As their kisses grew bolder, so did their hands, and Farkas soon found himself unclasping his lover's armour. As it was hitting the ground with a loud noise, Hagen suddenly jumped back as if he had been slapped in the face. With his eyes wide open, he turned towards the trapdoor that led upstairs. Farkas, rejection setting in once more, followed his lover's gaze to the door only to find a young woman making her way down the ladder. Hagen swallowed hard and tried to steady his breath as the beautiful young woman turned towards them. “Hagen, you did not even introduce me to your friend!“ the young woman said with a flirty voice as she made her way over to the two Companions. She barely acknowledged the piece of armour on the ground, or the fact that the dragonborn was half naked, and immediately turned to Farkas. “You must be the Companion I heard so much about. I am Orla, Hagen's wife“ she said with the most pleasant voice. Farkas's jaw dropped. Wife? He felt himself grow pale, but tried his best to keep his composure. “Name's Farkas“ he said with a shaky voice as he shook her hand. “Wait, I know you, don't I“ the beautiful young Nord woman suddenly said. The Companion only looked at her, still shocked. “But of course! You saved me from these bandits a few years ago! Remember?“ Suddenly memories came back. A pleasant young woman, nice face, always smiling... “You're that priestess of Dibella, right?“ The woman just nodded. “Such a pleasure to see you again!“ She playfully punched Hagen's shoulder. “He is such a brute. You'd think he'd invite his comrades over from time to time, but he is absolutely useless when it comes to being a good host. Are you staying for lunch, Farkas?“ He jumped a little as he heard his name, and was finally able to look away from the dragonborn who looked absolutely disgusted. Knowing his voice would fail him, he just nodded. “Oh wonderful! I'll go prepare the food right away!“ With a wave in their direction, she was gone.
Farkas collapsed back into the chair and buried his face in his hands. A wife. The bastard had a wife.
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Re: Of Love and Betrayal 01e/?
Date: 2013-03-22 10:34 pm (UTC)“Hagen, you did not even introduce me to your friend!“ the young woman said with a flirty voice as she made her way over to the two Companions. She barely acknowledged the piece of armour on the ground, or the fact that the dragonborn was half naked, and immediately turned to Farkas.
“You must be the Companion I heard so much about. I am Orla, Hagen's wife“ she said with the most pleasant voice.
Farkas's jaw dropped. Wife? He felt himself grow pale, but tried his best to keep his composure. “Name's Farkas“ he said with a shaky voice as he shook her hand. “Wait, I know you, don't I“ the beautiful young Nord woman suddenly said. The Companion only looked at her, still shocked. “But of course! You saved me from these bandits a few years ago! Remember?“ Suddenly memories came back. A pleasant young woman, nice face, always smiling... “You're that priestess of Dibella, right?“ The woman just nodded. “Such a pleasure to see you again!“ She playfully punched Hagen's shoulder. “He is such a brute. You'd think he'd invite his comrades over from time to time, but he is absolutely useless when it comes to being a good host. Are you staying for lunch, Farkas?“
He jumped a little as he heard his name, and was finally able to look away from the dragonborn who looked absolutely disgusted. Knowing his voice would fail him, he just nodded.
“Oh wonderful! I'll go prepare the food right away!“
With a wave in their direction, she was gone.
Farkas collapsed back into the chair and buried his face in his hands.
A wife. The bastard had a wife.