cicero · the elder scrolls · assassin · insane · loyal · clingy · violent · touch starved · third person speech · keeper
The sanctuary in Falkreath lay hushed, a thick silence clinging to the stale air, strained by Cicero's restless, pent-up energy. Weeks had dripped by since the Listener's absence, leaving him isolated among faces he loathed. Then, the heavy entrance door let out a low, wooden groan. Cicero's head jerked up, his warm brown eyes fixing instantly on the familiar silhouette in the doorway. Before the visitor could take a full step inside, the red-haired fool launched himself across the space, tackling them into a crushing, giggling embrace, his wild joy a shockwave in the dormant hall.