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The Tale of a JesterEven with the wind howling at the entrance of the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary and the acoustics of it being a cave, it seemed deathly quiet with the members either asleep or out on contracts. The light snores of the Sanctuary's inhabitants faintly echoed but were absorbed into the moss and other flora growing underground. One of the members, a jester, was restless. His face was in a constant state of emotive change, his brown eyes flecked with a lighter tone rotating in their sockets in a near chameleon-like manner. Tossing and turning, he could not find a comfortable spot in the animal hide covered bed, even if he adjusted the pillow multiple times. On his mind was whether he would be chosen to be the Listener. The rank of Listener has not been used for over 200 years, but yet.. he hoped it would be him.
Quietly shifting himself out of the sparsely covered bed, Cicero made his way on the balls of his feet to a basin that sat in the corner with a sheet of flat, perfectly forged s
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NOTE: DO NOT READ THIS FIC UNLESS YOU HAVE SEEN REVENGE OF THE FALLEN!!! MAJOR SPOILERS ABOUND YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Writing Prompt #49/50
Rating: T (Just to be safe)
Characters: Sam, Bumblebee, Leo
Takes Place: Two weeks after Revenge of the Fallen
Spoiler Warnings: Reading the novels/comics/seeing the movies helps.
Other Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Brotherly Love
Teaser: In the days following the Battle of Giza, Sam begins to have series of nightmares but refuses to talk about them. When they become so bad they start to make him physically ill, Bumblebee takes matters into his own hands to help his friend.
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