nightmarcs
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He pulls her by the throat so that he can see her face better, but a stray lock of hair falls across, and she laughs, loudly and genuinely, with pearly teeth and a shiver in her chest, and it makes him feel less like a dot in the endless universe.
(Brynjolf loves and is loved passionately.)
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“Which one is that—over there?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t think that’s a constellation.”
“Hm. Just a star then.”
“No star is ever just a star.”
“My bad, lass. That one caught my eye.“
(Honeyside’s porch is great for star-gazing and late-night conversations.)
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“Brynjolf, it’s cold.” She’d burrowed her hands into his pockets, using them as anchors to keep him close.
“If only either of us had a bed,” he chuckled.
“Pick the lock,” she said, eyeing the back entrance of the temple.
His face lit up in realisation, and he laughed. “In there? You’re obscene.”
(Brynjolf makes an unexpected visit to the Temple of Mara.)
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"I thought you were dead," he said with a hoarse voice. There was sadness in his tone, but no more than it was on his face as he observed her in the dim light of the Vault.
(Brynjolf faces consequences of Mercer's betrayal. He also faces his own feelings.) -
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She wondered if he ever thought he needed her, for she knew what he longed to hear from her. He would come for a confession, an admission of defeat, to hear that she has changed her mind—and if she had been a different person, he would’ve had her at his side, relentless in her choice.
(Rikke and Ulfric meet in the aftermath of the Great War.)
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Usually when he finally dragged himself to bed this late he would be out as soon as his head hit his pillow, his mind exhausted after a day of pedantic contracts and bribes. Yet, now he laid awake, mead sitting uneasy in his stomach, thinking only of Nim.
Nim who, until a week ago, was a complete stranger to him. She was on all accounts an off putting, solitary, and violent woman who never spoke a word about herself. The kind of woman you probably shouldn’t be thinking of in the baths, naked, running lavender soap through her long, wavy hair.
The idea that the Bosmer known as Nim could be capable of love was laughable. Any tenderness was met with teeth, a dog with a loud bark and even deeper bite. It made sense that a woman as violent as she could only be reformed into something softer by the Thieves Guild. More importantly, by Brynjolf's guiding hand. A friendship blossomed between them, but would it become more? With the fate of the world rested on her shoulders and a sinister conspiracy underfoot, would Nim let her frozen heart thaw?
A story told through the perspectives of Brynjolf and the Dragonborn as the events of the Thieves Guild questline unfold.
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04 Mar 2026
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'He died, so you could be born as She intended. Do not let the gift of the Webspinner go to waste, my dear.'
The island of Solstheim had been quiet for most of the last decade. While the life beside her mentor was good, Shiala grows restless to leave; Her mother is soon to return, who would want nothing but Shiala to walk a path behind her footsteps as a Messenger of Mephala. While the art of murder could be an easy path due to the circumstances of her own birth, she is unsure it's the path she truly desires.
When she stumbles on a private letter written by her mentor, she sees an opportunity in her future, somewhere far from her mother's grasp.
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27 Feb 2026