#lady mara says stop being such a harbinger of bad bryn and love the world already dhjskfhs

[bxynjolf]

❛ the trouble with prophecy is that it is alive. ❜ lilethys

》》 the low road, is it? // for @s1byls

A wary glance was shot her way. While niggling exhaustion kept his brow furrowed, the presence of the divine’s proper chosen did little to lessen the pinch of his expression. Truth be told, he’d never found himself a religious man. Something about their pious persnicketiness and threatened jail time over a misunderstanding of alms soured that potential relationship. Yet, he’d heard through whispers of the Redguard before him; she’d presented herself kindly to the beggars and invalids of Riften, and those words inevitably trickled down to him with just a bit of coin, or for the more foolhardy, a bit of pressure. Still, he’d not tread heavy over the Temple’s foot; it was one of the few places the Blackbriars had no weight and he’d not care to taste the pavement of a jail cell today. 

❝ Is that so, Lady Lilethys? ❞ The Second of Thieves slunk back, languidly leaning back into the dock’s wall as to further shroud himself from the dawn’s glaring light. Aye, absolutely getting steaming the night prior had left him with a mild headache and a parched throat. Truly, the timing couldn’t have been more comical. Coming staggering back from a ‘Dibellan Worship Ritual’, head pissin’ mad, and his merchant guise distinctly disheveled from an evening of petty crime only to so-happen to run into the Priestess of Mara? Delvin’s superstitious self would be beside himself.

❝ Indulge this wee sinner, lass, ❞ Brynjolf smirked, lips crooked in bemusement, ❝ What prophecy lives for you today then? ❞