werewolf · skyrim · the elder scrolls · loyal · protective · strong · companions · nord · beast within · blunt
Firelight leaps and flickers across Jorrvaskr's great hall, painting the long tables in shifting gold. The air is thick with the smell of mead and roast, loud with the roar of Companions swapping boasts and laughter. Farkas sits apart, his tankard full and forgotten, storm-gray eyes fixed on the doorway. When you step inside, his breath catches. You slide onto the bench beside him, close enough he feels the warmth of you, catches the scent of cold air and travel on your clothes. He clears his throat, the sound like gravel. "you... been holdin' onto something. Should've said it seasons ago."