The Girl with the Voice - Brynjolf XIIIAs he rolled over, the partially open window coverings allowed the brightness of the day to filter into the room and directly on to Brynjolf's face. Even with his eyes closed, it was enough to rouse him from his slumber. He opened his eyes slowly, but when his eyes adjusted to the light, Marieka was not there beside him.massivelyattacked
"Mari?" he called, breaking the silence of Honeyside.
"In here," came the reply from the other room.
He sat up quickly, spinning off of the bed to place his feet on the floor. He felt stiff as he did so and reached towards the ceiling to arch his back into a deep stretch. When he peered into the kitchen area, he could see Marieka sitting at the dining table, hunched over it. Padding quietly towards her, he adjusted his bed clothes and almost reached for a fresh tunic until he felt the warmth of the fire still present in the room.
She glanced over at him as he approached and smiled.
"I'd rather you not put on that tunic anyhow, love," she purred. "I enjoy gazing at you
The Girl with the Voice - Brynjolf XIII see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to minemassivelyattacked
You have only been gone ten days but already I'm wasting away
I know I'll see you again, whether far or soon
But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.
"I Miss You", Incubus (Boyd, Einziger, Lance, Kilmore, Pasillas)
Riften just wasn't the same without Marieka around. Somehow everything seemed less bright less vibrant. Yet, it also gave Brynjolf further appreciation for the times when she was around. That didn't help much, however when he contemplated just how long it had been since he last saw her. Was it even really that long this time?
Had his life become so intertwined with this woman that even the hours spent away from her felt like lifetimes?
He sighed as he packed up his goods from the stall and readied himself to head back underground. As he packed the remainder of his "magical" potions into the crate, he sensed someone standing in front of the stall and looked up briefly.
The Girl with the Voice - Brynjolf XISee if I'm breathingmassivelyattacked
Because I'm not sure tonight if I'm alive
Words are demeaning they can't describe
Submerge within the light
Illuminate my night
And let your atmosphere surround me
Submerge within the light all night
'Til we become the sun
"Submerge: 'Til We Become the Sun", Maxwell (Musze)
"It's not that I don't want to go to Winterhold, Marieka. But isn't it a little close to the College?"
She smiled at him then; a smile of reassurance and uncertainty simultaneously. Though it served to make Brynjolf all but forget his concerns about the proximity to the College nonetheless.
"It is close to the College, love," she said. "But it isn't likely at all that Onmund would head into the city for anything. You'll be fine. Besides he doesn't even know who you are."
He looked down at her, taking a step closer and placing a hand at her cheek. "We'll go," he said. "And you're right. I've got nothing to worry about. In any case, I've sworn to protec
The Girl with the Voice - Brynjolf IXI must leave you tonight my lovemassivelyattacked
Remain so faithfully
I must go off to war my dear
The kings await me
I will go so far away
I will always love you
But you knew
'Save Me', The Tea Party (Martin, Chatwood, Burrows)
Brynjolf knew what she told him.
I will likely be gone for a long while. I have much business to attend to, but I will return. And I'll think of you in every waking moment and see you in my dreams
He remembered the look in her eyes the longing that she wanted to fulfill, but had to let stay. That look had been given more than a few times every time they were forced to part. He knew she wanted to stay. Gods, he'd have given everything for her to stay. Though she never could. She had her life, and as intertwined as it was becoming with his own, there were still some things she felt she needed to do on her own.
He tried desperately not to worry about her. He knew