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On this evening, Brynjolf had gone into the stash of skooma Andante kept beside the bed. He had taken one, and a bottle of ale, and stepped out on to the back porch to enjoy the sunset and the warm breeze coming in off the lake with both. He had sat there, relaxing as it turned dark and his mind went to a different place. A smile played about his mouth as his head rushed along to the once familiar buzzing of the potent drug.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m glad I don\u2019t have to deal with any emergencies right now.\u00a0 Pretty sure I couldn\u2019t. Why am I doing this, anyway?<\/em><\/p>\n Then he laughed at himself. He knew perfectly well what he was doing, and why.<\/p>\n He\u2019d been a much, much younger person when he indulged, when he would visit his friend in Solitude.\u00a0 The two of them had done everything they could think of to do together, whether it really was a wise choice or not.\u00a0 But he\u2019d been young and foolish, as the saying went, and since then life had gotten much more serious and the need for a clear head much greater, and the months had turned into years, and then into decades.\u00a0 On this evening, though, there was nothing at all to keep him from enjoying the ride, and he did so, marveling at how well he remembered the experience in spite of how very many years it had been.<\/p>\n After a time he wandered down into the warmth of the hot bathing tub next to the forge.\u00a0 He slid down into the water, his muscles gratefully relaxing.\u00a0 Oh yes, this is good<\/em>.<\/p>\n He cast his mind back to those days, so long in the past, another period of time when he\u2019d felt alive, and desired, and ready for anything. You were twenty years younger, you fool. More than that. Of course you felt ready for anything.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Dag had given him that feeling, again, for those few sweet months, and then had left him alone, feeling dried up, dead inside, and worthless. Roggi had gotten him back on his feet. But Andante\u2019s constant attention made him wonder whether such a thing \u2013 feeling alive – might still be possible for him again, even now.<\/p>\n Then he looked around through the haze that skooma created of vision. \u00a0He thought about what he had in mind, and smiled.<\/p>\n Well there was always a chance it was going to happen eventually, wasn\u2019t there. I\u2019ve been picturing it from the start, from the moment he peered at me from under that hood and I saw those eyes and thought it was Dynny looking at me from beyond the grave. That was a moment, wasn\u2019t it; I almost forgot what I was saying. It took me a moment to recover and offer to buy him a drink.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n Oh, I wouldn\u2019t have done anything about it, of course, not if she had been here. I wouldn\u2019t have had the energy. Say what you will but Dag and me together, well, that\u2019s a mighty fine thing.<\/em><\/p>\n He grinned to himself. It didn\u2019t matter how much he missed her, nothing would ever take the memory of those months away from him.\u00a0 He\u2019d felt so thoroughly and genuinely loved and wanted. \u00a0And half the time, exhausted, but in a good way. He\u2019d been trying to focus on those feelings, those memories, instead of the sad fact that she was gone and his anger about it, and it had been helping, at least some of the time. And right now, he was feeling mellow and the memories had him smiling.<\/p>\n \u00a0But she\u2019s not here any longer and I don\u2019t see any reason to hold back at this point.<\/em><\/p>\n Andante had been teasing him since they\u2019d met, almost since the very moment they\u2019d first spoken and most definitely from the first hours they\u2019d spent talking over drinks in the Ragged Flagon. Andante had never made any attempt to hide the fact that he was ready and willing at a moment\u2019s notice. He\u2019d made so many leading comments that Brynjolf had lost track of them. He\u2019d flashed him from the lake when he still lived in the fishing shack. \u00a0And Brynjolf had appreciated his good looks all along, had even remarked about that to Dag when she was still there, while he\u2019d still been in shock over how much Andante reminded him of Dynny.<\/p>\n And I worked that forge in the next room as hard as I could trying not to think about that, didn\u2019t I.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t want to admit it to myself, but that was definitely there. Between the forge and Dag, I managed to put all possibilities of that out of my mind.<\/em><\/p>\n They\u2019d spent a lot of time together since then.\u00a0 At first it was simply a matter of business.\u00a0 He would hand Andante a job; Andante would do the job and return. And then Andante would flash his blue eyes and use some come-on line or another, and he would tell him no, lad.\u00a0 Focus on your work, lad.\u00a0 And he would be flattered, nonetheless.<\/p>\n And I would look at him and see Dynny.<\/em><\/p>\n But he\u2019s not Dynny. Not at all.<\/em><\/p>\n The longer he\u2019d known Andante, the more time they\u2019d spent together, especially after Dag had left.\u00a0 Yes, most of the time Andante was outwardly foolish, and persistent, and showy, and all the other things that he showed the rest of the world; but sometimes they\u2019d talk together, quietly, about a job to be done, or something as simple as the weather in Riften, and he would be impressed with the depth of the man.\u00a0 He knew things.\u00a0 He was skilled.\u00a0 And he understood people; not as well as Brynjolf did but well enough for his observational skills to be impressive. He was also ruthless and, from what he\u2019d observed and been told, brutal. There was so much more to him than people saw, and he shared it with Brynjolf.\u00a0 It was what he\u2019d needed, especially as he eased back into being the Guildmaster, after Roggi had rescued him from the brink, after he\u2019d been left on his own to rattle around Honeyside alone, and after he\u2019d returned to the Cistern feeling confident about his work and completely at sea about everything else. And sometimes Andante would walk with him, just walk quietly around the city, as he had the night Dardeh and Roggi had gotten married.\u00a0 He knew with a certainty that Andante cared for him.<\/p>\n He saved me from myself more times than he knows.\u00a0 He probably thinks I\u2019m nothing but a sour old man, grousing at everything that comes my way.\u00a0 He has no reason to know how much he\u2019s helped me.\u00a0 Maybe I should find a way to let him know that.<\/em><\/p>\n Still, he\u2019s not Dynny.\u00a0 He\u2019s Andante, and he\u2019s twice as strong and twice as dangerous as Dynny ever thought of being, and he\u2019s not a nice man, not a good man, no matter how hard he pretends to be. That\u2019s why he\u2019s so good at this business. And the other one as well.<\/em><\/p>\n And there was something else, the thing he\u2019d been thinking about for months.\u00a0 Andante had a power that had grown steadily stronger from the time he\u2019d first noticed it.<\/p>\n Brynjolf had plenty of power of his own; but there had always been a part of him that quietly craved more.\u00a0 He\u2019d honed the force of his personality and the craft of speech over decades, until he could talk his way into, or out of, almost anything.\u00a0 He\u2019d worked hard until his battle skills were the equal of most; he didn\u2019t need to use them often but when he did, he was prepared and effective.\u00a0 He had a sharp mind and keen observational skills. He wasn\u2019t lying when he told them all he didn\u2019t want to be in charge, even though he had always been quietly looking for ways to surpass Mercer; it was too satisfying to be able to work in the shadows, on his own, answering only to Maven and to the Guildmaster. But becoming an agent of Nocturnal had given him a taste of something else.<\/p>\n He could influence other people\u2019s minds directly, now.<\/p>\n Mercer had used it on him, that day when he stood high above the statue of the Snow Elf.\u00a0 It had been horrifying. He knew he was attacking Karliah, knew he would best her if nothing stopped them, he didn\u2019t want to do it; and yet Mercer had touched a place deep within him that he\u2019d only ever been vaguely aware of, a flood of rage he\u2019d never allowed free before. Even after they were safe and Mercer was dead, he hadn\u2019t been able to get what Mercer had done out of his mind. He\u2019d been thinking about it even as he tried to reassure Dag about her own killing rage, when he\u2019d had the hardest time letting go of her, standing there at the mouth of Bronze Water Cave.<\/p>\n He wanted that power.<\/p>\n So when he had gone with Karliah to choose his own path in the service of Nocturnal he had chosen to become the Agent of Subterfuge. \u00a0He could create havoc without moving a muscle, just using the power of his own mind.\u00a0 He had also found that he could control the power, if he was careful, so as to affect events without creating complete violence.\u00a0 He had worked hard at it, being very careful.\u00a0 A distraction was one of the best tools a thief could employ. But he\u2019d had enough hard lessons in not being careful when he was a young man, and he wanted to be certain he had control before he used the power. Now, after months of practice, he was sure of himself.<\/p>\n Andante could also do something very much like that.\u00a0 He\u2019d watched the man whisper in a mark\u2019s ear and then move in close, and they seemed to welcome his nearness rather than shy away from it.\u00a0 He was manipulating them, Brynjolf had been certain of it, and he hadn\u2019t known how.\u00a0 It had bothered him for months, and he had kept his eye on Andante, trying to learn his secret, all the while sensing how much more powerful Andante was becoming.<\/p>\n The lad is good at hiding it.\u00a0 But I have figured out what it is. <\/em><\/p>\n And I want it. <\/em><\/p>\n It will be the perfect way for me to spend the rest of my life. Nothing will ever threaten the Guild again. I won\u2019t let it. <\/em><\/p>\n There\u2019s nothing to keep me from it anymore, and I know just how to make it happen. \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n He stretched, and smiled in anticipation.\u00a0 I suppose I could make myself feel guilty about this if I really thought hard about it. I will be taking advantage of his nature, after all.\u00a0 But he\u2019s a smart man, and he\u2019ll figure it out quickly enough.\u00a0 The truth of the matter is that he wants me. And if I\u2019m honest about it I\u2019m looking forward to all of it. I have a feeling he is going to remind me even more of Dynny than he already does.<\/em><\/p>\n He nodded to himself, took a drink of his ale, and looked up at the ceiling as he heard the door unlock and Andante come into the house. A tingle of excitement ran up his spine, and he smiled.<\/p>\n Let\u2019s do this, lad. 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