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Forfeit II (part 17)
Date: 2014-06-10 12:52 am (UTC)“Do not get me going. Nowhere to hide a boner in these pants. Besides,” Argis said, “it’s your turn to scrub-up. Go see what Tilma has in her dress-up box.”
Farkas shuddered. “Call me a coward, but there is something about the way Tilma comes at you with quavering hands and a straight razor that makes you close your eyes and pray for a quick death. Wish me luck.”
Argis laughed. “A coward is the last thing I would ever call you. You’ll be fine. She has a whole drawer full of healing potions...it might be enough.”
“You’re not helping. Bastard.” Farkas grinned wryly, took a deep breath, and entered the domain of Tilma the Haggard. Half an hour later he emerged, a depilated, fresh-faced vision in dark blue and black leather.
Argis whistled. “Very nice. I take it you didn’t agree to the shirt with the ruffles.”
“She did try. Nice of you to warn me, by the way. Are we going to have trust issues?”
“Don’t think so. You know you can always trust me to eat all the goat cheese, and to never hang my clothes up when I go to bed. And to snore...I make a point of snoring when I’ve eaten all the goat cheese...”
“Argis.”
“Yes?”
“You’re babbling. Are you nervous?”
“Yes. You?”
“Yes.”
“Fair enough. What about a honeymoon? I hear Blackreach is nice at this time of year.”
Farkas laughed. “It’s amazing at any time of the year, but too many Falmer for my taste. I’ll settle for clean furs, a hot bath and shutting ourselves in our room for a week.”
“O-ho! Getting hard to please now that you’re almost married. I’ll need to kill more skeever to keep you in that kind of luxury.”
“Tally ho, darling,” Farkas smiled. “Get to it.” He dodged sideways to avoid a swat aimed at his arse, almost running into Vilkas who had come looking for them.
He looked them over, their appearance seemingly meeting his approval. “Ri’taba’s here,” he said. “Whenever you’re ready, we can start.”