the be-header ooh yes he could hee hee heee!"

My stomach gave a low rumble, causing Cicero to laugh harder.

'The Listener is hungry…perhaps she'd like a sweetroll or a carrot!"

"Now that you mention it, I do have a few sweetroll's"

I rummaged around in my knapsack and pulled out two half squashed sweetroll's and passed one to Cicero. He took it gratefully and began to munch on it intently. I chewed in mine slowly. Lost in thought. My eyes wandered to my companion, Cicero, the red Jester was happily chewing and humming as loud as he could. I admit, I liked bringing him along on contracts, I felt a little guilty not bringing out the new initiates more often for training, but they were just so…boring. I wasn't one for teaching anyway.

Although Cicero could be a handful and become excruciatingly annoying at times, he'd proved he was extremely loyal and a well-practised assassin, he had been in the Brotherhood for at least 15 or so years by now, and he'd gotten me out of many a tight spot on the roads and during contracts. I'd never admit it, but I liked him better than anyone else in the family.

"Listener! You have been staring at bashful Cicero for a while now. Does he have sweetroll stuck in his teeth? Or up his nose? Oh! Silly Cicero!"

I gave a small jolt, not realising I'd been staring.

'No, no sweetroll, you look perfectly clean. No, I was just thinking about how well our contract had gone' I lay down, suddenly feeling exhausted.

'I'm off to sleep now Cicero, Sleep well'

'Oh I will Listener! You too, may dream of the void and out sweeeeeeet Mother!'

We were up before dawn, I put out the torches that were still alight and packed away my bedding. I bathed in a small secluded watering hole ('Cicero will not peek! I promise!') And finally we set off on the long walk back to Dawnstar.

Finally we'd arrived at dusk. It would have been a shorter trip if it weren't for those Gods forsaken bandits and thugs on the road. I swear we had to take down at least 15 all up. With the civil war over I'd thought that some of the vagrants on the road would have been cleared up by now, what with those meddling Stormcloak guards on the roads again. Lazy bastards, they were most likely watching the mead in their tankards than their duties.

Once inside Cicero left my side immediately, practically dancing towards the Night Mothers stone coffin.

'Sweet Mother, beautiful, wonderful, cruel Night Mother! Let Cicero tell you all about the Listener's success, Oh yes indeed!'

I let him be; I'd go and see if there was a contract ready for me later. For now, I was weary, and kindly the one of the newest initiates. A young Nord girl named Mylah made me a hot bath. I thanked her and she went off about her own business. I sank into the water, groaning in pleasure as the heat eased my aching muscles; today had been a long day. It was good to be home.

A/N: Hello readers,

Hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

It's been a long while since I've written anything, so forgive me if I'm a bit rusty.

I'm currently obsessed with Skyrim (half the reason I've been slack at writing) and finally decided, I loved Cicero enough to write about him.

This story won't be very long as I was bursting with ideas for this story and just had to get it out, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

I've decided I will be changing my username to Monstergirl19/Monster19 because this username is the same as my deviantART, and I will be writing mature themes in this story, so it'll be a little awkward if my friends and family stumbled across it.

Anyway, I'm sure to update soon as I've almost finished writing the story itself in my journal.

Thanks for reading; please review let me know how I'm doing, or if I need to fix anything.