"So?" I sauntered over to the two brothers and climbed over the bench opposite, grinning mischievously at Farkas who began to blush a rather fetching shade of red, "Did you go ask her?" Vilkas clearly had no idea what I was talking about, glaring at me, "Shouldn't you be training, new blood? Shor knows you need the practice. " "Probably." I made sure to keep my tone light, knowing that that would rile him and then ignored him, focusing my attention on Farkas, "Sooo..?" I wriggled my eyebrows in what I hoped was a lascivious manner, ignoring the growl from Grumpy-guts, "Give me all the juicy gossip." "What gossip?" I grinned at Vilkas as I took a bite from a pear in one of the bowls, relishing the crunch and the sweet tang of its juices, deliberately chewing slowly. When I had finished I licked my lips before replying, "From his romantic escapade with my housecarl, of course." I turned my gaze back to his sheepish twin, who was trying to avoid our gazes. Finally he mumbled, "Good."
Honestly.
"Did you ask her out for a drink? I thought she seemed to like you too," I grinned, "You know Lydia though, she didn't actually say that. In fact I got a rather scary glare when I asked her about it but she spent the whole time after the battle with a silly little smile on her face when she thought I wasn't watching. It was sweet." That might be a slight lie. I hadn’t had chance to speak to Lydia about anything lately. But she did seem to like him after I first entered Jorrvaskr. Farkas was smiling, a slow spreading grin that reminded her of a puppy, "She really likes me?" "What's not to like?" I wrinkled my nose at him and grinned, "You're handsome, strong, you'll let her be herself and you're kind." I shot Mr Grumpy a quick glare as I spoke but I didn't think that he even noticed, too busy frowning at his brother. "You didn't tell me this. When did you meet her?" "Igne brought her here when she came to hire us and we fought together in the battle." Farkas shrugged sheepishly, "I'd seen her before up at Dragonsreach and she seemed nice, we worked well together in battle, so once we were done killing I asked her for a drink." To my surprise the eternally moody Vilkas actually smiled and slapped his brother on the back, "Good for you, brother." He turned back to me and his frown returned, "Anyway, whelp, you've got a job. You'll be coming with me and Torvar to Markarth to help hunt down a criminal. We'll be leaving in three hours so go get ready." He stood up and headed back inside, Farkas clapping a hand to my shoulder as he followed, leaving me to let out the groan I'd been holding.
Great. Markarth. Of all the places...Looks like I'm finally going home.
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Call of the Blood 4.5/?
Date: 2013-07-03 10:25 pm (UTC)Vilkas clearly had no idea what I was talking about, glaring at me, "Shouldn't you be training, new blood? Shor knows you need the practice. "
"Probably." I made sure to keep my tone light, knowing that that would rile him and then ignored him, focusing my attention on Farkas, "Sooo..?" I wriggled my eyebrows in what I hoped was a lascivious manner, ignoring the growl from Grumpy-guts, "Give me all the juicy gossip."
"What gossip?"
I grinned at Vilkas as I took a bite from a pear in one of the bowls, relishing the crunch and the sweet tang of its juices, deliberately chewing slowly. When I had finished I licked my lips before replying, "From his romantic escapade with my housecarl, of course."
I turned my gaze back to his sheepish twin, who was trying to avoid our gazes. Finally he mumbled, "Good."
Honestly.
"Did you ask her out for a drink? I thought she seemed to like you too," I grinned, "You know Lydia though, she didn't actually say that. In fact I got a rather scary glare when I asked her about it but she spent the whole time after the battle with a silly little smile on her face when she thought I wasn't watching. It was sweet."
That might be a slight lie. I hadn’t had chance to speak to Lydia about anything lately. But she did seem to like him after I first entered Jorrvaskr.
Farkas was smiling, a slow spreading grin that reminded her of a puppy, "She really likes me?"
"What's not to like?" I wrinkled my nose at him and grinned, "You're handsome, strong, you'll let her be herself and you're kind." I shot Mr Grumpy a quick glare as I spoke but I didn't think that he even noticed, too busy frowning at his brother.
"You didn't tell me this. When did you meet her?"
"Igne brought her here when she came to hire us and we fought together in the battle." Farkas shrugged sheepishly, "I'd seen her before up at Dragonsreach and she seemed nice, we worked well together in battle, so once we were done killing I asked her for a drink."
To my surprise the eternally moody Vilkas actually smiled and slapped his brother on the back, "Good for you, brother." He turned back to me and his frown returned, "Anyway, whelp, you've got a job. You'll be coming with me and Torvar to Markarth to help hunt down a criminal. We'll be leaving in three hours so go get ready."
He stood up and headed back inside, Farkas clapping a hand to my shoulder as he followed, leaving me to let out the groan I'd been holding.
Great. Markarth. Of all the places...Looks like I'm finally going home.