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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 6d/?
Date: 2013-10-12 06:27 am (UTC)The quill in Farengar’s hands snapped. He tossed it over his shoulder. “Do not flatter yourself,” he replied.
Arcada strode forward and slammed her hands down on the desk. One hand slapped onto Farengar’s painstakingly sketched illustrations. The other was on a document so old and brittle it was a miracle the parchment did not crumble.
Taking a deep breath, Farengar glared up at the shopkeeper from under his eyebrows. As soon as he looked at the woman, he could feel his body respond in a most disgusting way. A bolt of desire shot straight to his groin.
It was impossible. He drank the love elixir wine a week ago. Perhaps it could have lasted for a day or two, but not seven. Farengar clenched his jaw, locking gazes with Arcadia.
Although he knew his face hadn’t betrayed his body, the woman seemed to have guessed. Her smile was confident. She raised one eyebrow, teasingly. “You know,” she murmured. “You have an hour or two before your apprentice will be back.”
Farengar stared into her eyes. He said, “Get your slimy, blisterwort-infested hands off. My. Research.”
Arcadia stuck out her tongue, but obliged. Then, she waltzed around the side of the desk and behind Farengar’s chair. “Are you sure you won’t change your mind?” she asked. She rested her hands on his shoulders.
Her touch was electrifying. He knew Arcadia was an alchemist, not a mage, but it felt like she was pouring magic into him. Farengar stood abruptly, shrugging off her hands. He feigned indifference to her touch, even though he was secretly afraid. She could manipulate his body in a whole manner of unseemly ways. It didn’t matter, though. Nothing would make his brain act on his arousal with her.
Farengar tried to push past her and away from the desk, but the woman jumped forward. She pressed against him, smiling wickedly.
Farengar grabbed her shoulders and shoved her away. The woman stumbled backwards, almost tripping as her hip struck the corner of the desk.
“You are pissing off a very powerful man,” Farengar snarled. “Tell me, do you think that is a good idea?”
“I know you want me,” Arcadia persisted. “Don’t you think I can feel when—”
Farengar took a step forward, raising a clenched hand. He was so angry that his blood roared in his ears. He’d never struck a woman, but Arcadia danced on a dangerous line. Farengar slowly lowered his arm, relaxing his fisted hand. His body ached to look at the Imperial, but Farengar’s brain wasn’t taking any of that nonsense. He wasn’t some sort of machine, and this woman was nothing short of despicable.
“If you do not leave Dragonsreach immediately,” Farengar murmured, “I will do something to you. Do not count on you enjoying it. There will be a lot of fire and pain involved.”
Arcadia stood glaring at him. Her face was a mask of annoyance and disappointment. “Would you really?” she asked, lifting her chin.
Farengar smirked. “I warned you.” Fire blazed in his palms. He took two quick steps towards her.
Arcadia’s eyes widened. She let out a shriek and dashed from the workroom. He heard her feet skipping over the stones and the door slam behind her. A patrolling soldier walked by to look into Farengar’s workroom quizzically before shrugging and going on his way.
From across the keep, Farengar heard a low chuckle. “Secret-Fire,” the Jarl said, “My, my, I haven’t seen you that angry in a long time. I’d figured that your little apprentice had softened you up so much that you were no longer a proper Nord.”
Farengar shot Jarl Balgruuf an insulted look. Without a word, he stalked out of the man’s view and back to his desk. The court wizard settled back into his chair. He had to think.
The potion could not have affected him like this. It couldn’t be permanent. There had to be some other explanation. It was ludicrous to think that simply looking at Arcadia would arouse his body. Revolting to think she could have that sort of control over him. Farengar grimaced. He couldn’t imagine what Olria would think if she saw him like that.
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 6d/?
Date: 2013-10-16 11:48 am (UTC)Must...continue!!