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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

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Re: Misfire: Welcome Returns, sequel to 'All creatures great and small' 4a/?

[(Anonymous)]

“And Tsun tested you?”

“...Is that the huge man who guards the bridge?”

“By Shor’s decree, yes.”

“Ah...then yes.”

“...That’s it? Just yes?”

“We fought, I got a few hits on him, he let me in. What more do you want?”

“Details.”

“About?”

“Everything.”

Nibenor shook his head, wiping stew from his mouth. The events were fuzzy in his mind.
“I...don’t remember all that much. I was tired and hurt...but you’d like it. Heroes everywhere,” he paused, looking up at his lover’s twin “I met Ysgramor...he doesn’t look much like the statue in his tomb.”

Vilkas laughed at that.

“I always thought that there was some...embellishment when it came to that statue.”

“Just a bit. I wish I could tell you more Vilkas but...it’s all...foggy, like it was just a dream,” he shrugged “Sorry.”

Vilkas sighed.

“I suppose, given the state you were in when you returned, that it’s hardly surprising. The priestess had quite a time healing you. She couldn’t manage it all.”

“That would explain the bruise.”

The Nord nodded.

“Ah well, perhaps in time it will return to you and you can give us all a good tale.”

“I’ll try to remember.”

“Well...we’ll all see it for ourselves someday. Anyway, I suppose you’re wondering where Farkas is?”

“Um...well...yes.”

“He left on some...business two days ago, once he was sure you were stable. He said he wanted to get back before you woke, but he lingered too long for that to happen.”

“Oh?”

“He would’ve stayed until you woke but he was very driven to get to the task he set himself.”

“You’re being very cryptic.”

“Aye. Well, you’ll see in time. At any rate, he should be back any time now.”
Nibenor couldn’t think of anything to say to that, so he settled for nodding, looking at the now empty tray in front of him. Vilkas reached over, lifting it from his lap, his expression suddenly embarrassed.

“Is there...anything else you need?”

Nibenor smiled.

“Nothing that requires your assistance.”

He looked relieved at that.

“Ah...then, I’ll leave you to rest. The priestess said she’d come by later to check on your injuries.”

The man turned and left at that, closing the door behind him. True to his word, Danica showed up some time later that day, prodding and poking him until he made it clear that he’d had enough. Farkas’s absence only served to put him in a bad mood and by the time evening fell, he was almost beside himself with boredom. There was only so much a Bosmer could sleep, even as injured as he was.

Relief only came later when Farkas returned, staggering into the room after his trip and despite the obvious weariness he felt, he embraced Nibenor warmly, gathering him into strong arms.

Nibenor sighed at the touch, feeling thick limbs wrapping about him, pulling his small frame against his partner’s broad chest.

“I’ve missed you, little elf.” He murmured, face pressed into Nibenor’s dark hair, the stubble on his jaw scratching as he spoke.

The Dragonborn smiled, pressing himself against his lover.

“I’ve missed you too, Farkas.”

Re: Misfire: Welcome Returns, sequel to 'All creatures great and small' 4b/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Aela and Vilkas said you’ve been asleep most of the time.”

“Well I missed you when I was awake, ok?”

A soft rumble of laughter vibrated in Farkas’s chest.

“Ok then,” he paused hands beginning to roam over Nibenor’s bruise-mottled body and he pulled back to look him over “the healer said you were healing well.”

Nibenor nodded.

“I’m sore but...not in any real pain. She’s healed the worst. The rest will take care of itself, I think.”

“That’s good. Means I can do all the things to you that I’ve been thinking about while you were away.”

He caught the intonation, the way Farkas’s voice always dropped when he had something less than platonic on his mind. Nibenor smiled coyly.

“Oh? Do tell.”

A soft kiss at the corner of him jaw made him flush, an unexpected heat rising in his body at the touch that held so many promises.

“I’d rather show.”

The Nord learned forwards, pressing warm lips against the elf’s and Nibenor sighed, feeling arms tightening further. He lifted his own to Farkas’s armoured back, feeling cool metal press against his palms and he squirmed, the need to feel Farkas’s flesh beneath his palms sudden and overwhelming.

He found his hands moving of their own accord, finding buckles and loosening them as quickly as possible. Farkas seemed not to notice, his lips and teeth preoccupied with worrying Nibenor’s lip. It was only when the Bosmer began to tug insistently at his breastplate that he pulled away, tossing the metal aside. It clattered to the floor loudly.

Nibenor couldn’t say that he noticed, far too preoccupied with sliding his hands beneath Farkas’s roughspun shirt, kneading the hard swells of his pectorals. Smooth skin slid beneath his fingertips, warm and comforting and Nibenor couldn’t help grinning at the sensation, feeling his lover so very real, so close after their time apart. He shifted forwards once more, pressing his bare torso against the other man, wanting to hold and savour him, to make up for the lost time, the absence, the chill of it fading as Farkas settled his large hands onto his back once more.

The Nord stilled, and Nibenor smiled against his shoulder to know that his partner knew him so well, knew that for the moment, it was simply his presence, his heat that was needed.

Fatigue washed over him suddenly, and he slumped against the Companion, settling his head onto the broad shoulder.

“Over did it, did we?” Farkas chuckled. Nibenor could only nod in agreement as the larger man shifted back onto the bed, still cradling him in his thick arms. Rough blankets were pulled up a moment later, tucked about him before Farkas laid him onto the mattress and pulled away.

A murmur of protest escaped Nibenor, unbidden, his hand automatically reaching for his werewolf. He didn’t want him to leave him alone, not yet, not after he had only just returned from his long trip.

“Hush, Nib, I’m just getting my armour off.”

And indeed, Nibenor found as he lifted his head, the taller man was pulling off shin guards, leaving him in only his dark trousers.

The elf dropped his head back to the lumpy pillow, watching as Farkas returned to the bed, sliding under the sheets. It didn’t take Nibenor a second to curl up against his side, back into the familiar position as if nothing had happened.

Thick fingers stroked the fine strands of his hair as he settled down, a soft rumble of laughter vibrating through Farkas’s broad chest. Nibenor smiled in response, used to the sensation. The Nord often gave his low, quiet rumbles when he was content and he found the noise endearing and comforting.

“You should sleep, little elf.”

“I’ve slept all day.”

“And you still need more. I know you want to. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You better promise that.”

“I do.”

The Dragonborn glanced up to his partner, meeting the pale blue of his eyes before nodding, unable to do anything but trust him completely and give into the slumber that was tugging at his consciousness.