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[hircines-hunter]

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Have I posted on Wednesday? Yes! Have I written more? Yes! Do I want to share? Yes! Anyways! Here. :3c instead of writing the next chapter I’m literally writing 7 chapters ahead! Estinan and Brynjolf’s reunion after Mercer tells him she’s dead.

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“Yer really real. Alive.”

“I am.” Estinan laughed as tears rolled down her face. “I’m here.”

Brynjolf leaned over and pressed his forehead against hers. “Mercer said Karliah killed ye. I dinnae want tae believe. I know…. I know ye would hae…. Yer wolf.” He whispered.

“Mercer… he stabbed me. Tried to kill me. Karliah…. Did shoot me but combination of everything…. I almost died. Karliah helped. If she hadn’t, I would be dead.”

Brynjolf untied the belt on her tunic. “Where did he stab ye?” His hands found the end of her tunic. He pressed his face against her neck after he removed it. He inhaled. Sandalwood. Cinnamon.

Estinan grabbed his hand and moved it to her side. Her breath hitched when his fingers grazed the edge of the wound. She moved away. “Sorry…. It hurts still.”

“Sorry, lass.” Brynjolf moved away. He looked down her body. His fingers ghosted across the healing arrow puncture. He saw the stained bandage on her side. “Divines, lassie.” He knelt. “Can I see?” He looked up. He unraveled the bandage when she nodded. “I’ll make sure he pays.” He looked at the deep wound. He sucked in air. His fingers ghosted across the wound. Slowly. Carefully. Softly.

“The poison made my healing slow. Usually…. I heal fast.” She bit her lip. She brushed his hair out of his face when he looked up. Her eyes welled with tears again. She collapsed into his lap and cried on his thighs. “I missed you…. I was so worried. With Mercer. With Karliah. I didn’t know what Mercer told you. I was scared. I didn’t know if I could return here. To you. To home. I was scared of your reaction. I wanted to hold you.”

“Dinnae cry. Oh… lass. Dinnae cry.” Brynjolf rubbed her back. He held her close. “Yer here. Yer alive. Let’s get off the floor.” He scooped her into his arms and placed her on the bed. He knelt and rested his head on her thighs, wrapping his arms around her. “He said—“ he swallowed. “He said ye were dead. That’s all.” He moved his head and looked up at her. Her teary eyes reminded him of flowing lava. “O lassie. I am verra happy ye survived. I….” He stood up and sat next to her. He leaned over, nudging her cheek with his nose. He kissed her jaw. “Tha gaol agam ort.”

Estinan froze. “I….” Her heart pounded against her chest, wishing to be free. She swallowed. “I…. Brynjolf.”

Brynjolf felt her tense under his touch. His words. She understood what he said. “Ye are…. Nae. We both are deservin’ o’ love. We are.” He kissed the side of her neck. He reached for her hand and held it. She shook in his grasp. “Ye deserve love. Me love. Mo chridhe fiadhain. Ye are.” He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it.

Estinan turned and looked at him. More tears fell from her eyes. “I’m tired of crying today. Oh, Brynjolf.” She put her hands on his face. She caressed his cheeks, feeling his beard. She bit her lips as she looked into his eyes. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Then she kissed his lips. “Mo chridhe. Mo ghaol.”

Brynjolf smiled, lopsided. “Aye. Me as well. And tired. I hae nae slept in three weeks.” He laughed a little. He brushed a tear from her cheek. He ran his fingers through her hair.

“Me either.”

I love you; my wild heart; my heart, my love