Ñame: (Y/n) (l/n)
Date: June 10,2019
Time: 7:30 p.m
Written where: in my Diary

That's it. I'm done. All I'm known for is Dragonborn. Someone who saves people then disappears.
These people aren't grateful for anything.
They throw me to the side the minute I have done what they wanted me to do.

Nobody understands me.
They don't give a shit about me.
I may be in many guilds... but I'm hardly noticed.
It's sad.
I'm the Guildmaster of the thieves guild.
Harbringer of the Companions.
I'm a member of the Blades.
Im the leader of the Dark brotherhood and much more.
I have earned these titles and yet no one seems to notice I exist.
Brynjolf always ignores me, telling me he is busy, Vex Just shoves a contract in my hands, along with Delvin, Nazir, Farkas, Vilkas, Alea, and many more.

I just do contracts. That's it. Just do everybody's jobs.
I tried adopting but eventually my kid just avoided me. They don't talk to me much.... they have found a new home.
It upsets me. I miss their shrieks of laughter, their questions on dragons, their cute, small, little snores, and the pattering of their feet.
My home is empty without them.
I'll try to adopt again soon but... I'll probably end up heartbroken.

There is no joy in my home.. it is missing something....-

"Oh Listener~!!!! Where are you~?"

That voice. It brings me painful memories... yet  it brings back the good ole days.

"Cicero?"
I stood up, my eyes filled with hope once again.
'He's alive... he really is alive. Oh how I have missed my jester. My foolish Cicero.'

Idk where this is going...
Oh well.
Part two will be out, i guess.
Yes it's a Cicero x reader. I know it really isn't but the next oneshot it will be.
This is horrible. I know... oh well....