Orla finally noticed the newcomers and squeaked in panic while Roggi almost knocked her off himself in shock. “My Lord... it is not what it looks like....“ he looked up at the naked woman on his lap. “Really, Roggi, so enlighten me. What exactly is it?“ It was Orla who spoke up. “No point hiding it any longer. Hagen, this farce we call marriage cannot continue. You don't love me, and Roggi is much more fun in bed than you will ever be.“ Farkas was a bit surprised that she did not even bother covering herself up, but then again, that sight was nothing either of them hadn't seen before, so there was probably no point. Hagen's jaw dropped visibly. Farkas had to suppress a smile at the sight. The great dragonborn, speechless as his potency is being mocked. “Fine. You just stay where you are. I'm leaving.“
Hagen turned around and almost knocked Farkas over who was standing between him and the door. He left without another word, the other Companion right behind him. Outside the dragonborn whistled for his horse, took it by its reins and led it towards the wood, waiting for Farkas to catch up.
“What in Oblivion has just happened?“ Farkas finally asked. Hagen shook his head in confusion. Had she not always loved him? Adored him? Worshiped the ground he walked on? The thing she cared the most for was his own personal happiness, so why would she... Hagen smiled. “I think I just remembered why I married that woman in the first place.“ The wolf just frowned. “What? I don't get it.“ The dragonborn laughed. “She knew. Orla is a smart girl. She offered me a way out...“ He looked over his shoulder at Farkas. “She knew all along that I wasn't happy. When you came this morning, she probably noticed...“ he shook his head. “It doesn't matter. Let's go home, shall we?“ Farkas, still confused, just nodded in response. “You going to stay in Jorrvaskr now? After all you just lost your house...“ The dragonborn chuckled to himself. “That hardly matters, I have two more just like this one.“ Farkas crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, right, and I am a lusty Argonian maid.“ Hagen raised an eyebrow and mustered the wolf disapprovingly. “I mean it, Farkas. Dragonborn, remember? People are licking my boots all over Skyrim.“ “Please tell me you're joking. Another manor? Another steward?“ “Yes, even another housecarl and another bard.“ “Another wife as well?“ Hagen rubbed his beard in thought. “Let me think...“ A punch to his shoulder brought him back to reality. “Ouch!! No, no other wife as far as I can remember.“
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Re: Of Love and Betrayal 02d/2
Date: 2013-03-26 03:19 pm (UTC)It was Orla who spoke up. “No point hiding it any longer. Hagen, this farce we call marriage cannot continue. You don't love me, and Roggi is much more fun in bed than you will ever be.“ Farkas was a bit surprised that she did not even bother covering herself up, but then again, that sight was nothing either of them hadn't seen before, so there was probably no point.
Hagen's jaw dropped visibly. Farkas had to suppress a smile at the sight. The great dragonborn, speechless as his potency is being mocked.
“Fine. You just stay where you are. I'm leaving.“
Hagen turned around and almost knocked Farkas over who was standing between him and the door. He left without another word, the other Companion right behind him. Outside the dragonborn whistled for his horse, took it by its reins and led it towards the wood, waiting for Farkas to catch up.
“What in Oblivion has just happened?“ Farkas finally asked. Hagen shook his head in confusion. Had she not always loved him? Adored him? Worshiped the ground he walked on? The thing she cared the most for was his own personal happiness, so why would she...
Hagen smiled. “I think I just remembered why I married that woman in the first place.“ The wolf just frowned. “What? I don't get it.“
The dragonborn laughed. “She knew. Orla is a smart girl. She offered me a way out...“ He looked over his shoulder at Farkas. “She knew all along that I wasn't happy. When you came this morning, she probably noticed...“ he shook his head. “It doesn't matter. Let's go home, shall we?“ Farkas, still confused, just nodded in response. “You going to stay in Jorrvaskr now? After all you just lost your house...“ The dragonborn chuckled to himself. “That hardly matters, I have two more just like this one.“
Farkas crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, right, and I am a lusty Argonian maid.“ Hagen raised an eyebrow and mustered the wolf disapprovingly. “I mean it, Farkas. Dragonborn, remember? People are licking my boots all over Skyrim.“
“Please tell me you're joking. Another manor? Another steward?“
“Yes, even another housecarl and another bard.“
“Another wife as well?“
Hagen rubbed his beard in thought. “Let me think...“ A punch to his shoulder brought him back to reality. “Ouch!! No, no other wife as far as I can remember.“