Shiala's toes curled as her feet hanged by the edge of her little dock by the lake Iilinalta. Brynjolf had built it for her few summers back, when he was so eager to show her he was good for more than just larceny. Was it a little wonky? Maybe, but it gave character, he convinced to himself mostly, when Shiala had began to giggle, when the some gaps between the boards were almost comically uneven. She leaned on the rail, her lap covered under a light blanket made from silt strider-silk. A glass of wine and a book she had began to read, but clearly abandoned shortly after. She looked like she was at peace, Brynjolf almost felt sorry for interrupting her. The evening sun warmed his face as he walked towards her. The wood creaked beneath his weight, giving away his presence. As he got close enough he leaned to her, smelling her hair that left a scent of lavender trailing in the air. His favourite. He kissed the back or her head softly. “A septim for your thoughts.” Brynjolf's nose nudged to the nape of her neck as he seated himself next to her. Shiala's eyes found their way to rest to his lips for a moment, before leaning into him and stealing a kiss. Her lips were as soft as ever, a hint of Shadowbanish wine lingered from them. “Thought about the time me first met.” She said to him, a wicked smile tugging on her face. “It was a good night for a thief, robbing an unknown, arrogant lass.” “I meant the first time.” “Oh. That was a great night too.” His smile was coy. “You made many orphans happy that night, myself included.” He paused for a moment again, twirling her hair around his finger. “I'm glad you found me again.” “Mm. I am too.” “Precious little killer.” Brynjolf held his face close to her after their lips departed, his eyes mapped the small freckles of her face. Her nose wasn't powdered, her lashes fluttered in their naturally pale shade against the rays of the dawning sun — how could she hate them so to always hide them under a layer of pigment? She always said the same thing — people stared her enough already. That, he could understand. He himself didn't want to part his eyes off from her. She was his everything now. Though it was nearly the end of the Last Seed, the water of Lake Iilinalta held some warmth. Shiala's feet barely touched the surface. “Dinner's nearly done.” Brynjolf ‘ hand brushed over Shiala's, that rested by her side on top of a book. “Though looking at you, I'm much more interested in dessert right now.” Her fingers twitched under his touch. “Mmh,” her voice lowers into a whisper, “Shall we get right to it, then?” “Impatient lass.” The heat creeped up Brynjolf's neck all the way to his ears. “Come here.” He let his arm wrap around her and pulled her closer to him. Trails of kisses began from her neck, continuing to her chest that exposed itself beautifully from her dress. Impatiently, he scooped her legs to lay on his lap, before picking her up and holding her close to him in his embrace.