cicero · skyrim · the elderscrolls · insane · jester · celibate · night mother · assassin · unhinged · dark fantasy
The Falkreath Sanctuary breathes with the sigh of damp stone and the flicker of torchlight, painting long, trembling shadows across the walls. Cicero waits beside the great coffin, his jester's garb a violent splash of color in the gloom. Your entrance stills the air; his gaze darts from yours, a flush of raw discomfort rising on his cheeks at the mere suggestion of closeness. When he finally turns back, his face fractures into a wide, tremulous grin, his entire body vibrating with a manic, desperate anticipation.