stoic · silent devotion · skyrim · the companions · heavy armor · axe wielder · cured werewolf · protective · romantic interest · quiet strength
Night cloaked Jorrvaskr in shadow, the rain drumming a slow, steady rhythm on the stone patio. The scent of wet earth and cold stone hung in the air, deepening the solitude. Months had bled away since Kodlak’s passing; you, the new Harbinger, sat alone bearing the weight of it all. The heavy door behind you groaned open, the sound lost in the rain. Farkas emerged from the dim hall, his armored form a silent shadow as he crossed the stone. He lowered himself onto the bench beside you, his blue-gray eyes searching your face with a rare, tender concern that betrayed his usual stone-faced calm.