Prompt: "Don't trust me" sepulcher/serenity?
He came to her at night.
A giant of a man, sour-faced and grim, always wrapped in a long brown coat with hair the color of dried blood. Never less than an hour after she closed her doors for the night, he came to her every Sunday, and took a seat at the empty bar. He never asked more of her than her company, and she was eager to oblige him, for what he gave to her in return was worth more than that.
He gave her memories.
She waited for him impatiently that night, fidgeting and cleaning things that were quite clean already. Her heart skipped a beat as the telltale click of the sidedoor unlocking reached her ears and she rushed excitedly to greet him. She straightened her apron as he walked through the door, and he nodded a greeting before heading to his customary seat at the bar.
"So where were we?" He asked, leaning back against the counter.
"I'd just moved to Swordhaven, I think."
He nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face, and beckoned her to come closer. His eyes followed her as she walked over to the barstool next to him and situated herself on it. He looked over her, up and down, and she felt her smile falter.
"Is something wrong?" She asked.
"…You have no way of knowing if the memories I'm giving you actually happened, and yet you continue to entrust your mind to me." He said, his expression darkening. "To be honest, the sheer amount of faith you have in me is frightening."
She drew back involuntarily, and her smile gave way to a concerned frown.
"What brought this on?"
He shrugged. "Just rethinking the current situation. You have to have noticed by now that I'm kind of a shady guy." He chuckled a bit at the jab, but there was no humor in it.
She shook her head. "I don't care. You haven't done anything yet to make me mistrust you, so I'm going to keep giving you the benefit of the doubt."
He narrowed his eyes as she spoke, but didn't reply right away.
"Who's to say I haven't? You give me your mind to play with every week and believe me when I say that it's very easy to remodel things to make them more palatable. Covering my tracks would be easier still."
"Did something happen?" She snapped. "Did you have a bad week or something and you're dealing with it by being creepy? Tell me what you really want to say."
"I'm saying 'don't trust me so readily when you don't know a damn thing about me'."
She groaned and rubbed her temples with her hand.
"Look, can I just go to Swordhaven already? It's been a long day."
He opened his mouth so say something, but then decided against it, and closed his eyes. He drew her face closer to his, and when his eyes opened white and yellow had been replaced by black and red, and she was far, far away from a little inn in Falconreach.
NOTE: Ask me about my Sepulchure headcanons.