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"Until next time, Delvin." She nearly sang, swinging her hips as she headed towards the Cistern.
From one of the tables, he heard Brynjolf chuckle as she left. "Did she get you again, Delvin?"
"I never know what to say to her until two days after she's gone."
"Ah, Delvin, she's just testing you. I think she likes you." Brynjolf mused.
"That's because she doesn't know him yet." Vex offered in a loud, less than helpful voice.
"You're a real help, you are." Delvin said pointedly to Vex, who, stuck her tongue out at him in response. "She gets me all hot and bothered and then sweeps away like she's late for dinner." He was speaking more to himself than the other two, thinking aloud.
"You could get her to stay, if you tried hard enough." Brynjolf advised sagely. "It will just take a little more effort than you're putting into it."
"What does she want me to say?" He asked, genuinely curious. It seemed like Brynjolf had picked up on the same thing he thought, and having the outside confirmation reassured him. Abandoning the bar, he went to sit with Brynjolf, and hopefully pick up some insight on how to approach Corinne.
"You shouldn't need me to tell you, lad." Brynjolf answered quickly, but then he looked at Delvin and frowned absently as he got lost in thought. When he spoke again, his tone was quieter, almost pitying. "When was the last time you went after a woman?"
"During the Oblivion Crisis." Vex quipped. She'd strained to hear Brynjolf, edging her chair closer so she could continue listening to their conversation.
"She's not far off." Delvin said with a sigh. "It's been a long while."
"Well, from what little she's told me, she comes from a rich background, powerful family. She'll be expecting roses and confidence, not your offers of drinks in the sewer."
"So what do you recommend?" Delvin leaned in closer.
"Leaving her alone." Vex answered again, and this time, Brynjolf looked annoyed at her interruption.
"Maybe we should talk about this elsewhere." Brynjolf offered, looking around the Flagon.
"Just tell me what I need to do to talk to Corinne. If she don't like me, well, there isn't much to be done after that. I just want a chance."
Brynjolf sighed, but gave in. "Listen close, because I won't be giving you this advice again. You'll need to practice before you can approach her, don't go spouting off lines like its a recital."
"I'm listening." Delvin said. And listen he did, as Brynjolf told him more about women than he'd ever needed to know. He never gave Brynjolf credit, but the man didn't go to bed alone if he didn't want to. Women fell over themselves for him, and he wondered just how much of it had to do with being called lass by handsome man.
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Summary - Infatuated with the thieves guild newest member but getting nowhere, Delvin turns to Brynjolf for advice on women.
tags: char:f!pc, char:delvin mallory, char:brynjolf, char:vex, race:breton, relationship:het
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Thank you so so so much, dearest A!A, for making my day :D
Can't wait for Delvin to step into action.
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"It's about sizing up your mark." Brynjolf had said in conclusion, as if every life lesson was intertwined with the tenets of the guild.
It seemed a crude statement, Bryn was correct, it was about knowing a person and what they liked, in love and thievery. Only the worst or most desperate tried to pull a break in without some sort of plan. Though he hated the Riften Market, and normally took pains to keep well away from the place, especially near Honorhall Orphanage, there was something compelling about a crowd of distracted people milling about, it appealed to the thief within him. The crowd lent him energy and enthusiasm for his task, and the promise of a distraction should it go wrong. Riften was his city, for better or worse, but he couldn't exactly claim to be fond of the place.
Delvin looked around the market, his gaze lingering on Grelka. The ornery merchant would be a challenge for him, and wasn't likely to be easy to win over. The art, wasn't in getting her interested, but learning to read her in the conversation. Though he doubted that he'd have any chance of success, he walked over to her, and pretended to look at her wares. The first piece of advice Bryn gave him was, 'It's all in the eyes. Look there to measure a reaction.'
Avoiding eye contact was more his specialty, sneaking around and not being detected. Forcing himself to look Grelka in the eye would be a challenge, and he took a deep breath before he began.
"Are you gonna buy something?" She barked as soon as he looked at her.
"I like what I'm seeing right now."
"Whatever item interests you, make an offer. It's not for free." Grelka said, obviously missing the subtext of his words. Her eyes were dark and stormy, and Delvin decided to ask again, to see if he could break through them, to get her talking.
"What can you tell me about them?"
"They're for sale." Grelka snapped. "What else do you need to know?" Delvin glanced back up at her and saw that she was openly suspicious and her expression closed, and understood the lesson at last. She would likely remain that way, and he was wasting his time. With that in mind he went for broke.
"Were you always this cute, or did you have to work at it?"
He had to hold in a chuckle at how she blanched then her face flushed crimson before she recovered her usual angry visage. Dropping that awful line was worth it to see the somewhat horrified look she gave him.
"Are you making a joke or something?" Grelka asked, her confusion and anger mounting.
"Wouldn't dream of it, darlin." Delvin said, before moving away.
That wasn't too bad, he thought, looking back at Grelka's stormy face as she yelled at another customer. Brynjolf's lesson had actually come in handy, even if it hadn't played out that well. He lifted the soul gem he'd palmed from her cart and put it in a pocket as he walked towards Balimund's forge. If nothing else, he might give the thing to Corinne, her daggers sparkled and gleamed with enchantments when she came down to the Flagon.
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I love this line more than I should.
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"Don't see you up here very often." Haelga said to him.
"I'd come more often if I was guaranteed to see you." Delvin answered.
A startled look crossed her face as she gave a high-pitched giggle at the statement, obviously flattered by his statement. "I had no idea you were so interested. If so, I'd have preferred to deal with you from the beginning."
Delvin laughed, knowing that Haelga would have fared no better with him, because he would have done the same as Corinne in securing her debt. Well, perhaps not exactly the same, instead of stealing her statue, Corinne had brawled with the woman until she caved, and though he might have liked to watch the two women fight, he would have opted for just taking the damn Dibella statue. He took a small step back, standing up straighter. They were both preening like peacocks, displaying themselves as they eyed each other. Bryn's second piece of advice - Draw her out.
"Dibella, eh?" He began, nodding towards the necklace that dangled between her heavy bosom. "I've always been interested in her artifacts. Brings beauty into the world." He said, thinking mostly about the beautiful septims he'd get if he actually found one of her aedric artifacts.
"You're a follower of Dibella?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "I must admit, you don't look the type."
"Don't let appearances fool you. I may not be powdered and pressed, but I have a great appreciation for the most exquisite things." He said, looking directly at her as he said 'exquisite'.
"Is that so?" Haelga lowered her voice, moving closer to him. "I've got a shrine, and a statue you've just got to see."
"A shrine?"
"With all the Blessings of Dibella herself."
"Another time, maybe. I've got some business to take care of." Delvin said. "Be seeing you, Haelga."
"I hope so."
He'd heard about that shrine, it was supposedly at the end of her bed and the invitation to see it wasn't just one to go and have a peak at it. Delvin already felt triumphant, reveling in his success with Haelga after dealing with Grelka. He knew that part of it was because she wanted favors with the guild, and he found he didn't really mind, it was enough to know that she'd responded to his advances, whatever her motivations.
Smiling at her, he took his leave, he didn't want to lead her on - this was just practice and she was not Corinne. If he were going to leave with anyone, it was going to be the woman that had been stalking his dreams since they'd met. He gave Haelga one more appreciative, lascivious look and then walked off, heading towards Mistveil Keep so that she thought his business legit. There was nowhere he had to be, so he exited the gates of the city and doubled back, coming through the front just in time to run into Nivenor, the wife of Bolli the fisherman.
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"Thank you, but if you're looking for a handout, you'll want to find my husband Bolli instead."
"I prefer talking to you, so long as Bolli doesn't mind."
"I don't mind." NIvenor answered. "But my husband might...if he finds out."
"He's lucky to have a jewel like you." He looked at her flattered expression and pressed on. "If you were mine, I'd give you the finest things and take you out, show you off. What good is a diamond nobody can see, right?"
"I like diamonds." She answered, ignoring most of his comment.
Delvin paused for the briefest of moments, searching his brain for a response. Bryn's third piece of advice - Go with the flow. "Fine woman like yourself, of course you do. With that sparkle in your eyes, they'd be beautiful on you."
"If you and I were alone, you could call me that. It could be our little secret." Nivenor said, moving closer to him.
"If you can keep a secret, so can I." Delvin answered, aware that he was wading into dangerous territory, but unable to pull back. Emboldened by Brynjolf's lessons actually working, he found himself getting caught up in the conversations. Riften was a lonely place, he realized, and if he weren't quite so smitten with the lovely Corinne, he might start trying to alleviate some of that loneliness.
Nivenor was smiling up at him, standing too close to be casual when a guard strolled by. "Everything alright here?" He asked.
"Just fine." Nivenor said, and Delvin took a step back from her. Her eyes roamed over him, searching and hard. "Maybe if you bring me a token of your affection, we can continue our conversation."
"I'll keep that in mind." Delvin replied, then turned and went off, back towards the market.
He was distracted, too many thoughts and the unused advice filling his head as he wandered through the market as he picked pockets just to clear his mind. Straightening up after relieving Aerin of a few coins and a garnet, he bumped into someone, nearly knocking them over. Without looking to see who it was, he extended a hand, helping the figure to her feet.
"Sorry about that, sweetheart, it was all my fault. I should have been paying more attention."
"Delvin Mallory, do not, ever again in your life call me sweetheart as if I'm some common doxy you're trying to bed." Maven Black-Briar hissed at him. "Or I will be more than delighted to send the Dark Brotherhood after you."
"Shit. Maven, I didn't realize it was you." He said needlessly. "My apologies again."
"Obviously. You've been so busy working the crowd, everyone in Riften is going to go home with their purses empty." She said, brushing nonexistent dust from her clothes. "Be sure to get that bothersome harpy Mjoll, she needs to be put in her place, and her little friend Aerin too. All of that righteous whimpering, after she already met her match in some dwarven ruin. I guess that's why she's here bothering my city, playing it safe."
Something clicked in his mind, Maven's words mixing with Brynjolf's. Suddenly, he knew just what to do.
"Got to get back to the Flagon, Maven." He said, not bothering to apologize again. He strode away, making his way to the Cistern entrance without haste. With unseeing eyes Maven watched him retreat, not caring where he went, her mind busy with whatever thoughts had consumed her before Delvin had fallen into her.
Delvin was waiting for Corinne when she came down to the Flagon, knowing that she'd stop by every day while she stayed in Riften. He didn't have to turn around to know when she'd entered, he could sense her, the hairs on the back of his neck pricked to attention as soon as her silent footfalls came up behind him. Ignoring him, she went to see Vex, asking about jobs. She'd come by to see him next, he knew that she was making it wait on purpose, and so he did, standing near some crates, feigning a calm he didn't feel.
"Delvin Mallory, do not, ever again in your life call me sweetheart as if I'm some common doxy..."
"She'll be expecting roses and confidence."
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She wanted confidence, needed to see that he saw and treated her differently than everyone else in the guild. Flirting with Vex and a good portion of the guild made his interest dubious in her eyes, and she wanted to know if he was serious. Saying a silent thanks to both Bryn and Maven, he waited for her to come over to him, eyes never leaving her. It was like she knew he was watching, he noticed a little more show in her movements, but where other people would become expansive, she shrank in, becoming feline and fluid, displaying her best skills to him.
"Delvin," Corinne dragged a finger up his arm as she drawled his name, standing close enough for him to reach out and kiss her. "I've missed you and the money you pay out when I finish a job. Do you have anything nearby, so I can get paid and see your handsome face?"
"For you, I just might."
"I'm so relieved to hear it. I'd hate to leave Riften before I've had a chance to christen my new house, and my gold is running low since I decorated it." She tossed her hair from her face and looked up at him, her eyes gleaming expectantly.
"Why don't you invite me over then?" Delvin asked, and this time, he leaned into her, taking up her space. His words were a demand couched in a question, subtle and probing, but sure of her affirmative answer. Delight sparked in her dark eyes, and he watched the smile form in them before it spread across her face.
"You'd have to break in." She challenged, in a voice of cultivated softness.
"I think I could manage that." He closed a hand over the wrist she had resting on the crate near him, not forcefully, he wasn't that stupid. She could shout him onto six different planes of Oblivion or burn him to a crisp if she felt like she was being threatened, and he had no desire to ever make her angry. The movement was precise, calculated, and it kept her there next to him, with her attention focused on him, instead of on her next retort.
Lowering his head towards her ear, he growled. "If I break in and don't find you naked under the sheets on your bed, I'll be very disappointed."
Corinne smiled at him, stepping a half step closer to him, and there was barely an inch between them. With her free hand, she put a finger on his chest, letting it slowly drift down the centerline, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. The motion sent sparks through him, though he could hardly feel it through his guild armor. "I wouldn't dream of disappointing you, Delvin. I'll triple lock every door and window in anticipation." Her voice was nearly a husky purr in his ears, and he felt arousal and jubilation welling within him in equal measure. "I always knew we understood each other." She continued, dragging her finger back upwards, letting it tickle the underside of his chin. "Don't keep me waiting."
Like the master thief she was, she slipped effortlessly from his grip and sauntered from the Flagon, turning only to shoot him a saucy smile over her shoulder as she wiggled out of sight. Delvin let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding, and became aware of the sweat across his brow, the weakness in his knees. A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the present, and he found Brynjolf at his side, looking far too pleased with himself.
"I knew you'd figure the lass out. I had every confidence in you, but..." He laughed, looking over at Vex. "If you're breaking into Honeyside, you might want to get some lockpick training before you head out tonight, and give Vex some gold. She just lost a pretty hefty amount."
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I love it so much, I had to read it twice :D Of course they'd bet against Delvin. Oh this story is just wonderful!
Thank you so so so so much!
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