What rhymes with Madeline?

An Elder Scrolls roleplay blog for the Breton thief known as Madeline. Feel free to send an ask. I track the tags "lurkintheshadows" and "madelinethethief".

[lurkintheshadows]

A Gift

[lurkintheshadows]

“Ooh, fur-lined armor. That sounds like something I could get behind. Even High Rock is warmer than this frigid land. I don’t see how those brutish Nord-folk stand it!” Madeline shivered and hugged her cloak close to her. “I have a few black bear pelts. That should match.”

[dovahvamp-deactivated20130601]

“Woll, et ain’t so bad.” Cyrus admitted, thinking. “Et’s easier if yer a vampeer, yet et gets cold. My pa’s purty dense to tha cold, tho. E’s part Nerd, I thenk.”

After the topic of bear pelts was floated, Cyrus couldn’t help but comment on that. “Ah moight go huntin’ fer snow bears an cave bears. Praps some noice cloaks when wintah rolls round.”

[lurkintheshadows]

Seeing as Cyrus was not too opposed to speaking on the topic of vampirism, Madeline took it as an opening to speak casually of her affliction as well. "Though I also happen to be a creature of the night, vampirism is still no substitute for warm food and fires." She lowered the mask of her cowl so he could catch a glimpse of her smile. "Would you like a companion for this hunt? I hate hunting bears alone, but it should be less of a pain with a partner."

[lurkintheshadows]

A Gift

[lurkintheshadows]

“Oh I bet it’s just divine,” Madeline chimed, eyes twinkling with delight. She always did have a liking for a certain type of bear. That type being a dead bear; she really, really disliked bears. “I’d like to see it sometime. Maybe I can commission your father for one.” She pondered for a moment and mumbled to herself, crossing her arms and stroking her chin in pensive thought. “Hm…maybe the guild master would appreciate one, too.”

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“Ooooh! Yeh, granpa loves sellin’ ‘is shit! ‘Specialy furs. Got more’n he needs ta sell.”

Cyrus chuckled.

“Ooo, ‘e could use a noice fur coat. Them leather’s thick, baht ain’t doin shit ‘gainst cold.” After a pause, he added, “Maybe we cannae get ‘im to put fur’n all tha armors?”

[lurkintheshadows]

"Ooh, fur-lined armor. That sounds like something I could get behind. Even High Rock is warmer than this frigid land. I don't see how those brutish Nord-folk stand it!" Madeline shivered and hugged her cloak close to her. "I have a few black bear pelts. That should match."

[lurkintheshadows]

Love games

[jacemillefiore]

“But you haven’t even tasted the main course….” He was making a painfully obvious innuendo, but he leaned into her once more, stealing another kiss. “Unless you are speaking of the expensive wine you love so much….then I suppose we could have some.”

[lurkintheshadows]

Madeline gave a vivacious burst of laughter at that. "You're the dessert, dear guild master!" With a quick peck on his cheek she slipped off his lap and kneeled down before him upon the ground, preparing for a bit of fun from the implications of her posture and the way her fingertips danced upon the clasp of his belt. "Though a little wine never hurts."

[lurkintheshadows]

Love games

[jacemillefiore]

“Save the earnings. I’ll take what I received to the guild’s vault.” He layed his hand on top of hers, motioning it down to his leg. “I would not mind at all, and, try not to think of it as a mammoth trunk this time….I heard you mutter something about it in your sleep when I was carrying you here.”

He chuckled, but then he brought her in for a deep kiss, closing his eyes as he trailed his hand down her hair.

[lurkintheshadows]

“Awfully generous of you guild ma—wait, what?!” Before she could protest further, the mortified noblewoman’s lips were sealed with a kiss. She prayed to every aedra and daedra that popped into her mind that a brick would spontaneously appear above their heads and knock that memory right out of the both of them. Sleep talking was an awfully terrible habit of hers that she had always denied existed, though it seemed to pop up now and then despite her many efforts to fix the issue. Honestly, of all the things she could have spoken of in her sleep, it had to be mammoths!

For now she shrugged and pushed the horrifying thought away to the back of her mind, for now she had to do a bit of cleanup work in regaining this man’s respect. She pushed towards her companion, her tongue twisting with his as she unbuttoned his finery. Hopefully a smidge more aggression would distract him from her little slip-up on the ride over.

[jacemillefiore]

Jace had forgotten all about the mammoth-trunk fiasco, for he was just focused on pleasing his lover. Reaching up, he slightly groped her as he leaned into her further. Gods she was a good kisser! He couldn’t wait until he got in between her, but for now first base would have to suffice.

“Mmmm…..” was all he mumbled out as his eyes were still closed, with the man biting her bottom lip as he pulled off.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt dinner…or did I just bring the main course?” Another one of his cheesy one liners. He meant well by it, though.

[lurkintheshadows]

What juvenile wordplay! Still, it was a delightfully childish advancement, and Madeline so did enjoy indulging in delight. "Dear guild master," she teased, touching her finger to his chin, "Dinner ended ages ago. Don't you think it's time for dessert?"

Madeline suddenly felt a craving for wine with the cheese she just delivered. If Jace responded in turn, she considered requesting some. One could never have enough wine, after all.

[lurkintheshadows]

A Gift

[lurkintheshadows]

“That’s impressive for bandits. The ones I keep finding have less elegance than even bears.” Madeline placed her hands on her hips and muttered; just the mere thought of the awful furred beasts made her cross. “Tch, bears. Awful creatures. Worse than mudcrabs.”

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“Bears? Granda ‘unts bears.” The vampire mused, smiling.

“‘E ‘ave me a cloak made from ‘un!”

For once, Cyrus was telling the truth. Gods, he loved his bear cloak. He only wore it in public places. No use wasting it in mud or getting it torn in a fight gone bad.

[lurkintheshadows]

"Oh I bet it's just divine," Madeline chimed, eyes twinkling with delight. She always did have a liking for a certain type of bear. That type being a dead bear; she really, really disliked bears. "I'd like to see it sometime. Maybe I can commission your father for one." She pondered for a moment and mumbled to herself, crossing her arms and stroking her chin in pensive thought. "Hm...maybe the guild master would appreciate one, too."

[lurkintheshadows]

A Gift

[lurkintheshadows]

Whether or not Madeline believed the poppycock her new vampiric companion spewed from his gullet was a mystery. She seemed to be sincere, but whether the tale was true or not didn’t seem to matter to her in the least. The more outrageous the tale was, the more interesting it was to hear, after all. “My, you must be a deep sleeper. Has that gotten you in trouble any other times?”

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“Woll, ‘hey ‘ere very quiet bandets.” Cyrus huffed, crossing his arms. “Ah ‘n be up innan ‘eartbeat iffah wanted.”

His tale was starting to get threadbare from all the questions he was being asked. He hoped to the Daedra and Aedra she wouldn’t question him further; his mind was racing as-is to make up something cohesive.

[lurkintheshadows]

"That's impressive for bandits. The ones I keep finding have less elegance than even bears." Madeline placed her hands on her hips and muttered; just the mere thought of the awful furred beasts made her cross. "Tch, bears. Awful creatures. Worse than mudcrabs."

[lurkintheshadows]

Love games

[jacemillefiore]

“Save the earnings. I’ll take what I received to the guild’s vault.” He layed his hand on top of hers, motioning it down to his leg. “I would not mind at all, and, try not to think of it as a mammoth trunk this time….I heard you mutter something about it in your sleep when I was carrying you here.”

He chuckled, but then he brought her in for a deep kiss, closing his eyes as he trailed his hand down her hair.

[lurkintheshadows]

"Awfully generous of you guild ma--wait, what?!" Before she could protest further, the mortified noblewoman's lips were sealed with a kiss. She prayed to every aedra and daedra that popped into her mind that a brick would spontaneously appear above their heads and knock that memory right out of the both of them. Sleep talking was an awfully terrible habit of hers that she had always denied existed, though it seemed to pop up now and then despite her many efforts to fix the issue. Honestly, of all the things she could have spoken of in her sleep, it had to be mammoths!

For now she shrugged and pushed the horrifying thought away to the back of her mind, for now she had to do a bit of cleanup work in regaining this man's respect. She pushed towards her companion, her tongue twisting with his as she unbuttoned his finery. Hopefully a smidge more aggression would distract him from her little slip-up on the ride over.

[lurkintheshadows]

A Gift

[lurkintheshadows]

Madeline’s eyes widened in turn at her new friend’s story. “Wow! That’s impressive. How did you get captured in the first place, though?” She seemed sincere enough in her intrigue; Madeline was always fond of adventure, even when it was just in the form of words.

[dovahvamp-deactivated20130601]

“Woll,” Truthfully, Cyrus was the king of bullshit.

Something he possibly learned how to do to impress his father.

“‘Ey caught me sleepin.’ Ah had ah noice bow an’ ‘omeone was feelin’ sadistic I guess.”

[lurkintheshadows]

Whether or not Madeline believed the poppycock her new vampiric companion spewed from his gullet was a mystery. She seemed to be sincere, but whether the tale was true or not didn't seem to matter to her in the least. The more outrageous the tale was, the more interesting it was to hear, after all. "My, you must be a deep sleeper. Has that gotten you in trouble any other times?"

[lurkintheshadows]

Love games

[jacemillefiore]

“I meant donating blood, silly, not you sucking the life out of me” He laughed, but then the urge to tell a perverted joke was strong. Nonetheless, he kept his composure and watched her go off into the washroom. God, her arse is magnificent, and to see her come back in a plain green dress only made him more excited. 

But Jace was eyeing her, patting his lap as to motion her to take a seat there. “Lovely, I hope you are faring all right now?”

But then he looked upon her once more, and he smiled warmly, deciding to compliment her once more before answering her question

“You look wonderful, and I got the soap from Belethor. Man really has a bunch of hidden wares, should you know how to acquire it from him.” He chuckled, beckoning her to come over.

[lurkintheshadows]

"Oh, I've gotten some lovely scented candles from him before. His soaps are a bit excessive, however." Madeline danced over to him with the grace of a proper noblewoman, taking a seat upon his lap with the flirtatious grin of an improper one. "As for your previous comment on sucking, I'm sure you wouldn't mind me doing so in...certain ways." Her thin fingers tip-toed down his chest. "But first, would you like your cut of the earnings now, or later?"

[jacemillefiore]

“Hehehe, don’t be so offended.” Stark looked at him with his brows quirked “That was mean, daddy. She can probably teach me better than you!”

Jace pulled his ear, reminding him to be respectful even if someone playfully put him down. “Don’t get cocky. And be good, and don’t throw a fit when things go your way, okay?”

“…..Okay”

[lurkintheshadows]

Madeline chuckled at the disciplinary display. “Impressive. You’ve certainly taken to  fatherhood well, guild master.” She kneeled down to the boy’s level and smiled. “I’m certain you’ll do well, pup. You’ve got your father’s blood in you.”

[jacemillefiore]

“Daddy, is she breton too?” 

“Yes?”

“Does that mean I am gonna be short too, like mommy and grandma?”

Jace smacked him behind the head lightly “Be nice! She is going to teach you how to shoot better than your mother, so you best behave!”

Stark looked to Madeline, his eyes seemingly apologetic. “Sorry. Can I have a hug?” 

[lurkintheshadows]

The Breton noblewoman's gold eyes twinkled at Stark's request. "Haha, it's no trouble. If you grow to be of diminutive height as I am, remember that it also makes you a smaller target, and potentially a faster one." Madeline stretched her arms out to accept an embrace, patting the boy's head and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Jace, your son is unbearably sweet," she chimed, then switched to a tone of jest. "If you're not careful I may just steal him away!"

[jacemillefiore]

“Hehehe, don’t be so offended.” Stark looked at him with his brows quirked “That was mean, daddy. She can probably teach me better than you!”

Jace pulled his ear, reminding him to be respectful even if someone playfully put him down. “Don’t get cocky. And be good, and don’t throw a fit when things go your way, okay?”

“…..Okay”

[lurkintheshadows]

Madeline chuckled at the disciplinary display. "Impressive. You've certainly taken to  fatherhood well, guild master." She kneeled down to the boy's level and smiled. "I'm certain you'll do well, pup. You've got your father's blood in you."

[lurkintheshadows]

Love games

[jacemillefiore]

The orc took it upon himself to speak, making sure to get Jace’s okay before he did so. “Grugor do not care for vampire, so long as they don’t bite Master Jace or Grugor.” The orc huffed, but he then brought out her steak in front of her. “Girlie is weak, girlie need to eat and be all better.”

Jace smirked, nodding Grugor off as he said “He has a big heart. Do not worry about offending him, he will most likely hug you later anyways.” Jace sat next to her, offering her a glass of water with her steak to alleviate her heatstroke. 

“That was a tough assignment, but you pulled it off well dear. I am proud.”

[lurkintheshadows]

Still weary, but the sickly pallor of her skin receding somewhat, Madeline smiled to reassure the men before her. “Oh, the assignment wasn’t too difficult, though it seems I lost track of time. You were rather dashing out there, you know. As for me, I’m better now that I’m out of the sun. Thank you for the meal.” She began picking at it and eating it politely in small bites; she didn’t really get hungry and thirsty as mortals did. It bothered her, so she always put on the front of eating normal meals. Still, the thirst for blood sent her ears ringing and guts twisting, and a steak, however rare, was hardly satiating her true needs. She had several vials of blood in her bandolier that she kept for emergencies, but decided it was best to empty one away from prying eyes. “Jace, dear, where is the washroom?”

[jacemillefiore]

“Over there that way, but if that steak is not sating your thirst, I  can donate a few vials of my own blood…it won’t do me no harm, considering all of the protein I am intaking” He smirked, eyeing her as she most likely made her way into the washroom.

“By the way, the soap is quite potent in its scent, so don’t use too much lest you want to get a headache!” He called out, eagerly awaiting her return. Grugor took this as an initiative to go to the market and buy some new groceries, for his ser most likely had plans with this lovely young lady.

[lurkintheshadows]

Madeline peered away meekly from Jace's friendly gaze; it was one thing to drink the blood of those she was forced to kill in self-defense anyway, and a completely different scenario to use her friends and guild mates as cattle. "That won't be necessary, darling. I have a supply handy." She tugged out a crimson vial speckled with frost and condensation from her bandolier. "I keep them cool with a spell until I need them so they stay fresh. Besides, I'm sure Grugor wouldn't appreciate me snacking on you."

She waved to Grugor as he left and made her way to the washroom, laughing on the way over his comment over the soap. Perfumed soap in a man's home? How very Breton of him! She stepped into the washroom and closed the door, then hurried to open the vial, sucking down its contents eagerly. Madeline hated displaying this ravenous side to her. It was most unladylike, and over such a vile substance. The cons to vampirism certainly seemed to outweigh the pros.

Some of the blood had dripped onto her fingers, so she moved to the nearby basin to wash her hands. She began to lather the soap with water until her sensitive nose was slammed with the rank stench of flowery meadows and far too many herbs. He wasn't kidding, Madeline noted with internal regret, feeling the aroma's tendrils curl up her nostrils and poke painfully at her head. She resolved to finish this quickly. A headache was the last thing she needed right now.

Madeline peeled off her armor and cleaned herself off quickly; the sweat of work and travel was partially dried and clung to her skin in a clammy mess, one that was swiftly rectified. Once she was finished, she changed into a plain green dress stuffed into one of her enchanted belt pouches and carefully folded all her clothes and equipment into a neat pile. The dress would surely be coming off later anyway; there was little need for formalities, and it was much simpler to remove than her armor. She hurriedly reapplied her makeup; while she wanted to keep things simple,  the noblewoman had her pride. Homeliness was an undesirable trait for someone so high class.

She stepped out of the washroom, leaving her things on one of the shelves there, and smiled at her ever-patient guild master, her sharp fangs glistening and her complexion already much improved. "My, you were right about the soap," Madeline chuckled. "It's quite strong. Wherever did you get it?"

[jacemillefiore]

“Of course you can Madeline, just make sure you are properly fed beforehand….I don’t want to take any risks.”

Meanwhile, Stark resists the urge to hug the both of them. 

[lurkintheshadows]

The vampire huffed, pouting in offense. "You wound me, guild master. There are plenty of bandits and cutthroats for me to take risks upon." She smiled at Stark. Madeline was fond of children, as they often reminded her of her younger family members back in Wayrest. "Don't grow up to be as rude as your father, sweetie."

[lurkintheshadows]

A Gift

 ”I asked a dear friend of mine to make me a batch, but she made a few too many. I got into a bit of a tussle with some Vigilants of Stendarr on the way back and hid in a swamp. Rather messy, that. Remind me never to hide in mud ever again.” Madeline picked at the mud drying on her gauntlets; it seemed to be caked between the crevasses of her armor. While it was uncomfortable, she felt a bit of mud was better than having to murder a pack of priests. Madeline didn’t mind killing bandits, but killing a Vigilant could potentially anger some aedra somewhere. She felt it was best to stay on good terms with deities if she could help it.

[dovahvamp-deactivated20130601]

“Ho,” The other vampire’s eyes widened at the tale.

“Ah once ‘ad ta foite mah way outta a castal. Bandets an’ mahges up fit ta roast me on a pike an’ let tha skeevies bite on mah corpse. Ah picked tha lock on me cage an’ stabbed tha forst bandit ah saw wit it. I ‘rabbed ‘is bow, shot the next coupla fellows, and fought mah way out fang an’ arrow. When ah got muh stuff, boy were they facked!”

[lurkintheshadows]

Madeline's eyes widened in turn at her new friend's story. "Wow! That's impressive. How did you get captured in the first place, though?" She seemed sincere enough in her intrigue; Madeline was always fond of adventure, even when it was just in the form of words.

[lurkintheshadows]

Love games

[jacemillefiore]

The orc took it upon himself to speak, making sure to get Jace’s okay before he did so. “Grugor do not care for vampire, so long as they don’t bite Master Jace or Grugor.” The orc huffed, but he then brought out her steak in front of her. “Girlie is weak, girlie need to eat and be all better.”

Jace smirked, nodding Grugor off as he said “He has a big heart. Do not worry about offending him, he will most likely hug you later anyways.” Jace sat next to her, offering her a glass of water with her steak to alleviate her heatstroke. 

“That was a tough assignment, but you pulled it off well dear. I am proud.”

[lurkintheshadows]

Still weary, but the sickly pallor of her skin receding somewhat, Madeline smiled to reassure the men before her. "Oh, the assignment wasn't too difficult, though it seems I lost track of time. You were rather dashing out there, you know. As for me, I'm better now that I'm out of the sun. Thank you for the meal." She began picking at it and eating it politely in small bites; she didn't really get hungry and thirsty as mortals did. It bothered her, so she always put on the front of eating normal meals. Still, the thirst for blood sent her ears ringing and guts twisting, and a steak, however rare, was hardly satiating her true needs. She had several vials of blood in her bandolier that she kept for emergencies, but decided it was best to empty one away from prying eyes. "Jace, dear, where is the washroom?"

[lurkintheshadows]

A Gift

dovahvamp:

At first, the Bosmer is curious. What kind of arrows were these? They looked like Elven ones….

“‘Hat ‘appened?” he asks, his brow raising at her state. “‘Ow’d yuh get ‘ese?”

 "I asked a dear friend of mine to make me a batch, but she made a few too many. I got into a bit of a tussle with some Vigilants of Stendarr on the way back and hid in a swamp. Rather messy, that. Remind me never to hide in mud ever again." Madeline picked at the mud drying on her gauntlets; it seemed to be caked between the crevasses of her armor. While it was uncomfortable, she felt a bit of mud was better than having to murder a pack of priests. Madeline didn't mind killing bandits, but killing a Vigilant could potentially anger some aedra somewhere. She felt it was best to stay on good terms with deities if she could help it.

[lurkintheshadows]

Love games

[jacemillefiore]

“No, it isn’t. Worst case scenario, you can get under my cloak, but I doubt you want to bury your face in me for that long” He snickered, bringing her in for a smooch to the cheek. He didn’t even care to explain himself, but he held her hand and guided her onto the carriage, tipping the driver off to Whiterun. 

He was finally going to show her his house.

[lurkintheshadows]

“Oh, I doubt I’d mind,” Madeline retorted coyly. She was glad for his help onto the carriage; focusing was becoming difficult and she would surely lose her balance on her way up if it were not for Jace’s helping hand. Her affliction was always the hardest to deal with in the early morning hours, especially after an entire night without a single sip of crimson to grace her lips. Madeline felt the pangs of familiar, terrifying hunger within the confines of her intestines, and fought to suppress the urge to sink her fangs into the closest walking food bank’s neck. Of course, that would most likely be Jace, and Madeline had enough sense and willpower to hold herself back. As the carriage began its journey and the sun began to rise, she felt herself becoming more and more weary. “Ugh, it’s far too bright today.”

[jacemillefiore]

Jace threw his cloak over her, holding her close. He felt her feeling unsettling, and as a former vampire  hunter, he knew better and figured she was starving. But they were only moments away from home, and his housecarl would of had dinner ready.

Stepping out, while carrying her Jace made a few graceful strides over to his doorstep, the older housecarl opening and greeting him. Grugor, an Orc who happens to be Jace’s best friend, noticed the young woman in his embrace, but all Jace did was to get dinner ready. He set her down on his sofa, crouching down by her to inquire “So I am guessing you like your steak rare, then?”

[lurkintheshadows]

After they had left Riften and were well out of sight of the local guards, Madeline dismissed the illusion spell masking her appearance. It was far too much effort to keep it up when she was already so exhausted. Her cowl and armor covered every inch of her skin but her eyes and fingertips, but she still felt the unpleasant glare of the sun beating down upon her. The weary vampire was grateful for Jace's cloak providing extra protection against the unpleasant sky's searing rays, but it also made her dizzy with heatstroke. She leaned her head against her companion, eyes fluttering shut. For someone who typically conversed with such enthusiasm, her current silence was a jarring shift. She slept soundly most of the way, occasionally mumbling about wine and bears in her slumber.

When they had arrived, Madeline was still half asleep. She batted her hand lazily in protest as he scooped her up, but her catty swipes all missed. Once they had moved indoors, she seemed to slowly regain her energy, and sat up with a bit of effort on the sofa. "Nn...rare is fine. You know, I normally prefer well done, but my condition has changed my tastes somewhat." Her eyes followed the orc within the room warily as he left to prepare dinner. "Is he alright with...er...my sort?"