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Re: Fire and Potions - 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Ah,” Therion said in a low chuckle. “Who was it?”

“What fool nonsense are you on about?” Farengar asked, tightly folding his arms.

“Who gave you the love potion? My coin would be on Arcadia, of course,” he said with a wolfish grin. “Short on wisp wrappings, are you? I could try to buy some from Arcadia’s Cauldron, but she might be conveniently out of stock, I suspect.”

Farengar shivered again and looked away as he forced his arms to remain at his sides.

Therion burst into laughter.

“Get out,” Farengar ordered, head held high, glaring defiantly at him from the shadows of his blue cowl.

“Why not call a guard, court wizard?” Therion chuckled. “If you think you can restrain yourself around Whiterun’s finest. As you can barely keep your hands off of me.”

Farengar finally pushed the Dragonborn away, who gracefully stepped away laughing as he did so.

“Is my torment so amusing to you?” Farengar asked, gasping for breath as he spoke. Therion’s smile widened. If he was out of breath, then he was not holding up as well as he pretended to be.

“In a word, yes,” Therion replied. “The most antisocial, introverted man I’ve ever met, driven to find affection mentally, not to mention physically? It’s a delicious sort of irony. Ever been under the effect of a love potion before, master wizard? I suppose not - it doesn’t sound like your field of alchemy.”

“I prefer more academic research - so no, I never tried one for recreation. But I do know how to craft a cure,” Farengar said indignantly.

“Which is very astute of you, except,” Therion snickered, “You may have noticed that certain, ah, desires are becoming more and more distracting? Your mind is going to give way very soon, and you won’t have a say in anything you do afterwards.”

Farengar gave him an unsettled look.

Therion held up his hands. “I’m a perfect gentleman. I wouldn’t dream of taking advantage. I don’t need potions to bed someone.”

The wizard relaxed a little.

“However,” Therion added, “If you don’t take an antidote soon, you might, ah, not give any choice in the matter.”

Farengar stiffened, looking more wary than ever.

“Oh, don’t look so anxious. Even if you lived a hundred years, you couldn’t overwhelm me - the maids of Dragonsreach or the guards, however… oh dear, who would win, if you ran into Irileth, I wonder?”

“I’m going to kill Arcadia,” Farengar growled. “I never knew she was capable of such a tasteless humor!”

“Humor?” Therion echoed. “You think she gave you a love potion to laugh at your expense?”

“Why else?” Farengar snarled, searching through his potions for a cure.

“For someone so smart, you’re remarkably dense,” Therion remarked. Who would have thought such an arrogant man would be so humble about his appeal.

“I suppose you believe that Arcadia possesses some inexplicable interest in my mind or body?” he said dismissively.

“Or your heart, more precisely,” Therion said, leaning back against his desk while the wizard continued rummaging for alchemy supplies. “Though you make it sound as if the notion is preposterous.”

“Precisely so,” Farengar said, returning to his alembic.

Therion caught his arm and whirled him around, holding him a breadth away.