#ebony dagger

cicero’s wonderful ebony dagger is finished by me, of course…

it took me about five days, completely made of eva foam!!

Flat color bust for @dynamite124 ! Thank you for your support!

The assassin had been sitting in the shadows for nearly an hour before his target had finally returned to her room for the evening. Though he intended to kill her, Cicero still averted his gaze when the maiden stripped her garments off and proceeded to dress in her nightgown. After removing her jewelry and placing it into a strongbox, she braided her hair and secured it with a length of ribbon before twisting it up and off of her neck. Then she climbed into bed and pulled the blankets up before extinguishing the candle in the lantern at her bedside. Cicero had waited patiently for her breathing to slow, a sure sign of unconsciousness. She drifted off to sleep rather quickly, Cicero thought enviously. 

When he was certain she was asleep, Cicero emerged from the shadows. He lifted his dagger silently from it’s sheath and ran a gloved finger along the blade. Freshly sharpened, it was more beautiful than ever to Cicero. He carried it over to the sleeping woman and stood over her for a moment, observing. Her chest rose sharply and then fell with a sigh. Cicero could see her eyes moving behind her eyelids. She was dreaming. Her lips briefly parted and Cicero listened for what sound may come from them, but all he could hear was the dripping. The drips had begun to slow with more time in between. He wondered what she might be dreaming. He felt some compunction at having to interrupt whatever it may be, but he had come for a reason and he set to his task. 

First Cicero lowered himself to her bed, sitting at the edge so his weight would not displace the sleeping maiden. Then he placed a gloved hand over her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open and in the darkness they locked on Cicero’s. He felt her body tense and watched as her eyes grew wide. She began shaking her head as she realized what was happening.

“Silence, my darling,” Cicero cooed, still holding a hand over her mouth. He leaned his weight over her body in such a way that he did not outright pin her, but made it quite obvious that should she try to escape, she would find it difficult to do so. He lifted his hand with the dagger and brought the blade close to the maiden’s neck. Her eyes filled with tears and Cicero could hear whimpers behind his hand. The shuddering, uneven breathing was accompanied by sniffling and the warmth of her tears dripped down her cheeks and onto Cicero’s sleeves. He ignored them.

“Your soul has been called by Sithis himself,” Cicero whispered.. He offered her a warm smile and said, “Cicero is here to guide you to the Void.”

He thrust the dagger down into her chest near her collarbone and held it, keeping his weight on the woman. Her eyes clenched shut in pain and a gasp drew the palm of the glove away from his hand. She exhaled brokenly and he could feel her breath hot on his glove. He drew his hand back from her mouth. He knew she would not cry out. It was too late for her to be saved. She opened her eyes as Cicero dragged the dagger back out. Her chest leapt up with the pain and she did let out a small cry, but when Cicero drove the knife back in again and again, her subsequent reactions became less pronounced. She had lost any will to fight back before he had removed the dagger from the first wound. Her velvet nightgown was soaked through and Cicero watched the golden trim turn crimson as it absorbed her blood. A smile crept across his face as he stood, satisfied with yet another kill. It never got old for him.

I made an Oblivion Blade of Woe for my cosplay at Magfest this year and got it signed by Wes Johnson!!

I made an Ebony dagger for my cutie @mistresstabris