Chapter one...I wrote chapters one and two on my phone, but hopefully I've worked out all the errors. The story progresses pretty fast (or has so far) and I apologize in advance for possible out of character-ness for Cicero. c:

The dark elf lowered her sword, panting as the dragon before her rose its neck in a failed attempt to cling to the last bit of life left in it. It slammed pathetically into the ground and began to catch fire, leaving the elf feeling safe enough to sheath her glass greatsword, and take a swig of the health potion she had, her last in fact.

Laughing joyously behind her was Cicero, obviously amused as his listener took the dragons very soul into her own body. "Oh listener, how incredible that was! Hehe." He skipped to her side and examined the dragon corpse. "Dead dead dead!" he sung, doing a quick twirl before noticing his companions state.

Arra could normally tune him out, the psychotic jester. It didn't take long to find just how crazy he could be, giddy and happy while slicing throats. It was why she had taken him as a follower. Annoying at times, but a brutal killer through and through. As she clutched the bleeding wound at her side, left from the beasts Sharp talons, she found that his chipper demeanor just wasn't as tolerable as usual.

"Oh my dear listener, we can't continue with you in this state, oh no no no." Cicero pouted, and reached into his own pack. "Take Ciceros sweet roll."

"No Cicero, I need to go back to the sanctuary and get more potions from Babette." Arra winced, but started off in the direction of the Dawnstar sanctuary. They weren't too far, about an hours walk. She regret leaving Shadowmere behind, but of course she hadn't anticipated another dragon attack on the outskirts of Dawnstar. It was the second in 5 days, and of course she hadn't thought to check her supplies before she left. She had yet to learn any healing spells, but the wound wasn't too deep anyhow.

Slowly they made their way back to the secret entrance to the dark brotherhood, only encountering a small pack of wolves on the way, which Cicero took care of easily. Arra liked to watch him kill, to see the hunger in his eyes as he took a life. She had never told him, but she had read his journal thoroughly, finding how hurt he was to not receive contracts. She was glad to help him back into the action.

Cicero lifted the hatch, whistling some tune he had come up with. "Here we are listener, home sweet home hehehe." He took her hand in his and helped her lower herself into the hole, following behind once she reached the bottom.

In no time Babette had Arra in full health, with a sack full of health potions for the journey to solitude she had intended to make. "I don't know why you won't just allow me to make you a vampire like me. You would heal 5 times faster." Babette said as she walked out of the main room of the sanctuary. Arra could only grin, having told her vampire friend that the only real reason she had for not becoming a vampire was that she had no desire to drink anyone's blood. The elf rose, healed but exhausted. Solitude could wait until the morning.

Her bedroom was dark, no torches or candles lit to illuminate the area. The room was chilly, but she tore off her armor anyway and climbed into the bed, pulling the blanket around her tightly. Closing her eyes slowly, she had every intention of being dead to the world for a while. As soon as her eyes shut a voice beside her spoke "Now Cicero is cold. Can't the listener share the blankets, hmm?"

Arras eyes widened as the jester huddled himself against her back. Quick as a flash she was out of the bed and casting her mage light above the room, shining light onto the two of them, herself and Cicero who had taken it upon himself to climb nude into her bed. "Cicero! What in the name of Sithis are you doing?"

Seeing his bare tanned skin reminded her that she was naked as well, her pale elf body all to exposed to him. She snatched the bear fur blanket from the bed and wrapped it around herself. She glared down at Cicero who smiled deviously up at her. "Cicero didn't mean to scare you, dear listener. No, not at all. He was just so cold, and lonely in his room. Cicero only wanted some company that's all."

The smile had faded from his lips, replaced with a small frown, and his large gleaming eyes looked up at her almost pleading for her understanding. Arra sighed, only slightly surprised that the vicious murderer could go from devious to innocent in a matter of seconds. For a moment she almost considered letting him stay, with the condition of putting his clothes hack on, until she noticed the hard on he had, the at least 9 inch erection was at full attention. Her mouth dropped and before she could turn away, the jester caught her quick glance at his penis.

All innocence put aside, the fool sat up a bit and gestured Arra to the spot beside him. "Oh what a great idea listener! How pleased mother would be, teehee. Keeper and listener together in bed, hehehe."

The dark elf grunted and grabbed a simple dress from her drawer and went to the corner of the room to put it on. "Cicero this is crazy, you need to go back to your own room and, for the love of Sithis put some clothes on."

"Crazy? Cicero? Hehe haaa ooooh, that's...madness."

Arra spent the next morning debating whether to go to solitude alone, or perhaps take another member of the brotherhood with her...until she remembered one of the biggest reasons she wanted Cicero to go. Aside from a contract to murder one of the workers in radiant raiment's, she had planned on taking the jester to see the bards college, and let him pick an instrument or two.

He spent most of his time singing, whistling, and humming. Arra thought it would be a great gesture to him, and the other members of the brotherhood, to give him a conduit for all his wound up energy that didn't bother everyone or get too many people killed. As she walked into the torture chamber, her mind was made up. Cicero had already begun on one of the prisoners, a nord woman in her later years.

He sat with his legs crossed in front of her. A small fire lit in a metal bucket beside him, a few metal tools stuck out from it. He was holding one, red hot at the end of it against the woman's flesh. Tears dripped from her face but her groans of pain weren't very loud, telling Arra that he hadn't been there for very long. When he noticed her enter, he let the metal stick drop to the floor, and much to the nords relief, covered the bucket to let the fire die out.

"Listener, how wonderful to see you! Cicero is sorry about last night...Perhaps he should let sweet listener put him in the shackles and treat him like a prisoner." He wasn't kidding.

"Er, perhaps another time Cicero. Are you ready to go to Solitude?" she noticed the woman had passed out.

"Generous...kind! Sweet SWEET listener is still taking naughty Cicero adventuring with her. I'll go tell mother immediately!" he said, doing a dance before running off.

Not long later when Arra reached the stain glass panel that led to Dawnstar, Cicero was already waiting for her. He stood, leaning against the wall, his arms folded casually and his foot tapping to a beat that only he could hear. He wore his usual outfit, except the jester hat, leaving his dark auburn hair to fall to his shoulders, messy but strangely handsome on him. It wasn't the first time that Arra noticed the muscles that he had formed after the few months they had traveled together. He was quite fit before, but he had obviously grown stronger and the results were showing even through the thin, tight material of his outfit.

"Cicero...don't you get cold here in skyrim with just that on?" Arra questioned as she approached him and made her way behind the panel and up the ladder to Dawnstar. He followed behind her and chuckled before answering.

"Cicero gets cold just like everyone else. Cicero doesn't mind it though, it makes him think of the void, and Sithis." Arra smiled, though he couldn't see it. Sometimes she wondered why he wasn't chosen as listener, but she wore the title proudly, honored to have such a place in the brotherhood. She too was faithful to Sithis and the night mother, but Cicero was the only one who could match her devotion, and perhaps exceed it.

When they reached the top, she opened her pack and pulled out her emperors robes and handed them to Cicero. "Put these on, you'll be as warm as the emperor himself."

Cicero smiled broadly, displaying small laugh lines around his mouth. "How warm he was until you murdered him of course, hehehe." He didn't argue, he never did with Arra. He threw the robes on over his own clothes and jumped a few times to test how they fit. The elf couldn't help but laugh at his comment, remembering the murder of the emperor. The feat that had brought the dark brotherhood back to life.

Without much interruption, the two found themselves in solitude. Arra looked to her companion, a dark smile on her face that could only be brought up by one thing. She put her hand on his back as they crouched on the outside of radiant raiment's, waiting for the woman to sleep before the snuck into the window.

"Lets kill someone."