Jester's ring on a Dark Hand

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I slowly eased myself into the water from the naturel hot spring, slowly feeling the stress of the day seem to melt away. All thoughts of the contracts I had completed, thoughts of Cicero seem to melt away, there was only one downside to the bathing room the stairs lead to only one hallway and only two strides from the top of the stairs was the door to Cicero's and the Night Mothers room leaving only a quick sprint to the archway that lead down an off hallway to the rest of the sanctuary.

I reach up and touch the long scar that traveled from my forehead down to my jawline; it was almost a dark brown color now. It's what boggled my mind on how men like Ulfric, Brynjolf, and Cicero could be attracted to me when I was scared like this? How can they stand looking at my face? Not that I am not proud of it, I had received it when I fought my very first dragon at the tower of Whitehelm.

The dragon had swooped down grabbing up a guard that had tried to make a break for cover, where I was bunking out the giant lizard's bad fire breath. As the beast was taking back up into the air its shape scaled tail came back and cut me alongside my face it was lucky thing I had both closed my eye and started to pull back. I had used my healing power on it, but after absorbing the dragons soul prevented it from turning into a faint scar, it made me feel like my chances of finding a husband that would accept me as I was got cut in half.

I cross my arms resting my chin on them as I look up at the ceiling Cicero's room is right above the bathing room and I can hear him moving the furniture around in there with muffled grunts, as well muffled talking to someone most likely the Night Mother since that was what he did when I helped him with his wagon wheel.

I push myself away from the edge a little to swim back far enough to dunk under the water; I close my eyes and hold my breath floating under the water as bubbles escape my mouth I open my eyes and look at the surface, I could have swear I saw a human shape leaning over the water looking at me through the fogged warm water, but by the time my head broke the surface whoever it was had left.

I shrugged not noticing an outline of a man in a jester's outfit whose hungry topaz eyes, would remind you of a pair of wolf eyes that were watching its prey from the thicket of the bushes just waiting for the right moment to attack.

I reached over for my bath oils to begin washing the weeks of dirt, sweat, and caked on dried blood of both wild animal and human mixed with that of the nonhuman blood that had sprayed me as I ended one life after another. Soon the smell of mountain roses and nightshade filled the room, I moaned at the smell of my two most favorite flowers worked together to clean and freshen me from my hair down to my toes.

I rinsed out my hair, grabbing a wash cloth I set scrubbing my body till it turned a light pink as a sigh I cleaned myself well enough. I ducked under the water again just as I barely caught the sound of the door opening and closing, I came back up a second time and still saw I was alone I simply took it for Astrid slamming a door somewhere.

I come out of the water walking to where I had put my sleeping clothes and towels, water droplets rolled down my body sliding across the many faint, but still noticeable scars that litter my body, all from bandits, wild animals, dragons, enemy soldiers, and ghost like spirits that blades and arrows still solid and shape as they were in life.

I was walking up the steps still drying my hair then I felt a shadow cast its self over me; I look up and see Cicero leaning agents the top step his arm stretched out holding himself propped agents it, looking down at me with his twinkling eyes.

"Well hell hello sister finished with you bath hmm hmm, Cicero wants to know if sister enjoyed herself getting all squeaky clean hehehe? Oooohhhhh what is that Cicero smells?"

Cicero stops me as I was about to take the last three steps his gloved fingers slowly sliding up my arms leaving goose bumps in their wake, till he took a lock of my hair still slightly damp in between them and leaned forward, holding them to his noise and breathed in its scent.

"Oooohhh roses and nightshade those are Cicero's favorite, does this mean sister likes them too? Oh please say Cicero is right Cicero is right. Right?"

I looked at him as he ask not only in words, but also with his eyes it would seem that our new jester was trying to get to know me in his own way, I smiled at him my eyes softening standing so close to him again I felt safe and warm.

"Yes Cicero is right they are my favorite too, I even make my own oils….oh here take this as a welcome home present!"

I say as I pull out one of my extra bottles of rose and nightshade bathing oils and placed it in his hand after he let go of my locks of hair, he looked at the bottle then at me as a smile, without taking his eyes off me his hands made way to one of the pouches that adorned his belt and slipped the bottle in.

Oh Talos help me he was doing it again, and Nazir wasn't around to interrupt this again, I was getting lost in his eyes that now looked like sweet thick golden honey, and like the colors name sake I was slowly sinking and wasn't strong enough to fight it I felt my bag wrapped up in my towel start to slip from my hands.

I felt myself backing up to the wall behind me as he advanced on me, that wicked smile turning my knees to jelly, I could already feel the heat raising in my cheeks as a streak of pink across my cheeks. It felt like it was getting harder to breath, but at the same time felt like I was gulping at air after being under water for too long, Cicero kept on his advancement till I was pressed agents the wall, I gulped hard my mouth suddenly feeling so dry and drooling at the same time, what was he doing to me? How could a man I barely know make me feel like this? Two feeling that contrast each other, but at the same time cause each other.

I watched him as he braced himself with one arm to keep me from slipping past him, as if I had the willpower to break eye contact with him, his other hand comes up and strokes my cheek. Slowly slipping his fingers into my hair, as his eyes come closer, becoming a pair of bedroom eyes that make you want to pull him to the nearest bed and let him have his wicked way with you.

"Well sister looks like we are back to what Cicero and sweet beautiful sister were doing before, hhhmmm yes almost just the same, but this time no Nazir to interrupt us no no no, not this time."

His lips were almost touching mine, barely brushing them as he spoke each word, all I would have to do was tilt my head up or to the right then his lips would be pressed agents mine, I could smell mint on his breath, his breathing clam and even while mine is slightly ragged and fast.

"Cicero would like to ask sweet sister something hhhmmm will sister answer poor Cicero"

He asked a breath away, I groaned at how close he was, but still not enough as I answered him he pulled back a little for me to speak clearly,

"And what would that be Cicero, what is it that you have me pressed agent the wall, trapped, spell bound by your bewitching eyes, that you want to ask me"

I have to admit I was getting a little frustrated with the whole thing, if he was going to kiss me then why doesn't he do it already, it's maddening!

"What is sister's real name? The others call you Wolf, but Cicero wants to know sister Wolf's real name oh please please please tell poor Cicero?! Cicero promises not to tell anyone Cicero promises yes Cicero promises not a soul."

I look at him finally finding enough will power to reach up and grip hip by the shoulders and pull him back towards me, I seemed to have caught him off guard as I press my lips to his, gasping agent his lips as electricity sparks from my lips and through my whole body, but I don't pull away no I hold on pulling him closer.

Cicero seemed to have felt it too cause his eyes are more alive than I have seen them, and he is kissing me back as deeply as he can, before I pull back panting hard. Cicero groans at the loss of my lips pressing his forehead agent's mine, now his breathing is as ragged and harsh like my own, but his eyes still are searching my own for the answer he wants. I close my eyes for a moment before taking a few breaths and opening them again,

"Caroline, My real name is Caroline Rose, but Wolf is my nick name so I only thought it seemed right for a bunch of people I am just starting to trust before I tell them my full name"

I looked up at him watching to see if he will go running off and telling everyone, but when I look up I see him smiling leaning forwards and kiss my forehead.

"Cicero promises this will stay between Cicero and Caroline and Night Mother of course, but mostly just between Cicero and Caroline. This is a good good start yes Cicero is happy with starting here."

I look at him confused, good place to start? Start what? I looked after him as he skipped back to his room, only stopping at the door when I voiced my question.

"What do you mean by 'A good place to start' what does that mean?"

And for once I got a straight answer, he turned halfway and smirked,

"The start of the hunt sweet Caroline, the hunt for your heart"

And with that he starts laughing and singing as he closes the door leaving me standing there still flushed with a blush and still confused.

Well there we go another chapter down…..huh..? (Turns behind me and sees Alistair running through the room yelling and swinging his arms about)

SWOOPING IS BAD SWOOPING IS BAD!

*-_- Good grief

(Yells through the door)

COUSLAND COME GET YOUR MAN BEFORE I KILL HIM!

(Cousland come comes running in grabbing Alistair who is still screaming swooping is bad and drags him out)

*Note to self don't play Dragon Age while writing a chapter again!