A/N Look, I'm not dead! I've just been working on a different fic in the Flash universe. I hope you enjoy this little story!
Brynjolf was confused, a state that he had found himself in too often for his likening for the past week. For the life of him, he couldn't understand what was wrong with the lass. She had been avoiding him for the past few days, never speaking to him and rarely even staying in the same room with him for long. It was starting to worry him.
They had been together for about a year now, and he was worried that he had done something to screw it up. The idea that he had somehow pushed her away was almost too painful to bear. His lass was, well, she was perfect. She was without a doubt one of the best thieves he had ever seen, she had a witty remark ready almost before you finished speaking, and she was a good leader. To lose her would kill him. That was why Brynjolf was on his way to talk to Delvin. The Breton would know what to do.
The Flagon was as rowdy as ever and the ale was flowing freely, but Brynjolf paid it no mind. He strode right over to Delvin's table and sat across from the man, who was sitting alone watching the others in the Flagon with amused eyes.
Brynjolf opened his mouth to speak, but Delvin cut him off saying, "She's gone, Bryn."
For a few moments, Brynjolf was too stunned to speak. "Gone?" he croaked out, "Why?"
"I don't know, mate. She gave me this to give to you before she left." Delvin told him solemnly as he handed him a folded unfolded the paper with trembling hands and read it.
Brynjolf, I hope I haven't worried you too much. I told Delvin not to be dramatic, but I have a feeling that he didn't listen. I have left notes like this one with a few different people around town. Some of them know they have one, and some of them don't. Follow them and they will lead to where I am. Now for the clue, In the place we first met I spoke to her before your emerald eyes had caught mine.
"I am going to kill you, Delvin. Slowly and painfully." Brynjolf told the Breton in front of him in a threatening tone. Brynjolf had thought that the lass had left him for good! Delvin only laughed and Brynjolf turned away to find the next clue.
He found it with relative ease. He had met the lass in the marketplace on a warm summer day. She had been speaking to Marise about some ice wraith teeth before he had caught her eyes with his own. That day had forever changed his life. He slipped his fingers into Marise's pocket and withdrew the note.
In the place where we first kissed in the pouring rain. She wasn't there, and I am still convinced that you set the whole thing up.
Brynjolf chuckled softly at that as he made his way to the Riften graveyard. It was the place where they had first kissed. She had hurt herself while out on a job, and Brynjolf had found her limping back to the Cistern in the rain. He had picked her up and carried her the rest of the way. They had been in the graveyard when a flash of lightning lit up her face and Brynjolf just couldn't stand it anymore. He had kissed her softly in the rain and time had seemed to stand still. Then she had slapped him.
Brynjolf chuckled again and walked over to where Nura was tending to the shrine of Talos. His lass was good friends with Nura, so he figured that the priestess knew that she had a note for him. She did and handed it over after he had asked nicely.
The next few notes led him all around the town, seeking the next ones. Some of the people knew that they had a note, like Maven Blackbriar, who had rolled her eyes when he had asked for it. Some of them didn't, like the smith Balimund, who was hard to pickpocket when sitting on a bench. Now Brynjolf had the last note in his hand.
You found them all, Bryn. This is the last one. I hope you didn't take too long because things like this only last for so long. I am down by the place where you first said, "I love you." Hurry.
Brynjolf obeyed and took off running through the gates of Riften. It wasn't far to the place that his lass was talking about, but it seemed like ages. He ran through the woods, his feet knowing where to go with no need of guidance. The clearing where he had first told the lass that he loved her. The clearing where she had done something that he had never dared to dream of. The clearing where she had told him that she loved him too.
He walked into the clearing and gasped softly at the sight before him. His lass, his beautiful lass, was laying on her back looking up at the sky. Her deep golden hair spread out around her head like a halo in stark contrast to the shadowy armor of the Guildmaster that she wore. It was perfect.
Stepping slowly, he walked over to her and lay down at her side. Staring up at the sky, he saw that it was getting darker. As he watched, the sun began to set, and red-orange rays of light filled the forest and made the trees seem as if they had burning fire for leaves. It was beautiful. A minute later, it was gone, and the forest began to grow dark.
"You found me, Bryn." his lass whispered softly, still looking up at the sky.
"Aye, I'll always find you, lass. You can't hide from me for long," he replied.
His lass rolled over to face him. "Good," she said simply and kissed him softly on his lips. She began to draw back from the kiss, but Brynjolf captured her lips with his again and kissed her more deeply. When the kiss broke, his lass smiled at him in that way that melted his heart. "Happy anniversary, Bryn."
A/N I hope you liked this fiction! Please comment with ideas for me or reviews!