#laughable-illusions

You may do this in your own time, there’s no rush💕

"Listener!"

Cicero tugged on their arm insistently. The Listener tried to shrug him off but he clung on. Their vision was unfocused but they kept staring at the books in an effort to read.

It had been days. The Listener hadn't left their desk, thumbing through book after book about the history of the Brotherhood, other famous guilds in history, any religious text that mentioned Sithis. They read everything they can get their hands on out of sheer panic over everything that happened.

Cicero often visited and checked on them between his usual duties. Sometimes he'd stare silently from the other side of the room, observing his Listener while they frantically flipped through the pages. Other times he would plant himself on the corner of the desk to distract them.

The Listener knew he was trying. They appreciated his concern but just couldn't tear themself away from their desk. They were the Listener and the leader of the Dark Brotherhood. It felt like too much pressure on them all the time and if they just kept looking they had to find an answer.

"Listener!" His shrill voice cut through their concentration.

"Cicero -"

"Listen!" Cicero screeched and the Listener finally looked at him; his nose was wrinkled and brows furrowed when he stared at them. "Listen to loyal Cicero!"

"I'm listening my love."

"Humble Cicero lives to serve, but you must allow me to!"

"I just need to -"

"No!" Cicero tugged them to a standing position, pointing down the hall. They swayed a bit, exhaustion ruining their stability. "You need to rest. Now."

The Listener allowed Cicero to usher them toward bed. His hands pressed into their back as if he expected resistence, finally pushing them into bed. The moment they felt the squishy mattress and cool bedding it felt like the fatigue would swallow them up.

"Thank you, Cicero." They yawned, feeling his nimble fingers tugging off their boots.

my dash is cursed in the best way

It's midnight where I am so...idk do with this what you will nfjnvdfk

farkas is just so. large. i simply want to be hugged by him and disappear into his chest.

you're absolutely right he's a great kisser. he's very into kissing you slowly, making sure that you feel every nip of his teeth and tiny movement of his tongue over yours. i also think he'd be really into touching you while kissing; combing through your hair, tracing collarbones, holding your jaw. he feels every little reaction that his kiss elicits from you.

i also think he'd be into seeing tld fight. he's worried before you end up in a fight, always volunteering to be your shield sibling on any mission. but then he sees you slice through half a bandit camp, the camp leader barely dead at your feet before he's kissing you. he's tugging the messy hair away from your face, seemingly ignorant of the blood and sweat.

he would be nice to just. lay atop. like he's sitting by the massive fire in jorrvaskr, half asleep in his chair when you just curl up into him. he's so warm and large and laughs sleepily when he wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. he's gotta be god tier in snuggling.

i think he'd like to touch you. even idly, his arm would be over your shoulders or you'd be holding your hand while doing something else. he adjusts your armor when you're talking to him, he rests his arm around you when you're eating, he holds onto you while he's sleeping.

i feel like he'd be really intense about his feelings. when he tells you that he loves you he means it with his whole ass and heart. you know he feels it just as deeply and sincerely as you do.

*ns fw*

bro i am. imagining.

You're just clutching your side because of some wound, barely conscious and listening to Farkas rip apart the entire encampment of the Silver Hand. You want to get up and help but you're also fairly sure you'll faint if you move too much.

The air is filled with the metallic scent of blood and the tooth rattling sound of metal smacking against metal. It rings over and over until it's drowned out by Farkas's roars. It isn't pretty but it reassures you that he's still standing.

Finally Farkas swoops over you, eyes wide and face spattered in blood. His touch is unbelievably careful when he supports your head. His hand covers yours over the wound, applying a bit more pressure than you have strength for.

"You're hurt." He sounds so concerned despite the open gash on his forehead and the arrow that's deeply imbedded in his bicep. If he notices them he doesn't seem to care. "Let's get you home."

"Farkas wait." He's already standing, heaving you against his chest. It isn't exactly graceful and the jolt sends nasty waves of pain from your side.

"Wait for what?" He snorts and begins walking. You can tell he's limping and wonder how much of the blood coating him is his own. "You to bleed out?"

"You're hurt too."

i appreciate you so much.

farkas potentially losing a bit of his grasp on humanity because he goes so fuckin savage as a wolf??? hunting for days on end and then collapsing and power napping for like 36 hours????? his sharp ass teeth??????????????????? farkas with really sharp, almost too attentive eyes when he's in human form??????? transforming back into a human when he's dead asleep because he doesnt have enough energy to be in wolf form??? all of it.

But during auditions we did a cold read of parts of the script, and there was a monologue for the lead, when I was reading it I realized “hey this sounds like somethingn Cicero would say!”

So I went up on stage and did the entire thing in Cicero-voice…

And now the show is in a week and a half, and guess what…

I’m still using the Cicero voice JSJDKDKD

this is absolutely the sickest thing you could've done bro. how does it feel to 1000% be the coolest person in your entire play?