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Re: Fire and Potions - 75/?

[(Anonymous)]

Silence stretched between them. Therion seemed to resist the urge to reach out and touch him, instead watching him with a silent curiosity.

Amber eyes met his. Handsomely beautiful.

Farengar felt like he was on a precipice. He could to lean forward slightly and wordlessly confirm the hopeful look in Therion's gaze with a kiss if he so chose.

He hesitated, the moment slowly slipping away as he warred internally. Affection, warm and foreign, battled in his heart, confused and numb with turmoil. At the center of it all, he couldn’t decide what his feelings were; couldn’t sort himself out.

Leaning back in his chair, he thoughtfully cupped his chin in his hand, softly muttering his honest opinion under his breath.

“I’m not good with this sort of thing, Therion.”

The elf would probably have heard him, his hearing being exceptional. He preferred to assume, rather than look, lost in his thoughts.

A small, dreamy sigh behind him caught his attention. Turning around, he noticed they were the center of attention for the entire room. Guards, jarls, servants, merchants - countless eyes were on them. The room had apparently fell silent, in an attempt to follow their conversation.

Balgruuf looked up from his conversation with Proventus, noticing the sudden lull. He took one look around the room and crisply ordered everyone back to work.

Therion smiled gently at Farengar, while the mage glared icily behind himself. People hurriedly turned to look interested in various activities, pretending they hadn't been staring.

When he looked back at Therion, he knew the moment between them had passed.

"By far the most interesting coronation I've ever attended," Therion said, changing the subject. "I want to see the state of Solitude with my own eyes before I sleep." Standing up, he turned to Farengar and gave him a smile and a nod. "Good night.”

Farengar felt the spine tingling sensation of dozens of eyes on his back. There was a hopeful air in the room which only made him more steadfast in reserving himself.

"Good night," he replied.

He watched Therion leave, uncertainty settling like a weight in the back of his mind. Given the choice, he was still no more certain he would have said or done anything differently, in that moment.

Once the Dragonborn was gone, Farengar frowned to himself, wondering if he had seen a crestfallen look in Therion's eyes.


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Therion leapt from rooftop to rooftop, enjoying the crisp, cold air of Skyrim. The Blue Palace and Bard's College had suffered the worst from the attack. Solitude's market had caught fire during the attack, if the smoking stalls were any indication. Many buildings were sporting holes, and Therion set to work examining the wall surrounding the city. A majority of it still stood and guards were stationed by the worst of it. Carts hauled away wreckage through the main gate, the proud Nord residents already reclaiming the city from the ashes.

Satisfied with his rounds, he headed home. The sight of blue robes caught his eye from the roof of his house. Farengar glanced up at him from the amphitheater of the Bard's College. Miraculously it, and his own neighboring home, had survived. Therion hopped down, walking the tall stone fence between the stage and the sheer cliff side drop. Farengar frowned up at him, clearly disdainful of his proximity to the fall.

"I'm surprised you're still up," Therion said, settling into a crouch.

"Get down from there," Farengar said, glancing nervously through an outlook at the river below, while maintaining a safe distance from the wall.

Therion chuckled, dropping from his purchase to land on his feet.

"It's quite solid, surprisingly. I wouldn't stand on anything that wasn't," he said, joining Farengar. "Your concern is touching though."

Farengar shifted awkwardly in response. Therion quirked his head to the side, intrigued by Farengar's quiet attitude.
"What you said, back at the palace..." he finally began, looking up at him from beneath his hood.