aventus//the game of thrones

[babette .]

one two buckle my shoe three four shut the door .

In three hundred years, Babette had never found anyone with the potential to be a companion. Not the smelly werewolf companions that were hold up in Whiterun. Anyone could be one of those companions as long as they liked hitting things. No, she wanted a companion for herself. Someone that she could potentially become a vampire, who would not die. She was tired of the constant death of her family every few years. Allimir was the first vampire she’d had in the Sanctuary in a very long time, the one before him had only been turned a month before he was killed by a hunter in the Rift. He had been a colossal waste of the dark gift. But he had not been Babette’s choice. Someone else had decided he was vampire material, when he so clearly was not. Babette had always been cautious about who she would pass on her gift to, so cautious in fact that she’d yet to give it to anyone. She was always careful not to infect anyone. She could not imagine anyone that she had met spending the rest of time with her. Even Astrid and Arnbjorn lacked many of the qualities on Babette’s list, and she loved them both as dearly as she had loved her parents, before they had tried to kill her at any rate. She had been disappointed not to get the boy in Windhelm's contract. If anyone should have been retrieving a contract from a child it should have been her. One of the other more imposing assassins had gone to answer the boys call instead. Babette did not often want a specific contract, but this one had interested her. The request of a child to murder someone was not something that happened often. For someone so young to perform the dark sacrament, there had to be some extreme hate with in the boy. She had wanted to meet him, but Astrid had chosen someone else. Thankfully, the girl vampire did not give up so easily. She was going to meet this AVentus Aretino whether Astrid liked it or not. Though it may have killed the cat, it made the vampire more determined than ever. Once her curiosity had been peaked, she could never stop. It was nearly impossible for her to let something like this go. He could have the makings of the companion that she desired. He was young like she had been, with a clear desire to kill. She had never had that desire so young. When she was a mortal she only wanted to play at the alchemy table and have tea parties and imagine which of the noble boys she would grow up to marry. But Aventus dreamed of murder and assassins. That must be fascinating. Passing the stable, she walked the long way across the bridge to the large gates of the city. Of all the cities in Skyrim, Windhelm was one of her favorites. She liked how dark the city was. The high, cold stone walls, combined with the narrow streets, and the constantly gray snowy skies made the city all around depressing for most. But to a vampire, it was perfect. The sun so rarely shone here, she did not even have to raise her dark green hood to block it out. She still wore her cape as the weather was cold. She could not imagine being an argonian living there. Between the poverty and the chill she was surprised that they survived at all. The little breton girl attracted no attention from the guards as she walked down the streets towards the grey quarter, then turned off down the alley towards the residences. She had no idea which house belonged to him, but then she saw a little boy out on the steps of one of the homes. He was the first child she had seen in the day, Winterhold seemed to have far less children than some of the other cities. Probably because the town was so incredibly depressing. Holding one of her well worn dolls loosely in one hand, she ran up to him. ”Hello!” She said, cheerily, trying her best to sound like a ten year old girl, and not at all like a vampire assassin who was testing him out to see if he really was Dark Brotherhood material. ”Are you Aventus? The one that called the Dark Brotherhood?” She asked quietly as if it were a very big secret. Every guard in Skyrim had been talking about the boy, there was not a soul in all of Skyrim who did not know about the contract. Especially now that Grelod was dead. ”My name is Babette, this is my doll.” She realized that she had never given her doll a name. Did little girls still name dolls? She tried to remember what name she’d given hers when she was a mortal child. She was certain it had been something incredibly droll. A droll doll. She amused herself so much sometimes. But now she was supposed to be amusing Aventus. She needed to see what he was made of. ”Do you want to play?” She asked, trying to sound hopeful. ”We could play tag, or hide and seek?”

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[Aventus Aretino .]

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[babette .]

one two buckle my shoe three four shut the door .

It was not off to a good start. She had been impressed that someone so young had the motivation to summon the Dark Brotherhood. When she had come to Winterhold, she’d expected him to be different. He seemed whiny and angry. Anger was good, irritating was less good. How on earth could he know that she would end up hating him. She didn’t know. Perhaps he was a seer. Somehow she doubted that was the case. Those were few and far between. If he was a seer, she would have heard about him. She made it her business to know those kind of things. Anything out of the ordinary that could potentially help or hinder the family made its way onto Babette’s table. A child seer summoning the Dark Brotherhood would have made him instantly invaluable regardless of whether she liked him or not. ”I am not a stupid girl.” She said. The very, childish voice in which she said it was less forced than it had been before. ”I am very smart. I’m an alchemist and I am very good at it, considering that I’m ten.” It was true. Even if she was three hundred years and only physically ten. Even as a mortal child, she had always been good at alchemy. Her mother had make her practice all but constantly when she was young. She had exhibited her mother’s talent very early on. ”My mother never played hide and seek, or tag, or anything. All we ever did was practice alchemy.” Every day. Babette fondly remembered it now, but for the first century of her life she resented her mother for never letting her play as children did. She knew who he was. There was hardly a traveler in Skyrim who had not heard from one guard or another about the boy who performed the black sacrament. ”I know who you are. Everyone heard about Grelod the Kind, in all of Skyrim.” She nodded, enthusiastically. ”Did you really do whole ritual? With real body parts?” Once that had been an honest requirement. The Night Mother would not entertain a person’s pleas without proper incantation and a human heart, skull, bones, and flesh. But that time had long since passed. There was no longer a black hand, there was no listener or speaker. Things had become very vague in recent years. The rumor of the sacrament was enough to send an assassin to inquire. The Dark Brotherhood was no where near the supernatural glory that it once held. She missed that. But now, she was going to play a game of tag with a little boy. She was going to find out if the boy had what it took to be an assassin one way or another. She had ideas of ways to tell, but she had never done recruiting for the brotherhood. Someone taller had always decided on new initiates. She did not even have permission to be considering taking in Aventus. Forget Astrid. Babette was a three hundred year old vampire, she had lived long enough to earn the right to make some decisions. And her decision was that she wanted to see if Aventus could really be an assassin. She thought he might. As long as he could keep the whining down and the anger and bloodlust up. He might even make a fine vampire. Only time would tell. ”I will count and you can hide, but you’d better be quick!” She said covering her face with both hands and counting out loud. ”One... Two... Three...”

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word count - 598 . tag - aventus . short, sorry .

[Aventus Aretino .]

The Nightingale in the golden cage

Her words brought a race of fear through the boy, chilling him to the bone despite the icy wind whispering around them. Everyone knows? Aventus’ hands unconsciously clenched into fists at such an idea.

He didn’t want that. What if someone came after him? He didn’t want to get in trouble. What would they do to someone who had hired an assassin? Would he be locked up?

His nose crinkled in disgust when she asked if he did the whole thing, with real pieces. Why would she care if I did? Aventus shrugged: “Y…yeah. I used real body parts. I stole them from the undercroft. Some lady was murdered and I used…her.” His hands felt clammy with sweat just thinking about it. He’d been so scared when he’d stolen into that dark, frightening place. But it was justified.

When the girl began counting, Aventus turned and quickly darted into the house, knowing exactly where he’d hide. She’d never find him.

Throwing the door close behind him, he scaled the stairs quickly and turning, ran as fast as he could like when he was younger. Right over the door to his house, was a small storage alcove, and as a child, he’d often hide there, behind the boxes, where no one could ever see him. Landing, he tucked himself behind the boxes, and pulled his knees up to his chest, wondering what he was doing.

Why was he playing hide and seek with this girl?

Why did he care?

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[babette .]

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"Four... Five... Six... “ Babette was absolutely giddy, which was a terrifying state coming from the unchild. He might be angry, and depressive, and more than a little queer, but he was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Stolen body parts for his sacrifice. The only way it would have been better was if he had murdered the girl that he used himself. He was young for that, but not for long. He could be taught.He would learn. She could make him into an assassin, the potential was definitely there. She just had to make sure. While she had no doubt in her own abilities as a teacher, she’d lived three hundred years, more than half of which had been spent solely in the company of assassins. If there was anything of which she was capable it was molding minds into killers. Seven... Eight... Nine...

He could not really hide from her. She was a vampire and an assassin. Her continued survival relied heavily on her ability to hunt. She heard him to into the house. It was a small house, and she doubted there were any suitable hiding places inside it really. Ten! Ready or not, here I come.” She smiled, and giggled a little, solely for the guards that were passing the little house, she ran off to one side of the alley amongst some barrels to seek her companion, then around behind one of the large stone columns that she imagined mortal children found a perfectly adequate hiding place. ”Come out, come out wherever you are!” Idiots.

Opening the door quietly, she crept in, moving up the stairs as silently as she could. She pretended to inspect the upstairs room, before turning towards the alcove above the door in which he hid. ”That isn’t fair, Aventus. I can’t jump over there in my skirt.” She could have. Probably. The problem with skirts was that they very quickly got tangled around one’s legs when they were jumping about rafters and things. She was still astonished that in three hundred years, most women still worse skirts as opposed to the more practical trousers. She sat down on the top step, and placed her chin in her hands, with her elbows on her knees. ”Besides, I’m bored of hide and seek. We should play a new game.”

”Let’s play dark brotherhood.”

word count - 394 . tag - aventus . sorry for the short post .

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