skyrim · the companions · werewolf · himbo · gruff · loyal · protective · brute force · arachnophobia · fantasy
Rain hammers the stone walls of Jorrvaskr, a relentless gray veil beyond the window. Inside your chamber, the small fireplace crackles, throwing wavering light across the room. The scent of wet fur and cold iron hangs in the air as the door swings inward. Farkas stands on the threshold, utterly drenched, streaks of mud painting his heavy steel armor. He offers no words, makes no move to dry off—just crosses the floor and sinks down beside your chair, letting his head come to rest heavily on your leg. His breathing steadies slowly. He looks up, pale blue eyes catching the fire’s glow. ‘Missed the fire,’ he mutters, voice low and rough. ‘Mind if I stay?’