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Farkas + F!DB: Run for your life 2/2
Date: 2013-08-30 03:15 pm (UTC)A cold wind gust blew through the room. Torvar appeared on the opposite side of the mead hall. “Torvar! We could need a little help!” The tall Nord didn't answer. Instead he rushed over and Nevena thought he would hit Athis on the back of his fucked up Dunmer-head with the hilt of the sword he had drawn. Finally someone had heard the noise inside and came to the rescue. It would be the best to simply knock the elf out. But instead of this, their supposed ally tried to strike at his just returned shield siblings. What was wrong with everyone? Even old Tilma held a dagger in her hand, attempting to hurt the Dragonborn and the werewolf. “Why. Won't. You. Die!” "Farkas?", Nevena managed to address the other completely confused Companion while dodging the attacks that came at them like a never ending storm. Her arms grew weaker and weaker the more she defended herself. "Yeah?" Njada, Ria and Vignar entered, looking far beyond furious and ready to cut them into shreds. "Run for your life!"
She didn't need to say that twice. They pushed their supposed comrades back and sprinted through the door, down the steps. An arrow flew above their heads, piercing one of the benches around the Gildengreen. The two ran past the market. “I will destroy you!” The guards did not move a single finger, they all just watched what was happening. Whiterun citizens running after one another, weapons drawn and with the intention to kill - nah, I'd rather arrest someone for lollygagging. Nevena and Farkas were already near the city gates, their followers out of sight, but still after them. The Dragonborn grabbed the man's hand and lead him into a small house. Breezehome, if he was right, the one that had been for sale. She slammed the door shut as soon as they were inside and quickly turned the key in the lock until it was fully closed.
Farkas + F!DB: Run for your life 3/2
Date: 2013-08-30 03:16 pm (UTC)~*~
"What to Oblivion was that?" They were both panting heavily, clueless staring at each other. “Welcome back, my Thane." Lydia came down the stairs, munching on a loaf of bread. The Housecarl shot the pair a curious glance before she started to prepare something to eat, since Nevena's stomach growled as loud as a hungry wolf. Thankfully Lydia didn't ask them any questions, all professional about her Thane's private life. It would have been very difficult to explain, for they didn't understand what has been wrong with their friends themselves. "I think it's best to... disappear for a few days." Farkas nodded. He didn't want to fight his shield brothers and sisters again. That was not how it should be.
They still wondered why they had been attacked by their comrades when they sat on Nevena's huge bed later that night, each sipping on a bottle of mead. Being a Thane clearly had it's advantages, Farkas thought. It explained why she nearly never slept at Jorrvaskr, only when she was too drunk to find the way home. “Maybe they were all on Drugs”, said Nevena jokingly, laughing at the thought of Tilma getting stoned. Farkas chuckled. “Well, that would be an explanation. Or did we do something wrong?”
“I can't imagine.”
They decided to rest, for they were tired, exhausted and confused. Maybe the world would look different tomorrow. Farkas had no problem sleeping in the same bed as her – he briefly wondered how her small form would feel in his arms, but with the beast calm and satisfied after it's release today, he better tried to catch as much sleep as possible.
“I swear, you were trying to kill us!” Athis and Torvar laughed like they had just told them the best joke on Nirn. “Why should we do that?”
“I was hoping you could tell us!”
“You sure you were sober?”
“Of course!”
“Strange how no one seems to remember except the two of you. You could just admit it, there is nothing to be ashamed of. There is a first time for everything”, grinned Torvar. “Admitting what?” Nevena was starting to get frustrated. “That you drank Skooma. Don't worry, we all have tried!”
The Dragonborn groaned. “I give up. Seriously. I really need a drink.”
~*~
I still have no idea why everyone was trying to murder me. Whyyy? What have I ever done to you? But Breezehome is a great hideout ;)
Also, I hope there aren't too many mistakes (I know there are some since English is not my native language) :) And character limits, you're killing me!
char:farkas char:f!pc kink:humor kink:crack
Re: Farkas + F!DB: Run for your life 3/2
Date: 2013-09-02 10:42 pm (UTC)Also, well done for writing so well in a language not your own - this not!OP!Nonny didn't spot any errors - other than Athis and company attacking, lolz :P
Nice little fic! Thanks!