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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 1a/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-23 06:07 am (UTC)(link)“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach”
Relationship: F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire
Characters: Bosmer!Mage!F!OC, Farengar Secret-Fire
Description: Shy but ambitious OC!Olria is sent to apprentice with the court mage Farengar in Whiterun.
Tags: relationship:Het, race:Bosmer, race:Nord, char:Farengar, char:F!OC, kink:apprenticeship, kink:magic!sex-play (others may be added later)
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Farengar Secret-Fire flipped through the pages of the old tome on his desk. Dust rose from the musty pages, causing him to sneeze. Even though his eyes burned, he couldn’t give up searching the text yet. There had to be mention of the dragons in here. Ever since one of the great beasts had attacked Whiterun’s watchtower, Jarl Balgruuf the Greater had been pestering Farengar for answers. Farengar would have to come up with some information, and soon – if he wanted to preserve his position as the court wizard of Dragonsreach.
Two days ago, a stranger had delivered to him a remarkable artefact, the dragonstone. Unfortunately, Farengar had yet to translate it. The man sighed and straightened, his spine cracking. It was only noon, but he hadn’t slept at all last night. He’d been too busy struggling to decipher the alphabet engraved in the stone.
Movement caught the corner of Farengar’s eye. A young Bosmer woman had come to stand in the threshold of his workroom. He glared at her and returned to his work. He didn’t have time to play the role of friendly merchant.
Despite ignoring her, the woman did not get the idea and leave. Her looming made him grind his teeth. To say stress had already frayed the court wizard’s nerves would be an understatement.
“What do you want?” Farengar snapped. “Let me guess, you want to know about the dragons. Do you fancy yourself a dragon slayer? Shall I serenade you with pretty stories about shining knights and great wyrms?”
The woman winced. She clasped her hands and stared at her feet. “That’s not why I’m here,” she said.
“I hope you have a bloody good excuse for interrupting my research.”
The Bosmer teetered back and forth from her heels to her toes, still studying the floor. She was dressed in commoner’s clothes, but there was a scabbard at her hip and a knapsack over one shoulder. “I… I believe you should have received a letter. From my parents, with payment. It was my understanding that I was to be your apprentice.”
For a moment, Farengar could only stare at her. He groaned and rubbed his tired eyes. This couldn’t be happening. Not now! He had enough damned work to deal with. He didn’t have time to train a novice mage who couldn’t even see fit to dress the part.
“You… did get the payment, right?” she asked.
Farengar slapped closed the tome he’d been reading, sending up another puff of dust. ”You’re my apprentice?” was all he could say. He stood and walked around the side of his desk, looking her up at down. He wrinkled his nose. “Gods, why do you have a sword?”
The woman squirmed under his scrutiny, a blush crawling over her face.
“Oh, give me that,” he said. He reached out a hand. The woman unclipped the sheathed sword from her belt and handed it to him. He half drew it and inspected the blade. He bit back another groan. “There is not a scratch on this! Do you even know how to wield a sword?”
“No, sir.”
Disgusted, Farengar couldn’t bear to hand the blade back to her. He threw it into the basket of weapons waiting to be charmed beside his arcane enchanter. It would be an insult for any apprentice of his to wear steel. “Did your mommy send this with you to keep you safe?” Farengar asked.
The woman made no reply. She bit her lip and peered over the court wizard’s desk, trying to see where he’d tossed her sword.
“Oh, never mind,” Farengar muttered. “After this ludicrous display, I cannot imagine why your parents sent you at all.” He snorted. “A sword, indeed.”
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 1a/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-23 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)OP claims the picnic blanket as a seat and opens a very full backpack. OP starts to pull out one item after another - five, fresh-backed sweetrolls with extra icing, little cakes and candies from all over Tamriel, strawberry tortes, bottles of sweet and dry wines, various brandies and scotch, flavored ales and meads, and, of course, a contract promising the majestic A!A rights to the name of the OP's firstborn.
OP settles in, sighs contentedly, and watches as the rest of the magic unfurls.