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“Hey” 

A voice pulled Jo’kir back from the void. The Khajiit opened his eyes and lifted his head up to see an Agronian; who was standing to his side over him.

“Is there anything I can get for you, land-strider? A bottle of Black-Briar mead perhaps?”

“Sure...” Jo’kir rubbed his eyes, trying to rid himself of drowsiness. “Is there any chance you have anything sweet?” 

The Argonian chuckled, “I’ll see what we have, ”

The Khajiit turned back towards the fireplace. He stared into the embers with his orangish, yellow eyes, losing focus. The traveler felt his eyelids get heavy once again; he was losing the battle of keeping them open. Being on the road and sleeping uncomfortably on the ground were starting to catch up to him.

The world began to fade away as Jo’kir started falling forward off his chair, but before he could cross the threshold, Talen-Jei sat down beside him; the sound of his wooden chair scraping on the floor startled the Khajiit awake.

“Here is your mead. We also happen to have some sweet rolls on hand,” Talen-Jei offered him his mead and dessert. “Here.”

Jo’kir’s ears perked up at the word “sweetroll” as he turned up towards the Argonian. He opened his eyes wide with excitement; The feeling was short-lived as he realized he should contain himself and act with more dignity. He pursed his lips tight, stuck his nose up a hair and gave a curt “Thank you.” 

Jo’kir hid the depths of his ecstasy as he took a bite from the sweetroll. He grabbed the mead from the bartender, and took a much needed swig.

“My name is Talen-Jei by the way. What is yours?”

“Jo’kir. Nice to meet you.”

“You seem weary. Have you been on the road long?” the Innkeeper inquired.

Jo’kir looked up at the Argonian more attentively as he sat down.

“This one is a lifelong wanderer. He explores–”

A metal tang pierced through the Khajiit’s sentence. The two quickly looked over to the origin of the sound; a mug was knocked off a table across the inn. Everyone in the bar stared curiously at what appeared to be the beginning of a fight between two inebriated nords. Everyone gathered around the spectacle.

“Hey, Talen. Get off your lazy tail and break up that fight before they ruin our inn!” a dusty-colored Argonian female exclaimed from behind the bar.

“Yes, my love.”

The green Argonian walked over to crowd, stepping into the arena. “Boys, boys, can we take this outside befo...Urk!” A wild punch that connected with his cheek, knocking Talen-Jei to the ground. 

“Talen!” The Argonian female rushed over to Talen-Jei and helped him hold himself up with his elbow on the ground. He held his cheek in pain. “I’m alright Keerava.”

Jo’kir stood up once he saw Talen-Jei get knocked to the ground. More people were trying to entering the fight now as fists and elbows alike were being thrown around the entire bar.

The Khajiit looked around trying to figure out if there was some way he could still the crowd. 

Shit, what should Jo’kir do? At this rate the whole bar could be destroyed. Think think think…

Ah, Jo’kir knows!

He stretched out his palms toward the crowd and closed his eyes. The traveler took a deep breath in through his nose, and exhaled through his mouth. A purple glow radiated from his palms as well as his eyes. Jo’kir felt the energy flowing through him and sent it out of his palm towards the fighting. Everyone’s face in the crowd went from gritted teeth to dead-straight stares for a moment before everyone snapped out of it and shook their heads. 

“I’m so sorry Talen-Jei!” The nord who punched him, apologized. “Are you alright?”

Talen-Jei was shocked by the quick change in their demeanor. “I-I’m fine.” he said, scratching the back of his head. “Just keep your petty fights out of my inn from now on. I’ll be putting the cost of our broken chairs and plates on your tab as well if you don’t mind” He chuckled while still holding his cheek.

“N-Not a problem at all! Sorry again…”

Jo’kir watched as Keerava helped Talen-Jei get to his feet and sat him down in the chair by the fire next to him. “Let me run in the back and try to find a healing potion, I’ll be quick.” Keerava said gently as she scurried towards the backroom.

“Thank you Keerava.”

“Are you alright, scaled-one?” Jo’kir asked.

“Yeah, I’m alright. It just stings. Was that you by the way? Did you do something to stop the fighting?” The Argonian questioned.

“I…helped them realize they were being idiots.” 

Talen-jei started laughing at his response, “Well thank you for that. That was impressive.”

His warm laughter got Jo’kir to laugh as well. 

“You’re welcome.”

Keerava returned and had Talen-Jei drink a health potion. He drank it in one gulp and shivered as he swallowed. “Eugh. You know I hate these things” he said in disgust.

“I know Talen, but doesn’t your face feel better already?” Keerava asked.

Talen-Jei gave in. “Yes ‘Rava, it does. Thank you, my love.”

“Good, I’m going to get back to serving customers. Sit down for a bit and rest, but not for too long.”

Keerava hurried over towards someone calling for her across the bar.

“I love that woman.” Talen-Jei said to himself, watching his lover take an order from a guest. 

“How long have you known each other?” The Khajiit asked.

“I met her when I wandered into Riften a few years ago.” Talen-Jei explained as he watched the fire. “I’ve been smitten with her ever since; I’m actually planning on asking her to marry me, but there is a snag.”

“What seems to be the problem?” Jo’kir asked as he took a sip of his now warm mead.

“In Black Marsh, tradition dictates we present a potential mate with a unique wedding ring to represent our future bond. I just need three flawless amethysts to complete the ring…” Talen looked at the fire with sadness in his eyes, “Money is tight right now so, it’s just a dream.” 

Jo’kir thought for a moment.

“Tell you what Talen-Jei. If in my adventures I ever come across any amethysts, I’ll bring you some.” Jo’kir said playfully, trying to cheer up the Argonian.

“That’s kind of you Jo’kir. I will be eagerly awaiting that day.” Talen smiled. “Tell me, do you have anyone special in your life?”

“No, with Jo’kir being constantly on the move and traveling on the road, It makes it hard to even have friends, let alone something more.” Jo’kir dismissed the thought, chuckling.

“Must get pretty lonely, traveling alone. I can’t imagine my world without Keerava. I hope you can someday find someone who you cherish.” Talen-Jei sympathized.

“The thought hasn’t really plagued Jo’kir” The Khajiit pondered, scratching his chin.

“Fair enough friend. One day, you’ll meet that person, I’m sure of it.”

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“Hey.” A far away voice called. 

The earth itself felt like it was being shaken to its core. 

“It’s time for the morning announcements. Get up.”

Veezara slowly opened his eyes. He turned over, saw the red figure swiftly leave his room and round the corner. It must have been Nazir, the Redguard, who had woken him from his slumber.

Veezara sat up, swung his legs out of bed, and placed them on the floor. He started massaging his temples. “Oh boy, another day in the life.” He said to himself jokingly. The Argonian stood out of bed, put on his black and red uniform, and started heading for the common area.

I’m probably late.

Veezara was walking down the stairs where he saw the group of assassins forming a circle in the commons, a thing they do every morning for their daily meetings. The Argonian attempts to sneak behind a rock pillar to join the group. His attempt fails as Astrid notices his tail following him behind the pillar. “Nice of you to finally join us, Shadowscale. I take it you slept well?” She says in her typical sultry and sarcastic tone. 

Shit. She’s good.

The rest of the group turns and looks his way as he steps out from behind the pillar and takes his spot in the circle.

“My apologies, Astrid.” Veezara says as he scratches the back of his head. He knows any more of a response would prompt Astrid to further ridicule him.

Nazir began the meeting. “Now that we are all here, I want to start by saying Astrid and I have seen how hard you all have been working and that it is appreciated. Tensions are high in Skyrim with the ongoing war between the Imperials and the Stormcloaks, and we believe this is causing further pressure on your average citizen. This added pressure is pushing citizens to take more… aggressive actions on those they believe wronged them. Because of this, there has been an influx of contracts over the past weeks and we have been spread thin as it is. Astrid and I were discussing potentially bringing in some new blood to help us out.”

Astrid wants a new recruit huh? We haven’t had a new member since…Gabriella, and that was what felt like eons ago. A new member would definitely liven things up around here, Sithis knows we need it. Everyone here is too serious, no one knows how to have fun.

“I think—” Veezara was about to offer his opinion when Arnbjorn cut him off.

“While it has been busier,” Arnbjorn contended, “I don’t think having a whelp who's wet behind the ears is the best choice. It would only slow us down” he argued in his gruff tone.

“While in the short run it may slow us down, dearest, it will be more beneficial in the long run. We are the last remaining Dark Brotherhood sect we know of and we need to ensure our legacy by bringing in new members.” Astrid explained.

“ I think, ” Veezara emphasized, scowling at Arnbjorn for interrupting him. “That would be a great idea to bring in someone new.”

“I for one would just love to have a new face around here. A new playmate would be soooo much fun.” Babette said, her childish frame belying a more mischievous intent.

Astrid continued, “As of today, I’m ordering everyone to be on the lookout for potential recruits while on your missions. Be on the lookout for thieves, mercenaries, anyone with skills suitable to our line of work. After recruiting them, test their skills. Vet them. Make sure they have the stomach for what we do.”

“Bah!” Festus remarked, swinging his hand in objection.

“You all heard Astrid. Do as she has asked.” Nazir took back control of the conversation. “Now, let’s move on to the fun stuff…Veezara?” Nazir was looking at the Argonian.

“Yes Nazir?”

“How would you feel about taking a trip to Riften?”

—

“The city is just up ahead. We’ll be arriving shortly. How are you holding up back there?” the carriage driver asked.

“Oh, I’m just peachy.” Veezara responded as he lit a torch in the pitch black of night.

The Argonian pulled out the scroll containing his contract and it’s details and unrolled it. “Name: Torbir. Race: Nord. Occupation: Works for the Black-Briar meadery in Riften.” 

Veezara raised his eyebrow. “Reason for contract: cheated on his wife with a younger woman. Client: The wife.” He chuckled. “An all too familiar situation.” He shook his head and rolled up the scroll.

The carriage pulled over to the stables just outside the city gate. The Shadowscale expertly jumped out over the side of the carriage and stretched his arms out above his head. 

“That’ll be 50 septims.” The carriage driver stated. 

“Thanks.” The Argonian said as he dropped the coins into the driver's palm.

“Thank you. Do you need directions to the local inn?”

“I know where it is, thank you though.” Veezara responded.

Veezara said farewell to the carriage driver and walked past the guards tending to the gate. They both eyed him up like he was trouble. Veezara waved past them with a smile, “Evening gents.”

The Argonian made his way into town and followed the familiar street to the center where the Inn resided. Dimly lit torches illuminated the path to the Bee and Barb.

I wonder who will find a new recruit first? Also what will they be like? Hopefully it’s at least someone attra—

Veezara swung open the doors to the inn.

“Welcome to the Bee and…” Talen-Jei stopped himself mid-sentence once he saw the new guest.

“Talen-Jei my friend, how are you?” Veezara strolled over to the bartop Talen-Jei was behind, washing mugs.

“Veezara, long time no see. Pull up a stool.” Talen-Jei motioned Veezara to take a seat.  Veezara noticed the bar area was now fairly empty as it was late, besides one lone soul warming himself up by fire. He took a seat at the bar as directed.

“Tell me, are you here for pleasure or…business?” quizzed the innkeeper.

Veezara heard fabric shuffling to his left. He snapped his neck in the direction of the sound and could have sworn he saw the figure by the fire’s ears pop up and ruffle his hood.

He threw an arm around Talen-Jei. “Why don’t we talk somewhere a little more…private,” Veezara said while leading him to the back room.

“You know me, Talen-Jei. I need some information.” Veezara hushed his voice and the bartender did the same “Alright. But would you keep your business away from my business this time?”

Veezara laughed.  “Of course Talen-Jei, you know you make me apologize for that every time I’m in town.”

Talen-Jei gave in. “Very well. Who do you need to know about?”

“Torbir. I have all I need except for where he is right now.”

“His wife actually kicked him out recently. Word on the street is he has been renting out Honeyside for the time being; it’s that place on the corner just behind the Inn actually…Wait, don’t tell me she was the one who put a target on his head.” Talen-Jei chuckled.

“My lips are sealed.” Veezara said playfully while motioning his lips being zipped shut. “Thank you Talen-Jei. I’ll be off then.” 

The two Argonians walked out into the main area of the inn. Veezara looked over to the fireplace and noticed the hooded figure was gone. “Hey Talen-Jei, your last patron must of dine-n-dashed.”

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Veezara went into stealth-mode as he left the Inn. It was complete darkness outside; perfect for the Shadowscale. He became one with the shadows, and headed for Honeyside.

When he came to the house, he figured he’d see if the front door was unlocked. He twisted the knob but it did not budge. Man , before the war started, people left their doors unlocked all the time he recalled to himself. 

The assassin heard footsteps approaching. The entrance to the house was right on the street in the light where there was nowhere to hide. With quick judgment, Veezara decided his best option was to hop up on the roof, out of the passerby’s sight. 

He ran towards the corner of the house, and jumped onto and up off the wall, using it to propel himself higher so that he could reach the roof. He caught on and hoisted himself up just before the footsteps owner turned the corner. It was a city guard patrolling the streets. Veezara though he heard the guard humming the tune of “Ragnar the Red.” The city guard’s torch burned brightly, but luckily he did not look up in Veezara’s direction; not that he would have seen the master assassin anyway.

When the coast was clear, Veezara hopped back down and saw that a window on the side of the house was cracked open. That’s odd. It’s awfully humid out, I’m not sure why someone would leave their window open at a time like this. But hey, I’m not complaining, the Shadowscale thought to himself.

Lucky for Veezara, the window brought him into the kitchen, which was a few tail lengths away from the master bedroom. 

Well this has been fairly painless so far, besides the long and boring trip here. Maybe I’ll stay in Riften for a few days and relax before heading back to the hideout, the Argonian thought again to himself. 

Now. Time for the finale.

Veezara lightly stepped over to the bed where the soon-to-be victim lay snoring. He noticed there were a few empty mead bottles on the end table. This poor fellow wouldn’t have been able to hear anyone sneaking up on him. Not even Festus with his old creaking bones.

The shadowscale crept up behind the sleeping nord, placed a hand over his mouth, and slit his throat expertly as he has done countless times in the past. The victim’s eyes grew wide with terror as he looked back at Veezara, but the only sound coming from him was the sound of blood pooling out his wound. 

The job was done.

Veezara put his dagger back in it’s holster. Suddenly, he heard something from behind him; a creaking sound of someone stepping down on old wood. The Argonian quickly turned around and saw a hooded Khajiit in the doorway with a look of terror on his face. 

“Shit.” Veezara said under his breath.

Veezara noticed the Khajiit had a dagger on his hip but instead of reaching for it, The Khajiit turned around and bolted for the door. Veezara leapt up and tackled him from behind. The two tumbled on the kitchen floor but the Argonian was the first to recover. He straddled the Khajiit to keep him in place, put one hand on his mouth and with the other he pressed his blade into the cat’s neck. Veezara watched a torch pass by the windows. It was most likely a guard; Veezara guessed that by the calm pace of the torch, it seemed likely the guard didn’t hear the commotion.

The Shadowscale looked down at the Khajiit holding his eyes shut expecting his end to come. Veezara noticed Jo’kir had a scar on his nose that looked like it came from a claw swiping at his face from the side. 

Huh, that’s similar to the scar that I have running down my cheek, he thought. Veezara felt compelled to touch it. Something about the fact that this person had such a scar on his face as well seemed…

Intimate.

The Khajiit slowly opened his eyes to reveal two bright orange and yellow eyes. It reminded the Argonian of the sunrise, expelling darkness from over the horizon. They were quickly scanning the Argonians face, and his gaze locked on to Veezaras.

The Khajiit with flattened ears, stared up at the Argonian. He looked up expectantly in a way that looked…Cute? Veezara felt the blood leaving his head.

With the position I’m in, if this was a different situation I would—

“Uhh…why are you staring at this one like that?” The Khajiit’s voice was muffled by the assassin’s hand.

Veezara brought himself back down from his fantasy. 

“Y-You know, it’d be easiest for me if I just slit your throat here and leave you to choke on your own blood.” The Shadowscale did his best to sound intimidating though he cringed on the inside at the statement’s corniness. Thankfully the Khajiit looked too scared to feel anything but fear anyway. 

“I’m going to raise my hand slowly, and you are going to calmly tell me why you are here. Call for a guard, and I will end your life, that is a promise.” That was actually pretty good, he thought.

He slowly lifted his hand from the Khajiit’s mouth.

“J-Jo’kir overheard you t-t-talking at the bar with Talen-Jei.” The Khajiit whimpered, “This one then decided to come here first and see what you were up to.”

“So you’re not working alone?” The Argonian looked up and tried scanning for anyone who might be nearby looking to save their accomplice. “Where is Jo’kir?...And who are you then?! Are you an assassin from Elsweyr?” he questioned demandingly.

“This one, uhh…” The Khajiit points to himself. “Jo’kir. This one isn’t working with anybody. It’s just who you are pinned on top of now.” The Khajiit tried clearing the air. “This one is not an assassin, if he was, he wouldn’t have made a sound and you would be dead already, yes?”

“Oh…you are Jo’kir. Sorry. The way you Khajiit talk still confuses me at times.” Veezara let his intimidation slip. “And yeah, that would have been pretty amateurish of you.”

“Sorry? You said…sorry to…me…?” The Khajiit looked at the assassin confusingly.

Shit . Veezara thought. Why would you say sorry to someone when you are on top of him and are literally threatening to end his life? Also, why is that look he’s giving me so—

“Look. I’m going to get off you, and we are going to sit down and have a civil discussion okay?”

“A-Alright” said the Khajiit.

X

What does Jo’kir have to say to get out of here alive? Jo’kir thought to himself. Is it better to be honest or should he lie and say something like he just happened to…stumble…into. this. place…

The Argonian motioned to a chair for Jo’kir to sit down in. The assassin pulled up another chair right in front of the Khajiit, cornering him. Jo’kir tried making himself as small as possible in his chair while the mysterious man was sitting with his elbows on his knees and leaning forward towards him.

“I take it you didn’t just overhear my conversation with Talen-Jei. When we went into the backroom to talk, I figure you were eavesdropping on us?” The assassin questioned. His voice was coarse yet smooth, like sand.

Jo’kir hesitated, but decided to go with the truth. If he were to die, he would at least die an honorable man. “Y-Yes. As soon as you walked in, Jo’kir noticed you had a..presence about you. Jo’kir heard you two talking at the bar and he decided to…continue listening as there were no other patrons in the bar. When Jo’kir heard where you were going he decided it would be best if he got here first to see what you were planning. This one figured you were just a house burglar or something so Jo’kir was going to watch you and then report you to the guards.”

The assassin looked down at his shoulder and brushed some dirt off of it. “...Do you see these clothes I’m wearing?” The Argonian asked. The Khajiit lifted his eyes from the floor and looked at the Argonians clothing.

“This is the uniform of the Dark Brotherhood, a group of notorious and skilled assassins. I also happen to be a Shadowscale; born and bred specifically to be a killer from the moment I hatched. You sure were very unlucky to take an interest in me.” The Argonian chuckled.

He…laughed? It’s like he isn’t taking this seriously, the Khajiit thought. “Yes…Jo’kir agrees he is unlucky.”

“How did you get into this house?” The Argonian asked, suddenly serious. He was now staring back into the Khajiit’s eyes. “Was it through the same window I went through?” The Argonian was quickly shifting his gaze from one of Jo’kirs eyes to the other, like he was having trouble focusing. It made Jo’kir feel... 

Vulnerable.

“N-No. Jo’kir came through the front door, it was unlocked.” Jo’kir couldn’t take the heat of making eye contact with his captor and shifted his gaze to the ground. “This one decided it would be best to lock the front door, open a window, and hide in the kitchen out of sight to see what you would do.” 

The Argonian looked speechless. “…Wow.” The assassin composed himself. “That was some instinct. I almost want to commend you on your quick thinking and sneaking abilities.” The interrogator leaned in closer.

“What do you do for a living?” He continued his line of questioning. 

“I explore caves and ruins. I sell artifacts and other things I find.”

The Shadowscale intertwined his fingers and placed his hands over his mouth. “Tell me Jo’kir. Have you ever killed anyone?”

The Khajiit was taken back by this question. What was the interrogator’s game? Why ask such a thing?

“Of course he hasn’t. Does he look like a killer?” Jo’kir asked, almost offended at the question.

“No. But judging by the scar you wear on your face you must have fought to survive at one point. At least, that’s where my scar came from.” The Argonian tilted his head to the right so Jo’kir could see the old wound on his captors left cheek more clearly. That scar looks almost like mine…

There was a moment of pause.

“I’m going to make you a deal Jo’kir.” The Argonian adjusted himself and was now sitting with one leg crossing the other. “You have some skills, that is apparent, and it just so happens my little group is looking to expand and bring in another member…” 

Veezara smiled, “You can either join me, or I will end your story here. What do you say?”

“...What? You want Jo’kir to become an assassin?!” The Khajiit said in disbelief. “Jo’kir doesn’t kill people . He’s not a bad person. Besides, he doesn’t like people! Jo’kir couldn’t do what you do. He doesn’t want to do what you do.”

“You don’t like people? Tell me more about that.” The Argonian coaxed.

“What are you Jo’kir’s therapist now?” He was becoming flustered. “This one has been hurt before by people they were close to. Jo’kir chooses not to be close with people anymore. Satisfied?” Jo’kir stood up from the chair and clenched his fists. Why is this stupid lizard trying to pry me open anyway? What’s his game?

“I apologize if I struck a nerve. I’m just trying to learn more about my new recruit.

“What do you mean your ‘new recruit?’” Jo’kir made air quotes around the words. “Jo’kir isn't going with you!”

“Ah…so you choose death then.” The assassin sighed and looked down, wearing a sad expression; something about it seemed almost playful.

“N-N-No wait a minute. Why can’t you just let this one go?” The Khajiit pleaded.

“My orders were to eliminate that nord quietly. Meaning: no witnesses. I like to believe I’m good at my job and I’m not taking the chance to ruin my reputation over some cute—uh…some curious cat.”

Jo’kir felt like he didn’t hear that correctly. “Wait. What was that you said?” Jo’kir swore he heard “ cute ”, but needed clarification.  

“Look.” The Argonian continued, ignoring his question. “You’re either coming with me to join my brotherhood, or you’re going to whatever God you pray to. Those are your only two options.”

Jo’kir looked over to the nord in his bed. Blood was pooling around the man, soaking into the mattress.

The Argonian spoke in a sympathetic tone, “I understand not everyone is born to be a killer like I was. I’ve seen how hard it can be for someone to kill. But—I’ll teach you the ins-and-outs of being an assassin. Eventually, you’ll become numb to it and might even find joy out of the job.” 

Find joy out of the job? Joy out of killing someone? Jo’kir couldn’t understand that statement. 

He thought through his options. 

Jo’kir doubts he can run. He tried that already. As for fighting…this one would lose in a heartbeat. Magic maybe? Jo’kir doesn’t have anything applicable. There is Calm but it’s used to take the aggression out of people and this Argonian isn’t aggressive, heck, he’s even…Understanding?

Jo’kir shook his head in defeat. “Since my only other option is death, then fine. Jo’kir will join you.”

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“It’s settled then!” Veezara stood up and offered a handshake. “Welcome to the Dark Brotherhood Jo’kir.” The Khajiit looked up at the Argonian and accepted his handshake.

“While you aren’t officially a member until our leader gives the approval, you’re almost guaranteed to be accepted with my recommendation.”

Jo’kir felt insecure. His life is taking a big turn.

Veezara looked around. “We probably shouldn’t stay here in case someone comes to check on that nord in the morning. Why don’t we head back to the inn and stay the night. Early tomorrow we will set off for the sanctuary.”

The new partners quietly exited the house. “It doesn’t look like anyone saw us leave. That’s good.” Veezara whispered. They began casually walking together in the dimly lit streets, heading back for The Bee and Barb Inn.

As the two were strolling side by side, Jo’kir looked up at Veezara. He noticed that the Argonian was a good few inches taller than him. He also saw many more scars than just the one he pointed out before. Scars of varying thickness ran down his neck, as well as across it. A few disappeared under the collar of his uniform; some resembled stab wounds and others seemed to be slashes that missed their fatal mark. 

He must be covered in old wounds from head to toe…This Argonian has seen many fights. The Khajiit looked up at his eyes; Veezara’s pupils were so dilated in the dark house that it was hard to see their color. In the passing lights of the torches, Jo’kir noticed they were a vibrant light green. The color intoxicated Jo’kir, as he found it hard to look away. 

Veezara glanced at Jo’kir, and did a double-take when he noticed the Khajiit was staring at him. “Can I help you?” He said, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh!” Jo’kir started patting his pouches searching for any septims. “That’s right, I don’t have much money on me, I don’t know if I can pay for—” Jo’kir was interrupted.

Veezara waved his hand. “I’ll cover it. It’s the least I can do.”

“Hmm.” Jo’kir paused, then smiled mischievously. “You know…I think the least you could do is pay for Jo’kir’s room and buy him a drink or two; you are basically kidnapping him after all.”

The Argonian audibly laughed. “Alright, alright. I guess that’s fair.”

“You know, you do owe me one other thing.”

“And what would that be?”

The Khajiit wanted to toy with him. He seems to have something with eye contact, it’s almost as if he can’t handle it. Knowing this, Jo’kir walked in front of the Argonian, stopped him, and looked up into his eyes intensely. “What is your name?”

The Shadowscale looked him directly in the eyes, but turned away after a few seconds. “M-My name is Veezara.” Ha. Jo'kir got to him.

“Veezara.” The Khajiit repeated. He finally released the Argonian from his torture. Something about this one…Makes Jo’kir want to follow him. See where things go.

X

Veezara awoke to the sun hitting his eye. He tried massaging his neck, which was incredibly sore from sleeping up against the wooden bedpost. Veezara threw the blanket off of himself, stood up, and he reached to the ceiling, stretching his muscles as they demanded. 

Wait.  

He looked at the bed and saw it was neatly made. Shit. Did the Khajiit run away?? 

The Argonian looked out at the window to see the position of the sun; Veezara estimated it was somewhere in the early afternoon. Damn it, why did I sleep so late!  The Argonian booked it down the stairs into the bar area. 

“Talen-Jei! Have you seen—!” Veezara stopped himself. He saw the Khajiit sitting at the bar, chatting with the innkeeper.

“Ah. Jo’kir’s captor. You must have slept well.” The Khajiit laughed.

“Wha…Well, I did but I have this horrible kink in my neck from sleeping against the bed.”

“Hey, no one said you had to guard Jo’kir last night.” The Khajiit said sarcastically.

“Good morning Talen-Jei.” The Shadowscale walked up and stood next to Jo’kir at the bar. “Is there any chance you have a healing potion for my neck?”

“Sorry. We just used our last one. I would say try Eligrim’s Elixirs but I heard they lost their last shipment to bandits so who knows when they will get anymore.”

“Great.” The Argonian tried stretching his neck in different directions but it didn’t help.

“Anyway. I’m surprised you didn’t try running Jo’kir.” The assassin turned his attention to his new recruit.

“Jo’kir saw the opportunity sure, but he has decided on something.”

“What is that?” 

“That you interest him.”

“I interest you? How so?”

“Mmm. That is all.”

Veezara laughed at the Khajiit’s vague answers. “I’m interested in you too, Jo’kir.” Wait. That came out wrong— “Wait—”

“We should be heading out soon, yes?” The Khajiit questioned. “You slept in late as it is.”

The Argonian stood up. “Yes, I believe we should.” He turned towards Talen-Jei. “Thank you for your service as always.” He handed him a sizable pouch of septims. “Thank you.” 

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Talen-Jei. I’ll keep an eye out for those amethysts.” 

Amethysts? Veezara wondered.

“Thank you, Jo’kir. It was a pleasure meeting you as well. Feel free to stop by and visit if you are ever in the area.” The two shook hands.

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“Greetings Sigaar. We would like to charter a carriage for Falkreath.” Veezara requested cheerfully.

“That’ll be 50 septims.” The driver stated.

“Sure, hang on…” The Argonian dug into his pouch. He found 50 septims and placed them in the driver's hand. “Here.”

“We’ll take off shortly.” The carriage driver accepted his payment. “I’m going to double-check if we have all we need for the journey. Climb in back.” The driver went into the stables.

The Shadowscale hopped up into the carriage deftly. Veezara watched Jo’kir gently toss his bow  into the carriage and then place a knee on the carriage edge; hoisting himself up. Half-way through, Veezara offered his hand. “Let me help you.” He noticed the Khajiit looked surprised, but ended up taking his hand.

“Are you sure you have everything you need for the road?” Veezara quizzed as he sat down cross legged.

“Yep.” Jo’kir joined Veezara on the floor. “Jo’kir travels lightly. He has a tome to read and has a few potions.” The Khajiit responded. “What about you? I don’t see that you have a book to read or anything.”

“I’m not much of a reader. I usually just take in the surroundings, watch the stars, you know…Oh, any chance you have a healing potion in your bag?” Veezara tried massaging his own neck again. The pain seemed to be getting worse.

“Jo’kir used his last one the other day, sorry.”

“That’s alright. Man, I must have slept really awkwardly to be in this much pain.”

The Khajiit shifted himself over in front of the Argonian. “Give me your hand.” Jo’kir looked into his eyes. 

He wants my…hand?  

Veezara looked down at his outstretched palm asking for his. He slowly placed his hand in Jo’kirs. The Khajiit then took his other hand and placed it delicately on the side of the Argonians neck, like it was made of glass. 

The feeling of the Khajiit’s hand gave the assassin goosebumps. Willingly letting someone this close to a part of him that is so delicate was against his very nature. Every fiber of his being was telling him to push the Khajiit away. Veezara fought his instincts and closed his eyes with Jo’kir.

After a few moments a warm sensation resonated through Veezara’s neck. This feels wonderful! Like my constitution itself is being restored!

After a few more moments. The warmth flowing through his neck slowly faded.

“How does it feel now?” The Khajiit’s voice brought him back down to earth. He opened his eyes to see the two shining suns looking at him, awaiting a response.

“I feel great!” Veezara stretched his neck. He grabbed both of the Khajiit’s hands and held them. “You know restoration magic? That’s amazing!”

Jo’kir looked down at their hands. “T-Thanks…” he looked away, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing.

“Oh..Sorry about that.” Veezara looked away as well, also blushing.

The Sigaar walked back from the stables and hopped on the front of the carriage. “Are you two ready to set off?”

“Oh—” The Argonian was oddly unaware of the driver coming back. “Y-Yes we are ready.”

“We’re off then.” The escort snapped the reins and the carriage began moving.

The Argonian looked towards Jo’kir who was about to pull a tome out of his bag.

“Jo’kir.”

“Hmm?”

“I think it’s time to teach you about the Dark brotherhood.”

“Oh, alright.” Jo’kir returned his tome to his bag and gave his full attention back to the Argonian.

“So I don’t overload you, I won’t give you the complex background of the Dark Brotherhood just yet. I’ll start with the basics,” Veezara lectured. “As I first mentioned during our initial meeting, the Dark Brotherhood is an organization of assassins; the best assassins Skyrim has to offer. We have a very diverse group and we come from all walks of life. There’s Astrid, our leader, She—”

“What is your story? You mentioned you are a Shadowscale but, that means nothing to Jo’kir.” His pupil interrupted.

Veezara chuckled and crossed his arms. “You are not very patient it seems; like a child wanting dessert before his vegetables.” Veezara’s comment didn’t phase Jo’kir at all. The Khajiit was watching him intently. “Uh…Very well then.” 

The assassin paused; he was deciding on how to start. “Yes...I am what’s called a Shadowscale. A Shadowscale is a Saxhleel born under the sign of the shadow.” Veezara saw Jo’kir’s eyebrow raise at the word ‘Saxhleel.’ “Saxhleel are what we ‘Argonians’ call ourselves.” He continued. “Those born under the shadow sign are destined to be assassins so, we are trained to be one from the moment we hatch.”

“What? That’s…horrible.”

“It is what it is…Anyway, I was no different. I grew up in the Dark Brotherhood back in BlackMarsh. Beginning from when I was a hatchling, I was trained to fight using all kinds of weapons; swords, maces, axes and of course daggers. I was also taught how to sneak, how to stalk a target…” Veezara paused. “How to execute a target…”

“Anyway,” he continued. “I was given my first contract after 7 moons.” 

Jo’kir stayed quiet, but a sympathetic look grew on his face. “My first contract was to kill a drunkard of a mercenary. I entered his house through a window late at night. While he was snoring away, I approached his bed. I held my dagger over him, but…I couldn’t do it. Training was one thing, but when it came to the real thing, I just couldn’t do it.” Veezara felt himself get lost in his story, remembering the scene vividly.

“I tried heading for his window, intending to just leave, but I knocked a plate off of his table. The sound woke the mercenary up and he saw me getting myself off of the ground. Once he looked at my uniform, he grabbed his sword off of the wall and attacked me. I had to fight, and only one of us was leaving his place alive. I ended up doing what I had to do. That night left me with this scar actually,” Veezara pointed to his claw-mark wound on his left cheek.

Jo’kir said nothing for a few moments. He then spoke. 

“By the nine…Jo’kir is sorry you experienced that at such a young age.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Veezara chuckled. “That night taught me a lesson for sure. I mean, I couldn’t have left without killing the mercenary or else I might have been killed for disobeying, so it ended up being a good thing. Plus, killing became a lot easier after that night. Anyway…life happens, moons pass, and here we are.”

“You didn’t have any chance to get out of the Dark Brotherhood?” Jo’kir asked.

Veezara was confused. “Why would I want to get out? The life I had was destined for me; I was to serve the Dark Brotherhood. I have a purpose, and serving that purpose makes me content. Life is good,” he shrugged.

X

He is…content? His path in life was decided for him when he hatched and he’s just fine with that? That line of thinking just didn’t compute for Jo’kir.

“Ah.” Jo’kir went quiet. The story Veezara told to Jo’kir made him feel sad for the Argonian, regardless of how he himself views it.

“While we are on the topic of personal history. Where do you come from Jo’kir? I feel like I’ve told you a ton about myself, but I know hardly anything about you.”

The Khajiit was stunned. Jo’kir wasn’t expecting Veezara to ask about him. The Argonian focused on the Khajiit, awaiting an answer.

“W-Well…” Jo’kir sighed. 

He gave Jo’kir a powerful story. Jo’kir feels he owes him the same.  

The Khajiit looked to the sky and saw that the colors were just beginning to shift from blue to a light orange. “This one was born to a poor family in Elsweyr. Jo’kir’s father was a traveling merchant, and his mother worked in a brothel. When five moons passed, Jo’kir was a big brother to a little sister...With his parents being gone for work most of the time, Jo’kir took care of the house and his sister. Food was hard to come by; neither of this one's parents made much money, so Jo'kir would often have to search for food. He would either scavenge from other’s trash or he would steal.” 

The Khajiit paused for a few seconds and closed his eyes.

“When a total of 13 moons passed for Jo’kir…His parents sold him…To a trafficking group. After another moon with them in Elsweyr, A few of us young ones were being sent on a carriage to Skyrim to then be sold to clients here…Jo’kir’s cuffs were rusty and when we crossed the border into Skyrim, he was able to break his cuffs and run away. Jo'kir still has nightmares about those times...Jo’kir then began his life on the road here in Skyrim. He traveled with nomadic Khajiit tribes here and there and…” 

“...Life happens, moons pass, and here we are.” He pitifully smiled at Veezara, trying to lighten the mood.

Veezara didn’t say anything. It looked like he was having trouble finding what to even say. He ended up looking down and chuckled.

What..? Jo’kir opens himself up, tells him a story like that and he just laughs? What the—

Jo’kir joins Veezara’s gaze and looks at his lap. His own hand was in the Argonians lap and Veezara was holding on to it. Jo’kir stared in disbelief, then looked up at the Argonian who was gently smiling back at him. 

The Khajit yanked his hand back into his possession. Jo’kir was confused and flustered. He tried hiding it by yelling, “W-What are you doing with Jo’kirs hand?! He tells you his story and you just randomly grab his hand? ”

Veezara laughed audibly. “While you were talking your hand wandered, like it was searching for mine. You grasped on to my hand” He emphasized. “I didn’t want to interrupt your story so I didn’t say anything.”

Jo’kirs cheeks became flushed.

Did this one really do that? Jo’kir didn’t even notice! Shit shit shit shit shit shit shi—

“It’s totally fine. If it helped you get through your story then it’s no problem.” Veezara looked down at his hands in his lap, then looked up again at Jo’kir. “Thank you for sharing that with me Jo'kir; I’m sorry to hear what you went through, truly.”

Jo’kir blushed again and was speechless. He turned around trying to hide his embarrassment. 

“Stupid lizard…” he said under his breath, pouting.

Veezara chuckled. “You know, I—” A wheel on the carriage shot out of a pothole in the road, shaking the two out of their own world, and bringing them back to reality.

“Sorry about that gentleman, It’s getting dark and it’s becoming hard to see the road; we should probably pull over soon and rest till the morning.”

Veezara got up and leaned over the front of the carriage near the escort. “Where are we?” He asked.

“We are rounding the northern part of the mountain called “The Throat of the World. If memory serves me correctly, there should be a stream nearby. We’ll set up our tents and make a fire around here.”

“What do we have for food?” Jo’kir questioned. “Jo’kir is pretty hungry, what about you?” The Khajit looked at the Argonian. “I could use something to eat as well.”

“We don’t have much. I expected to make it to Whiterun, but traveling anymore tonight would be hazardous.”

Jo’kir jumped out of the carriage. “If there is a stream nearby, Jo’kir can try to do some fishing. He can see pretty well in the dark so it shouldn’t be a problem,” He said, eager to show off to Veezara.

Veezara matched Jo’kir’s enthusiasm.“Sigaar, I’m going to borrow this axe if you don’t mind. I can collect some tinder and firewood for us,” Veezara looked at Jo’kir “I too can see well in the dark.” He gave a friendly smile to Jo’kir.

“It’s settled then. I’ll set up the tents.”

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The three travel companions agreed on the spot for their tent and unloaded the carriage.

“That should be it for our things." Veezara said as he set down a rolled up tent. "I guess now it’s time for the real work. I’ll head inland a bit and see if I can find a tree around here.”

“Jo’kir will head in the opposite direction to the stream and try to catch us some dinner.” Jo’kir pulled the bow over his body and checked his quiver for arrows.

“Be careful. Don’t wander too far alright?” Veezara cautioned.

“What is Jo’kir to you? A little kitten? He’ll be fine.”

“Hmm.” Veezara placed a hand on his chin, pondering. “You know you do—”

“Jo’kir is leaving before you finish that sentence.” The Khajiit turned his back and waved his hand, signaling his goodbye. “Later.”

Jo’kir sauntered in the direction Sigaar said the stream was. He could already hear the sound of running water, so it wasn't very far.

Why does Veezara try to just toy with this one and constantly throw him off? Is it some sort of test? Jo’kir was thinking to himself. 

One could mistake his actions for flirting even…But Jo’kir doubts that is the case. What would he even see in this one? 

Wait…Why is Jo’kir even pondering this; Jo’kir isn’t even interested in men.

Jo’kir slowed his pace and stopped completely in the middle of the pitch-black night. His face grew a quizzical expression from his internal monologue.

Does he…? It’s not something this one ever thought about. The Khajiit continued walking. 

Jo’kir doesn’t know the answer to that. What he does know is that the Argonian is definitely a character and he is…

Jo’kir noticed he found the stream.

…Interesting. He finalized his thoughts. Jo’kir shook his head, clearing himself of his internal dialogue. 

Jo’kir took off his boots and left them by the side of the stream. He pulled out an arrow as he waded into the middle of the water that came up to his shins. The Khajiit slowed his breathing and became as still as a statue, hovering the arrow over the water. A few moments passed and he could faintly see the top of a fish who just swam through his legs. Jo’kir expertly stabbed the fish and brought it out of water as he has done so many times before. 

Yes!  

He carefully removed the arrow from the fish and threw it on the land near his boots. The Khajiit resumed his statue-esque pose. 

Jo’kir caught three more fish and decided that four fish should be enough for three people; someone could even have an extra if they wanted it. He strided out of the water and shook off what he could from his legs. The hunter strung up the fish together and started to head back. He tried keeping his head clear, but his thoughts invaded once again.

Jo’kir thinks Veezara is a good looking person, sure, but is it any more than that? Looks aside, he’s fun to talk to, he can be gentle—

Jo’kir heard some commotion at the campsite up ahead. The Khajiit saw three extra horses that didn’t belong to the carriage they traveled on. He squinted and noticed shadowy figures created by the torches placed around the site. Two of the figures were searching through everyone's belongings strung out on the ground, while one was pointing a sword at another.

Jo’kir felt his stomach drop as the adrenaline started pumping into his bloodstream. 

W-Wait. Are we being robbed? Where is Veezara?!

The Khajit drew his bow and snuck closer to the campground. Jo’kir took cover behind a tent that was set up. He peered over the side of the tent and saw Sigaar laying on the ground; Above him was a sword held to his neck.

“Boys! Did you find anything?” The figure holding Sigaar hostage bellowed behind himself. He had a scratchy and intimidating voice.

“No.” One of the other figures answered. “They don’t have any valuable shit here it seems.”

“Renvald, what about you?” the chief asked.

There was no answer. 

“Renvald!” 

Still no answer was given.

“Felgar! Where the fuck is Renvald?” the thief boomed.

The other figure, supposedly named Felgar, stood up to answer when a black glove with red shielding appeared out of the shadows and covered his mouth. A dagger entered his neck and he was pulled into the Darkness.

  Veezara! Thank the nines…

“Felgar? Felgar!” The last bandit turned around, released his sword from Sigaar’s neck and scoured the darkness for his associates.

A scaled green face appeared on the edge of the light, followed by the rest of his body. 

“You don’t seem to be a very organized bunch. Tell me, who sent you?” The Argonian said calmly as he was slowly stepping towards the last scavenger.

The bandit grabbed Sigaar off of the ground and stood behind him, using Sigaar as a shield. He pressed the edge of his sword into the carriage driver's neck. “Stay back pond-scum! Another foot closer and I send this man to his ancestors.”

“Very well.” Veezara stopped moving closer and set his dagger in it’s holster. He then put his hands up in front of him. “What do you want?”

“Your septims. The price for this man's head is, let’s say…a hundred of ‘em.” The bandit smiled with confidence.

“100 septims can buy quite a lot. Are you sure you need that much?” 

What? Why is Veezara asking such a question?

“Hell, I could buy a pretty nice bow for that price.”

…A bow? That’s an oddly specific thing to— Wait. Is Veezara signaling Jo’kir? Jo’kir thinks he is!

The Khajiit nocked an arrow quietly. He tilted his upper body past the tent so he could aim at the bandit.

“W-What? Stop asking dumb questions. Give me the gold or say goodbye to your friend. Now!”

Jo’kir was analyzing the bandit. The only thing Jo'kir could go for is his legs, but I’d have to shoot through Sigaars to get to his.  

“Place the gold on the ground with your dagger and step away.” The captor demanded.

“Alright, alright.” Veezara put his hands down and dug into his pouch. He laid the septims on the ground; He also unclipped his holster for his dagger and left it on the ground as well. The Argonian stood up and took a few steps back.

“How are you holding up Sigaar?” He asked.

Sigaar swallowed. “Uh, I uh..could be doing better if I’m honest.”

Veezara chuckled. “I can see that. Just make sure not to move alright?”

Both Sigaar and the bandit looked confused. Jo’kir focused on his target; he breathed in and exhaled softly. The archer took aim at the bandits' legs.

The bandit spoke up “What in the nines are you—” 

There!

Jo’kir released his arrow. It shot between Sigaars legs just nicking one of them as it landed in the bandit’s thigh.

The bandit shouted in pain as he flew backwards and hit the ground. Sigaar fell forward and hit the ground as well. Jo’kir nocked another arrow as he was running up towards the scene and pointed the arrow at the whimpering bandit.

Veezara grabbed his dagger and ran up to join the Khajiit. He looked over to Jo’kir and gave him a congratulatory pat on the back.

“Well done Jo’kir! I didn’t know if you would pick up on my signals.” 

“It took this one a bit to figure out, but Jo'kir caught on.”

“Argh!” The bandit sat up holding his thigh. “A fucking sneaky little milk-drinker working with a scale-skin, you non-nordlings are flooding this country like rats.”

“Jo’kir.” Veezara grabbed the Khajiit’s shoulder. “You need to kill him. We can’t risk him bringing others back here.”

Jo’kir released the tension in his bow and un-nocked the arrow. “What? N-No Jo'kir can’t! He-”

Veezara shot past Jo’kir as fast as light itself. “Agh!...” Jo’kir turned and saw Veezara had sliced the bandits neck open. The Khajiit watched the light slowly fade from his eyes as he was choking on his own blood. Veezara threw the nord on the ground and looked back at Jo’kir over his shoulder. Jo’kir took a few steps back.

The look on his face was…

Terrifying.

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“Why do you want to bury them? What purpose does that serve?” Veezara was confused.

“...Jo’kir is burying them. It’s showing respect for the life they had.” The Khajiit stated coldly and firmly without looking up at Veezara. He started to dig a hole in the ground.

“You do remember they tried to rob us right? They almost even killed Sigaar.” Veezara chuckled, looking to Jo’kir for a response. The Khajiit said nothing and continued digging.

He doesn’t seem like he’s going to budge. I might as well just help him even if this is a waste of time.

The Argonian grabbed a shovel and started digging as well. After about half an hour, the three graves were dug, and the two placed the bodies into their respective holes. Jo’kir gave a moment of silence and started covering the bodies with dirt.

Once the burial was over, the two gathered their belongings and helped Sigaar finish setting up the other tent.

“Sorry that I couldn’t bring another. Looks like two of us will have to share,” Sigaar pointed out.

Veezara chimed in cheerfully, “That’s no problem. You deserve to get some good rest so you can have fresh eyes tomorrow. Jo’kir and I can share a tent, right Jo’kir?” He playfully nudged the Khajiit with his elbow.

“Uh…Alright.” Jo’kir seemed nervous about something. He turned away from Veezara, walked over to the fire and sat down cross-legged. Jo’kir then stuck a fish on a stick and started to cook his dinner.

Veezara was unpacking his bedroll next to Jo’kirs in their shared tent.

It’s probably just nerves from the fighting earlier, I’m sure It’ll wear off soon. The Argonian thought to himself. 

I’m really proud of him for what he did. He even caught us dinner! Sure he couldn’t finish the job, but he did well today. Hmm…

You know, Jo’kir deserves a reward, but…what could I get him?

Sigaar joined the Khajit by the fire and also started cooking a fish. Veezara pretended not to listen in. “Some day today, huh?” The carriage driver asked Jo’kir.

“Y-Yeah it was. Glad you are okay.” 

“Thanks to you. That was a damn good shot. If you would have aimed any farther up, I would have been done for.” Sigaar joked.

“Yeah.” Jo’kir pulled his fish out of the fire and took a bite out of it. 

It looks like he cooked it perfectly. He must have done this a lot living on the road and all.

Sigaar continued trying to talk with Jo’kir. “It’s not often I run into bandits here. With the war between the Imperials and the Stormcloaks going on, people must be getting desperate.”

“Ah.” Jo’kir gave a one word response.

Veezara walked over and joined them. He sat on the other side of the fire from the Khajiit.

“Thanks for getting these fish by the way Jo’kir.” Jo’kir watched as Veezara pierced the fish with a stick. “You’re a man of many talents.” He complimented.

The Khajiit looked away from the Argonian and stared into the fire. Veezara placed his fish in the fire to roast. 

Okay really now what is his deal? It’s like he’s upset with me or something.

Veezara was analyzing Jo’kir through the fire. 

He looks disconnected from reality; he doesn’t even notice me staring at him or…He’s trying to ignore the fact that I am.

Veezara took his fish off of the fire and took a bite. It tasted wonderful. The fish had a powerful saltiness to it paired with a great savory flavor that the Argonian didn’t expect. “These are really good Jo—”

“Jo’kir thinks he is going to head to bed. Goodnight.” Veezara watched the Khajiit stand up and walk over to their tent.

Sigaar took a bite of his fish and scooted closer to the Arognian at the fire. “Jeez. Earlier must have really shaken him up huh?” Signar asked in a hushed tone; he took another bite.

“I guess it did.” Veezara took another bite of his fish. “He’ll be better by tomorrow morning I’m sure of it.“

 I think I know what I could do for him. Veezara grinned.

“I hope so.” Sigaar stood up. “I’m going to get some sleep as well. Would you put out the fire before you go lie down?”

“Sure thing. Sleep well Sigaar.”

The carriage driver walked to his tent across the fire from Veezara and Jo’kir’s, and put up the cover.

Veezara stoked the fire and kept it going for a while longer. He wanted to be sure Sigaar was asleep. 

There’s plenty of room between our tents, but, just trying to avoid any awkwardness and all.

Eventually, Veezara decided to get up and head to bed as well. He kicked dirt over the fire until it was smothered; then looked over at Jo’kir in their tent. The Khajiit was lying on his back. 

His chest is rising and falling kinda quick for someone who should be sleeping. He must be having trouble falling asleep.

The assassin strolled over to the shared tent. 

I know what could help him sleep~

Veezara closed the cover to the tent, and sat down on his bedroll cross-legged.

“Are you still awake Jo’kir?” Veezara asked in a quiet voice.

There was just silence. The Khajiit’s face was turned away from him.

  I know he’s awake, He thought to himself. Is he pretending to be asleep?

...Fine then. I’ll get assertive.

The Argonian moved over to Jo’kir and straddled him as he had done when they first met.

Jo’kir turned his head, propped himself on his elbows and looked up at Veezara. 

“Ah, I finally have your attention~” The assassin said erotically.

Jo’kir didn’t say anything, but the look on his face showed that he was just confused; he stared at the Argonian, watching, waiting to see what he would do next. 

The Shadowscale let his hands wander as he felt all of Jo’kirs chest, feeling for his muscles as he grinded his lower body into Jo’kir. His hostage closed their eyes and moaned ever so softly, barely making a sound. 

Now I’ve got him. 

Veezara was surprised by the shapes he felt. Jo’kir looked down at the Argonian’s hands exploring; he was reaching into his cloak trying to get his hands underneath it. 

Wow. I couldn’t tell what his figure was like from his baggy cloak but. He feels…well defined.

The Argonian noticed the feeling of Jo’kir’s growing member through their clothing.

Speaking of well defin—

“W-W-What are you doing?” His prisoner looked squeamish. The assassin leaned down to get close to his face and turn up the intensity. Veezara placed his mouth by Jo’kir’s ear and asked sensually, “What would you like me to do~?” as he quietly inhaled Jo’kir’s scent. He smells like vanilla, Interesting…Do all Khajiit smell this way? He thought.

“J-Jo'kir doesn't know, but he doesn't t-think—” Jo’kir stammered.

“You really impressed me today~” Veezara backed up off of Jo’kir and started slithering down the Khajit’s body towards his goal. “...I thought you deserved a… reward. ”

The Argonian’s face was right in front of his target.  

Mmm…His musk is radiating from here

Veezara slowly undid Jo’kir’s belt. He pulled the now slack fabric loose, grabbed his waistband and—

“S-Stop!” 

The Khajiit shouted. He threw his arms up to cover his eyes.

“Please.” He pleaded. “Please get off of me…”

Veezara was stunned. This was totally unexpected. 

Wha-What happened? Did I do something wrong? Shit, does he not like men—”

The Shadowscale looked down and saw the Khajit was trembling.

“Uhh. Yes, sorry.” Veezara quickly got up off of the khajit and sat on his own knees. Jo’kir curled up on his side, still laying on the ground, facing away from the Argonian. Veezara placed a hand on Jo’kir’s arm.

“W-What’s wrong Jo’kir?”

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What is wrong? That’s a good question.  

Jo’kir tried to calm himself down.

Why did Jo’kir freak out like that? Sure he wasn’t expecting literally any of that to happen but, Jo’kir doesn’t think he was against the idea or anything; it was even feeling good up until that point, but when it came down to it Jo’kir just. Freaked out…

“Just…What are you…Why are you…” Jo’kir was too uncomfortable to say the words.

“Like I said, I wanted to reward you for your efforts today; It’s not a big deal.” Veezara responded.

Not a big deal..?

Jo’kir sat himself up and looked at the Argonian confusingly. His bubbling anger overpowered his bashfulness. 

“W-What!? Do you just go up to your assassin friends and be like ‘ Oh hey good kill out there today fellow assassin, hey want a blowjob or something?’!?”

Veezara began snickering at Jo’kir’s impersonation of him. It quickly turned into a hearty laugh.

He peeked at Jo’kir and tried stopping himself when he saw that the Khajiit didn’t think it was funny like he did.

“Ah…no. I just thought some stress relief is what you needed after today.”

 It seemed he was now taking this seriously. 

“I apologize if you aren’t interested in men like that, I figured I would shoot my shot and see what happens.”

“T-That’s not it—” The Khajiit closed his eyes, and looked away, trying to compose himself.

“Then what?” The Argonian interjected. “It’s just some harmless fun.”

Jo’kir lost his voice; he couldn’t get the words out. Tears started welling up in his eyes. He tried to wipe them away before they fell.

“Oh Jo’kir…I’m sorry. What are you thinking about? ”

The Khajiit sat himself up. He began twiddling his thumbs in his lap as he tried voicing his thoughts.

“Jo’kir is not mad at you Veezara; he’s even flattered you want to be with this one like that but…”

He looked up at Veezara.

“Jo’kir can’t just be with someone like you can. To be that vulnerable, after everything this one has gone through…It’s not something he can do. Jo’kir just can’t…”

Veezara said nothing, he looked into Jo’kir’s eyes like he was searching for the words to say. 

“And you scare Jo’kir. The way you looked at this one earlier after slitting that nord’s throat, it's just, Jo’kir doesn’t know how he can feel safe around you.”

After digesting what the Khajiit said, Veezara scratched his head and turned his gaze to the floor.

“I see..”

Jo’kir looked away from him as well.

“Jo’kir, I have no reason to…kill you.” Veezara picked up Jo’kir’s chin delicately. “You’re safe with me, I promise.” 

Jo’kir couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He’s only known Veezara for what, a day? How could he trust his words just like that? Jo’kir flattened his ears and looked away.

The assassin was looking for a response, reassurance that Jo’kir trusted him. When no response came, he filled the silence.

“Thank you for being honest with me Jo’kir. I’m sorry again.” The Argonian let the Khajiit’s head go and he stood up. “I’ll leave you the tent for yourself tonight.” He began walking out.

Jo’kir jumped forward on his knees trying to stop him. “Veezara wait, you don’t have to do that.”

“Everything is fine Jo’kir. I just want to think for a bit. Sleep well.”

Veezara lifted the sheet to the tent, and walked out.

Jo’kir quietly crawled towards the sheet and moved it slightly so he could see what the Argonian was doing. Veezara re-lit the fire and sat down, his chin resting on his knees as he was stoking the fire with a stick. The fire lit up his face; he looked like he was getting deep in his own thoughts.

Veezara…

—

“I believe that’s everything then.” Sigaar threw a rolled up tent into the carriage. “We’ll be reaching Falkreath today, probably in the late afternoon.”

Jo’kir stretched. He looked over at Veezara hopping up into the carriage and taking a seat near the front. “So we are ready to take off?” Veezara asked Sigaar.

“Yep.” Sigaar climbed into the front of the carriage. He looked back to the Khajiit, “Coming Jo’kir?”

“Ah, yes.” Jo’kir tried hopping up in the back of the carriage like Veezara, but he had to place his knee down and hoist himself up. Jo’kir took a seat on the same side as Veezara but towards the back. 

Veezara has been distant this morning.

Sigaar whipped the reins and the carriage took off.

The way he quickly left the tent last night…Jo’kir hopes he wasn’t hurt.

The Khajiit looked over to Veezara who still had his back towards him. The bright light from the sunrise casted small shadows under Veezara’s muscles, defining them.

Jo’kir hasn’t noticed until now just how toned Veezara is. Not a single muscle of his looks unused; you don’t look like that if you have an easy life.

The Khajiit traced the lines of his back with his eyes. 

He is very attrac— Jo’kir shook his head, clearing his thoughts. 

“Uhh, hey…” Jo’kir started to apologize

“How did you sleep?” Veezara interrupted, like Jo’kir wasn’t even speaking.

“Oh—Jo’kir slept alright.” 

That’s a lie. He was too worried about Veezara to sleep.

“...How about you? Did you manage to get some sleep?” The Khajiit questioned.

“Yes, I slept fine, thank you.” Veezara responded.

“That’s good. It wasn’t too cold, yes?” Jo’kir tried prolonging the conversation.

“Nope.”

Then there was silence. Jo’kir wasn’t quite sure how to fill the air. 

It seems like last night did affect Veezara. Jo’kir can’t tell quite how; it’s not like he doesn’t talk to this one, it’s just that the warmth in his conversation is gone.

Veezara was turned away, watching the path in front of the carriage. Jo’kir wanted to talk with him; the Khajiit was fumbling in the dead air trying to think of how to break it, or if he even should.

“...Can you continue where you left off when teaching this one about the Dark Brotherhood?” Jo’kir managed to ask.

Veezara turned around. “Oh, yeah I guess that’s a good idea huh? Where did I leave off exactly?”

Jo’kir had to think, “Ah, You were telling Jo’kir about the members; you started with ‘Astrid’?”

“Right. Okay, so Astrid is the leader of the Dark Brotherhood; her word is law for us. 

She is fair, but she can also be harsh. Do what you’re told and she won’t have a problem with you and don’t get on her bad side.”

“Sounds intimidating.”

“She can be. But everyone knows she means well.” Veezara moved on. “Na’zir is second in command. He handles the orders and contracts, and assigns them to what member he deems is best for the job. Nazir is serious, but if everything is going well, he loves to joke around.”

“Let’s see, there’s Babette she—”