Ocs

Reyla didn’t bother to hide her eye roll as the black khajiit walked over.  “My favorite little fox! What a pleasant surprise!”

“Not now, J’rakko. I’m working.” 

“ Wonderful, J’rakko can help. Just like old times.”

“Are you FUCKING kidding me!?! What’s the cost? Do I need to sell my soul to Blackbriar for you to work with me?” 

“No, soul selling doesn’t happen until at least working with her for a week. C’mon it’s one night, it will be fun.” 

“You betrayed everything I believed in. I only steal to help people who need it. I am not helping you.” Reyla hissed.

“And so does J’rakko. J’rakko is very poor and always needs help.” J’rakko grinned at Reyla’s emotionless face before sighing.

“Listen, J’rakko can’t get into any private rooms, without his favorite little fox. Reyla won’t leave with a single septim if she does not get help. But if she teams up with the second best thief in Skyrim, we both may leave with something.”

Okay so I don't know fossil pokemon that well so hopefully it turned out decent. And while tyratrum would be her ace because even if I am no expert in combat in the game. Like don't do competitive I know dragons are powerful, but I think her favorite would be Bastidon. Just by looks it feels like it fits her. Bastidon is the shield headed dude and maybe it's just she's a Blade, she needs a shield idk. But I feel like that would be her buddy

“Marc,” Reyla’s voice called out softly as his bed dipped. Her hands grabbed his arm trying to get him to stop hiding his face and look at her. “Marc, I can’t punch who hurt you if you don’t tell me. What is wrong!?”

“I’m fine! Don’t ruin your date on my account!” For a moment there was silence. Marcurio almost thought Reyla left if it wasn’t for the weight beside him.  He felt the bed shift as Reyla crawled on top of him chuckling.

“Oh, my favorite grumpy mage is jealous of the attention I’ve been giving people. That won't be due!” Marc felt her hands move across his body, her hands seeming to search for something until her hands reached one of his pockets. 

“Were you? Oh gods you were just robbing him.” Marcurio groaned.

“Shh, shh.” Reyla whispered her breath touching Marcurio’s neck, revealing the location of her mouth and how close it is to his neck. “I’m just giving back the attention that man cruelly stole from you. Or did you imagine something else? Less criminal.”

“I admit my thoughts weren’t on crime.” Marcurio gasped as he felt a light graze of teeth on his neck.

“Oh, Marc, that’s a horrible mistake. You should always think of crime. I suppose your thoughts strayed from the purity of theft to some more unsavory thoughts.”

Nichole remembered her heart racing after and the room being too loud.  Every voice graded on her nerves like nails on a chalkboard causing her to run out of the wedding soon after.  She felt guilty about it but she couldn’t handle having another meltdown at the wedding.  The phone continued to ring and Nichole was certain it was probably her parents telling her how embarrassing she acted at the wedding.

Nichole groaned as the phone stopped ringing for a second before it started ringing once again.  She sat up planning on shutting it off when she saw that the caller was Farkas.

“Hello”

“NICHOLE! I saw you run out of the church are you okay? Where are you?”

“At my apartment.” Nichole sniffled.

The phone was silent for a moment before she heard Farkas’s voice come through sounding like he was really mad. Probably from her bailing on her sister’s wedding. “Were you crying?” 

“Yeah but I’m fine just with mom and dad showing up.  I’m okay now, just tired.”

“Stay there, I’m coming over.”

“Farkas, I’m fine.  Really. Have fun at the wedding party.” Nichole pleaded figuring she’s not worth the gas money to get to her apartment because of a panic attack.

“I’m coming over.”

Nichole groaned when Farkas said he’ll see her in 15 minutes and hung up.  Nichole went to the bathroom to wipe her makeup off.  Her mascara she put on during the wedding was ruined from the crying earlier, leaving a black trail across her cheeks. Nichole spent the time waiting for Farkas trying to make herself look as okay as possible so he doesn’t get more worried.  He worries too much about someone who is just a bundle of anxiety and self loathing.

Nichole had just switched into pjs and managed to wrangle her curls into a messy ponytail when she heard Farkas knock on the door.

Nichole opened the door to only be scooped up into Farkas’s arms, bridal style. Farkas kicked the door closed behind him before walking to the couch.  “What are you doing!?!” Nichole asked.

“You were crying so I’m going to make you feel better.” Farkas stated matter of factly before reaching for the remote and turning on Nichole’s tv. 

Nichole styled into his chest before mumbling “You don’t have to, I'm fine.” 

Farkas shrugged “ You look fine when you left the wedding, and I want to make sure you're happy.”

Nichole gave up with that realising she’s not going to convince him she’s fine and went back to lying on Farkas’s chest, watching what Evie called the depressing fox movie. 

“Farkas, why do you care so much? I’m just a mess.”

“Nichole your the only friend that I have that doesn’t constant dumb jokes about me and you tend to listen to everything I say.  As far as I’m concerned, you're worth the mess.”  Nichole sat quietly as Farkas played with her hair, wondering again why Farkas is considered the dumb one even though he seems to be the one who always know what to say to make her feel better. 

“Doing what, wrong.” Miarra gently pushed back one of Nichole’s brown curls.

“I don’t know, I just can’t seem to do anything right. I only seem to fail and disappoint everyone. Mom, dad they both hate me! Why do I even try?” Nichole sobbed into her bodyguard’s shoulders, enjoying the feeling of Miaara’s arms wrapped around her, desperately trying to comfort her.

“Nothing, I promise you. You are fine and your parents are at fault. They just can’t see how wonderful you are.” Miaara’s hands gently ran through her hair as Nichole continued to cry.

“But, I’m horrible at being a noble, Miaara! I can hardly talk to people, let alone deal with all the politics.”

Miaara’s hands stilled for a second, so Nichole assumed she was about to agree with all that she said. “Nichole, those nobles don’t deserve you. Why don’t you leave?” Miaara asked.

“Where would I go? I have nowhere else I could run to.” Nichole retorted.

“You can run to me if you wish.” Nichole jerked her head up to look at Miaara to confirm that she just heard Miaara right. Miaara’s hands grabbed Nichole’s face gently.

“Nichole, please leave with me. You deserve better than this.”

“Miaara, I” Nichole started.

“Nichole, you DON’T. You deserve better, Nichole I love you.”