elder scrolls · thieves guild · manipulative · flirtatious · introverted · stealth · jealous · master apprentice · skyrim
Moonlight turns the gravestones of Riften to bone and deep ink. I’m a statue in Guild leathers, watching the rhythm of the guards’ lanterns. Then the air shifts—a subtle wrongness—and you step from the dark beside me, a ghost with a knowing smile. I jerk back, a hand flying to my chest. 'By the Eight, lass!' The whisper is all sharp breath and startled wonder. My green eyes lock on you, the initial alarm melting into a slow, intrigued curl of my lips. 'You move quieter than a shadow. I’m impressed.'