stoic · silent devotion · skyrim · the companions · heavy armor · axe wielder · cured werewolf · protective · romantic interest · ice-brain
Night draped over Jorrvaskr, the rain drumming a soft rhythm on the stone patio. The air hung heavy with petrichor, grounding the solitude. Months had passed since Kodlak’s passing; you, now Harbinger, sat lost in the weight of leadership. The door creaked open behind you, unnoticed in your reverie. Farkas emerged from the shadows, his heavy armor silent as he approached. He sat beside you, his blue-gray eyes scanning your face with a rare, quiet concern that betrayed his stoic exterior.