Theives.... theives.... and more theives...

how about you notice the necklace im wearing? and when I walk out of the inn you confront me about it?

Sure

oki, me first or you?

i edited my post to notice the necklace~

oki :3

While you were writing the letter i played with this little moment between my otp and i like the way its coming along, its different from the bit i emailed you because i added detail like im slowly doing to the rest of the backstory, but i figured you could read it on here. Hopefully you like it!!

As Breyela stirred in her bed dreading the day ahead of her, she heard a knock at her door. She slowly got up and went to answerer the door. She opened it to find Alias standing there, he gave her a weird look. She then remembered she was in her extremely see-through nightgown. She quickly put the door in front of her,

“Uh, um what is it?” she said in embarrassment.
“Meet me in the clearing where we first met in thirty minutes.” He gave her one last look up and down with an odd look in his eyes and walked away.

She closed the door and leaned against it with her head in her hand. Stupid! Why on earth would you just open the damn door! She looked in the mirror at her frizzy hair and her white lacy nightgown. She tried to push away the scene from her head and got ready, daggers and all.

She left the house, mounted her horse and went to the woods. She came to the clearing and saw crescent sitting, handsome as always, on a fallen tree in a sort of black tunic will silver buttons and a black hood just barel lettting his golden blond hair streaks peek from underneath. Dismounting her horse, she tied it up onto a low hanging branch in the tree next to her, and went over to him. He saw her approaching him and got up off the mossy stump, causing the hood to fall back, better exposing his face, and foro some reason he was keeping his hands carefully behind his back.

“I’m happy you came.” Alias’s eyes were as beautiful and kind as always, but they had a slight trouble to them behind the usualy gleam.

“Of course. Now may i ask why exactly you asked to meet me?” she said noticing his hands were behind his back, “What is it youre hidding?”
"Your wedding present." He exposed his hands reveal a exquisite black bow with silver vines engraved all over it, then, running back over to the stump, he pulled from behind it a quiver that was a very dark leather and amazingly well crafted.

“How did you. When did you?!” she was in complete awe of the beautiful gift. And even more so by the person who gave it to her.

He looked at her with a grin, and shyly explained himself, “I used a black wooden tree for the bow and carved the vines into it with my dagger, then got a smith to fill the carvings with silver; and the wolf that bit me, I used its pelt to make you a quiver”, he said moving slighting closer so that there was only a foot between them.

“I hope it is to your liking.” He said brushing back his blonde hair away from his handsome face. . “I, I don’t know what to say. Thank you. I love it.” She felt a strong feeling inside herself when she loooked into his eyes, she didn’t know what it was, for she only felt such a feeling in his presence. She stepped closer to him. They were only inches apart now, Her heart was racing "I... I." she couldnt even utter the words.

He stared at her a moment that felt like a beautiful eternity with his kind blue eyes, grabbed her face and pulled his lips to tenetively to hers.

Very cute. Here's a little drabble i was thinking of with Laelette and Xal-Kee.

He heard her high pitched cry of pain before he could register what he saw when he turned around to search for her. It was like being dunked in ice cold water without a chance for his blood to adapt. He felt weighted down and fuzzy headed like he would loose consciousness. He wanted to scream, scream loud with all his strength, call out her name to let her know he's here and she wouldn't have to look so shocked.

Laelette stood in the back, as she always did when covering him as he snuck around to the backs of their enemies to slit their throats. But there was something wrong, so, so, wrong, and it made him wish for a voice.

Laelette staggered until her back hit the stone wall of the bandit hideout they were raiding with Breyela and Khepri. An arrow was pierced through the stupid, stupid girls' shoulder, another impaled her in the gut. Xal-Kee felt his gut wrench. This wasn't suppose to happen, no, no, no! She was his, his stupid girl, his needy little burden that he wanted to keep needy. Because then she couldn't cast him aside like some argonian slave. He wanted her to need him, and she can't need him if she dies.

Somewhere, Khepri is hissing up a storm, calling for the 'kitten'. And then their enemies were dead in a blur and Xal-Kee was running to her. His breton, his charge.

She had slid to the ground and had confused, pained tears in her eyes. He knows this is the first time she's been hurt like this. She was a sheltered noble, she'd never felt what it was like to be stabbed before. Yet here she was, impaled and reaching out to him like a child, calling him 'Kee' as if he could make her feel better....

He wanted to make her feel better, gods, he wanted to take her pain away, stop her tears.

His pale scaled hands hovered over her, even as she gripped his upper arms. Her grasp was so weak.

"K-Kee, it hurts, make...make it s-stop." she sobbed. Xal-Kee's icy blue eyes looked into her helpless face, surely those lovely green eyes of hers was reflecting his own helplessness.

He opened his mouth, he wanted to tell her she would be fine. He had tasked himself with protecting her. Be his damnable throat rejected the very notion of speech and he was left with cupping her face between his hands.

His hands her bigger than hers, everything about his was bigger than her. She was so small, was she always as such?

His thumbs brushed her tear stained cheeks as the panic began to set in. She was so scared.

And then a clawed hand shoved him away from her, Laelette protested, Xal-Kee wanted to as well. But it was Khepri there in his place, and Breyela, laying the smallest of the group down and shouting at each other.

Breyela was ashen, Khepri's tail was fluffed up and her ears flat.

Xal-Kee watched in a daze as they removed the arrows and told him to apply pressure to the wounds to slow the bleeding.

His hands were soaked in her blood as she looks at him with those big, watery eyes of hers. And damn it, it isn't fair! He doesn't know what to do for once--even though he knows how to treat arrow wounds. But everything he knows goes out the window because its her. His stupid, naive, beautiful Laelette. She makes him stupid, possessive, desperate.

He tears his eyes away from her for just a second and maked contact with Khepri. The khajiit's intense teal eyes glow in the dim light.

"She needs a healer of Kynareth. They can heal her best."

Xal-Kee doesn't even have to think, he wraps his only reason for not keeling over in some rats nest, or rich man's slave quarters and bolts for the exit, to their horses. Whiterun was too far away for his liking.

"Kee...Xal-Kee..." Laelette murmured. He looked down at her with a desperate, wild look to his pale blue eyes. A dainty hand strokes at the tender flesh of his neck where his white scales don't cover. He shivers, and curses himself.

"You'll save me, r-right?" she whispers.

He holds her tighter as a response.

Oooook, lets see how this could turn out.

He doesn't know what woke him from his slumber, all he knows is that suddenly, he was bolting up in his bed. His breath heaved heavily as he tried to get a handle on it.

The man could feel it. The gaze of som predator in the darkness of his room. It cause a cold shiver to run down his spine as his sleep addled mind tried to catch up to his instincts. His vision was blurry in the corners, it felt like he was still asleep and dreaming, but a part of him knew he wasn't.

And thats when he was them. Two eyes that glowed in the inky blackness in the far corner of the room, as if they had some kind of light inside them that broke through the night.

Every instinc in him told him to shout for his men, but the gaurd-captain's mind could not connect his thoughts into action. So there he sat, ill at ease and defenseless with not even a shirt to protect his vital organs.

And then the eyes grew closer, he squinted his eyes to find the vague shape of a person. Their steps as silent as death as they walked up to the side of his bed. The nord tensed, his breath caught. There was no way for him to defend himself but with his fists as his two handed ax lay at the end of his bed and he is sure that just the slightest movement from him would set this shadowed figure into action.

Turqiouse eyes, that he could see had a cat like slant to them narrowed.

"Take this as a warning pale-face." the exotic voice hissed from the shadows. The sound so soft, yet rumblely in a way that made him swallow nervously. Like a hiss and a growl, yet distinctly feminine.

"Cease this witch hunt for the Guild Master. The guild may not like to bloody their hands, but I can assure you"

At this the eyes bent down to his level. He could feel the creak of the bed as a hand was set down. But by the gods those eyes.

Wicked and wild and they took up his entire sight. With wide eyes he watched them with baited breath, unsure if the twisting in his gut was fear or something far worse as the intruders voice resonated with him.

"I assure you there are far worse things the guild can do to ruin such an upstanding member of society." she--because yes, that lilt, that pitch--was most definitely female, hissed.

He tried to see passed the darkness of night to see beyond just those eerie, wicked eyes to the face they belong to. But he was no khajiit, he could see nothing.

He nearly jumped out of his skin the moment he felt a hand in his hair, so absorbed was he at the feel of claws and a new shiver that he was unprepared for the cloth pressed harshly over his nose and mouth. He took in a panicked breath, hands shot out to grab the leather clad hand holding the cloth in place. But there must have been some sort of sleeping drought on it, for he felt his vision blur in the corners and his arm began to feel like lead.

"Remember this voice meddler...for if you continue this chase, it will be I who makes sure you regret it until you die."

And it was that voice that haunted his sleep when he succumbed to the sleep drought drenched cloth.

The figure threw the cloth over her shoulder as she stood. Her eyes turned to the night stand and grabbed for the papers and journal there that belonged to the biggest bother to her since Mercer Frey. She stuffed them in her satchel before taking one last look at the nosey guard-captain that has been hunting her for months now.

She turned her nose up at him, a sneer on her face behind her nightingale mask and walked out without even a creak from the door.

The guards posted outside were still out cold, the rest of those in the barracks fast asleep.

Khepri walked out with little issue.

"Stupid man." she hissed as she made her way down the stairs to the cells they held prisoners. "Such a fool to think he could take me on."

The curl of her lips behind her mask that of a vicious predator laughing at the sheer thought of a lamb like him thinking he could actually touch her and her guild.

For months they had played this little game of cat and mouse. But today he took it too far. Involved someone that had no place to be used in this little game of theirs he hadn't realized she had been controlling from the very first time she let him even see the top of her head as she jumped out a window to escape their trap.

Khepri stopped at a cell where tiny sobs echoed out. And her cold heart ached for the poor girl.

"Come Laelette, Khepri finds the prison cells no place for a girl like you."

A head shot out from the dim light, tear streaked and afraid. The moment the bretons eyes fell on Khepri a sob of relief escaped her. The girl ran up to the bars of the cell.

"Khepri, I did good right? I didn't tell them a thing. Oh these men here are just deplorable!"

Khepri reached in through the bars to pat the girls head.

"Poor kitten, do not worry, Khepri will take care of the mice. Let us get you back to Xal-Kee, he is not happy you saved him."

The young woman gave a watery laugh.

Alright so, quick briefing, Alias goes by Crescent because he doesn't want people know his real name, only Breyela and a few close friends even know his real name. and he calls her his moon for cheesy reasons that I will explain later



Walking into the Tavern behind Alias, Breyela looked around the room suspiciously. Still slightly on edge after fleeing her home. She was worried that her fathers men were still hunting them, it had only been a month since they fled her home; and she wasn't planning on ever going back.

Alias looked back at her with a comforting smile, "I promise your safe as long as your with me. This place is guild run, they wouldn't be ale to touch us here even if they tried." he put his hand in hers and gave it a light squeeze. "Now, lets get you that drink I promised."

Pushing away her anxieties for now, she walked up to the bar. The barkeep was a pretty young Nord woman who looked at Alias in a way Breyela did not like.

"Crescent! Haven't seen you in a few months. Been a while since we did any Dibela worship together.."
She stopped and got a much colder tone when she saw Breyela. "Whos this?" she said looking her up and down. Breyela had to fight back every urge to refrain from throw a dagger right at her pretty little face.

"This, is Breyela." he obviously didn't pay attention to the tone in the whores voice, "Hello, Im Rose. Me and Alias go way back."
"So I see. I get the feeling you go way back with alot of people." Breyela said spitefully, siting down on a stool next to Alias making sure to put her hand on his thy where she could see.

Alias, obviously now realizing what was going on, quickly changed the subject. "Can we get two pints of ale please?" he said putting two septims on the counter. Rose glared at her and went behind a small wall to fix their drinks.

Breyela Breathed in deeply, "Ive never been drunk before, and i think tonights as good as any to try it out."
Alias smiled amused but guilty, "Dont let her get to you my Moon, she didn't mean anything to me. I promise you that."

Rose brought the pints to them and Breyela finished it within a few moments before replying, "I'm not. Rose get me another one please."

About eight pints later, Rose wasn't as threatening to Breyela anymore, mostly because she couldn't see her very well. Slipping off her chair, Alias caught her and held her upright, Breyela let out a little giggle. "Next one pleeeeeease!" she said leaning her head on his shoulder,

"Breyela, i think that's good for one night." Alias said tossing some coins onto the bar. "I think its time we went back home." he picked her up easily considering she barely weighed at much as a greatsword. "But I'm having so mush fun! I think I like Rosh, she shweeeeet!" she said slurring profusely over her words.

"Uhuh, well now we're gonna go have fun at home." it was a ten minute walk back to the guild, and Breyela sang loudly the whole way. "Beware! Beware! the dragon born comes! WISH a voice weildin powa and something something else! BEWARE BEWaareeeeeeee!" she let out a tiny giggle.

Setting her down to catch his breath, Alias brushed the hair back away from her face. Looking into his beautiful eyes, she uttered words that she had been too scared to say before that very moment, "I Love you." Alias gave her a joy filled smile and replied, "I love you too my moon." he kisssed her gently on the lips.

Right before he went to pick her up again, she vomited just about everything she consumed earlier, out of her. He held her hair back until she finished and Gently carried her the rest of the way home. Ariving in their room, he eventually after much efort, and an almost steaking incident, he got her into one of his undershirts and she drited off into a peaceful and drunken slumber. He got into his night clothes and curled up beside her before giving her a goodnight kiss. Then soon drifted off himself.

Alrighty! Lets make the coin purse seduction a reality!

Not for the first time he looks upon her feline face, her arched and eerie eyes and the sway of her hips as she stalks towards him and fights the urge to run and hide, or fall to his knee's. Instead he looks on, enraptured and trapped as always whenever the Khajiit looks his way.

Sindri swallows thickly, his adam's apple bobbing. She is so close and this is so very, very public. The argonian bar keep is eying them from across the room with a shake of her head. And he almost screams, pleads for her to help him because oh Talos she's touching him, her hands are uncovered. It was her off time and she isn't dressed in those fine, worn leathers of hers.

She wears a cotton blouse and quilted vest that lifts the valley of her--oh god, no, he isn't looking at them, he isn't!

Sindri shoots his sight to the ceiling and clumsily hits his head on the wall Khepri has pushed him against. She's still looking at him in that way she does that send his heart thumping against his rib cage and leaves his stomach doing flips. He doesn't dare look down at her as she give him that all too familiar smirk. She has him exactly where she wants him and it is both horrifyingly embarrassing and makes him feel things he's never felt before.

"Khepri is curious pale-face," there is a mocking tone to her gods be damned attractive accent. He feels the heat on his cheeks, his neck, he knows she sees it to. His blush is obvious on his pale skin. But he calls him that derogatory name anyways, a payback for all the slurs he's called her since learning she was Khajiit.

"I wonder what your precious followers would think if it got around you spend your free time following around Khajiit women all day?"

He grits his teeth and glares down a her, he curses the damned woman.

"I do not--"

"The Bee and Barb is under Khepri's control. Keerava reports any unusual activity to my people." the spotted Khajiit hissed, though it wasn't threatening. "She has mentioned a man coming in, always at this time and staring at her Khajiit customers."

Sindri tries to hold back a shudder as the hand holding him down by his chest as it crawls up, he can feel her claws through his own tunic. The brush of her soft fur as it cups his neck. His blush deepens as her claws scrape the back of his neck harmlessly.

Her eyes twinkle is some devious emotion when he bites his lip to keep a pathetic sound from escaping and shudders, as always when she dares to touch him.

"Tell me, were you waiting for Khepri, or have you simply found something to crave?" she murmurs.

Sindri doesn't answer, can't answer. She's closer than ever, her body pressed against his as she stands on the tips of her toes to reach his face. Her scent of leather and pine overriding all thought. His mouth is left a gape and unable to find the words to answer.

Her gaze is overwhelming.

He doesn't know why he was here anymore. She does this too him. Makes him lost for words, all manners and common sense. Control is foreign to him, she plays him like a lute and he has no idea how to fight it.

"I-I...uhhh..."

She chuckles and he feels it down to his very core. He feels hot, everything is too hot. He breaths in nothing but the scent of pine and leather.

"Cat got your tongue, Sindri?" she purrs, purrs.

His skin is on fire he feels an uncomfortable feeling and the mortification shows on his face.

There is a distinctly satisfied look on Khepri's face, her lips twitch into that devious, amused smirk before their is a yank a his belt--a strangled whimper does escape him this time--and then a jingle of coin.

Suddenly Khepri is not there invading his space, the air is clear of her intoxicating scent.

Her back is to him as she holds up a familiar coin purse and all his good sense returns to him. He should shout at her, arrest her. But all he can do is hold himself up with the wall at his back.

"Poor Guard-Captain, Khepri has no pity for men who loose themselves to a pretty face." she mocks. She turns her face away and all he can do is watch her walk. That teasing sway to her hips he is as familiar with as his familiars great axe. And just as always, he is left watching, transfixed and hot, and 100% ruffled.

When the twice damned thief is out the door and the bar keep--Keerava he recalls--sets down a bottle of ale with what he thinks is a pitying look on a nearby table, he smacks his head on the wall with a groan.

Yet again, the woman he's vowed to bring in for justice has left him a panting mess and he has no one else but himself to blame.

Alias lead the way into a cramped bar with Breyela close on behind him. They were on a job for the Guild together as they usually were, and needed to ask a dark elf named Runensi a few questions about their mark. Finding him sitting at a table in the far back corner they approached him, Alias had dealt with him before and knew he would help if given the right offer.

The Dark elf looked up at them, "Ahh Guild master Crescent, what an pleasant suprise..." his eyes quickly flicked from him to Breyela, "I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting this fine creature. Who are you?"

"Breyela." she replied trying not to say more to the replusive mer than needed be, "A beautiful name to fit an even more beautiful woman."

Breyela blushed slightly, "Err, umm. Thank you. But we didn't come here for compliments, we came to ask you about a man named Nothrasi. He owes our client an awful lot of money and we need leverage for him to give it back." Alias loved wathing Breyela work, she was much better at perswaing people than him. She made it look so easy.

"I may know something, but i cant just give that information up for free." he looked her up and down, Alias was not liking the way he was looking at her but tried to push the feeling away and let her do her thing.

"I figured as much, i have a deal to make. I heard you're in debt to the Inn keeper here due to a few too many poker games, we'll clear that debt up for you." the Mer contemplated the deal,

"I think i have something better. How about you and I have a few drinks together? I'll feel more comfortable giving up said information if i get to know you and your pretty face a bit more." his eyes werent even looking at her face at this point.

Annoyed, Breyela rolled her eyes "Excuse me?" before the elf could reply, Alias spoke up, "I swear to the eight if you dont bite your tongue, I will personally remove it from your mouth." his fist was balled up tight and ready to knock the elf square in the jaw.

"Come now Alias, you cant keep all the pretty ones to yourself. You should share a bit, I just want her for the night, then you can have the wench back in the morning." that was it, not even a split second later Alias had punched him several times in the face.

Eventually Breyela pulled him off and was screaming at him all the way out the door, he didn't really hear what she said because he was too busy trying not to go back into the bar and finished the stupid mer off, but he knew she was furious

"Why on earth would you do that! I had everything under control and you had to go and let your masculinity get in the the way!" he thought she was adorable when she was mad considering she was only about five foot tall and about as menacing as a door mouse,

"You realize he was a very important contact for us! And now that's all out the window just because you got Jealous! you know sometimes you need to-" Alias interrupted her by giving her a passionate kiss, she smacked him at first but then gave in when he grabbed her face in the way that always made her melt.

Pulling away, Breyela looked up at him "That's not always going to work you know. You cant just kiss your way out of an argument " he didn't believe her, "It worked that time." he didn't regret anything, no one talked about his moon that way, even if he was an important contact.