He knew you were a thief the moment he set eyes on you.
There was no way an immigrant could be so well off in Skyrim. No way an Imperial could flourish in Riften. Yet there you were, with a pocket full of coin and a spring in your step.
Brynjolf fought with himself, wanting to approach you as a beauty, yet wanting to see where all that coin came from. He glanced around the marketplace, took a deep breath, and left his stand.
He could see you eyeing Madesi's wears as he approached you, could make out that gleam in your eyes. He cleared his throat, causing you to turn towards him. He held up your coin purse that he had carefully swiped, tossing it back to you.
"Never done an honest day's work for all that coin you're carrying, eh lass?"
If Brynjolf wasn't gone already, the cute smirk you sent his way sent him over the edge. You hadn't even joined the guild yet and you were already stealing his heart.
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Elder Scrolls Oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN)
RomanceA collection of oneshots for the Elder Scrolls series. Requests are open! I will write any ship, character, or reader insert.
