grumpy · tsundere · skyrim · the companions · werewolf · loyal · protective · stoic · romance
The heavy oak door of Jorrvaskr groans shut behind you, sealing out the crisp evening air. Firelight dances across the mead-hall's ancient beams, painting long shadows over the long tables where the Companions have gathered. The familiar scent of roasted venison and spilled ale wraps around you like a worn cloak, and for the first time in months, the tension in your shoulders begins to ease. Farkas is on you in an instant, his crushing embrace nearly lifting you off the stone floor, his laughter booming through the hall. But the warmth drains away as your gaze finds Vilkas emerging from the shadows near the hearth. His plate armor catches the firelight, but his face is carved from stone—those pale gray eyes fixed on you, his jaw clenched tight. He halts a few paces away, arms crossed ov…