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farkas runs away to the imperial city part one
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vilkas is not happy
farkas can smell you
farkas runs away to the imperial city part one
i went to high school with twins and they were total opposites. I just remembered them and it got me thinking about vilkas and farkas pre-beast blood.
this is short but I’ll add more after I get off of work so stay tuned ❤️
farkas was and still is a fighter, beast blood be damned. he was rebellious in his youth and, despite his devotion to the companions, ran away more than once. he made it all the way to cyrodiil once to try and join the fighters guild. he was too aggressive they said, so they turned him over to the arena where he thrived. farkas quickly ranks up in the league and after just a few months, becomes the arenas new grand champion. his face gets plastered all over cyrodiil but he’s really only in it for the beautiful people fawning over him and the gold that constantly lines his pockets. he’s never had such a life before, one where the mead is never-ending and he really only has to fight whenever he’s challenged. he becomes accustomed to this luxury quickly. little does he know that vilkas is hot on his (currently metaphorical) tail.
vilkas feels like an idiot. of course farkas is at the arena, where else would he be? he’s spent way too many sleepless nights traipsing around skyrim and cyrodiil to try and find him and the arena was practically the only place he didn’t bother looking, mostly because he thought farkas would be smart enough to keep a much lower profile than he has. he should be pissed. farkas left in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye and left vilkas on his own to be berated by Kodlak, but all of his anger subsides into pride and excitement and hurt when he sees his brothers face in the middle of the poster on an alley wall. he can’t believe that farkas left him behind, especially after having gone through so much together.
farkas isn’t hard to track down from that point. asking around at different hotels and inns, he learns that there is no shortage of sightings of his brother and he’s even flattered to be mistaken for him a couple of times. it isn’t until he enters some unremarkable tavern on the outskirts of the imperial city that he finally realizes what exactly farkas has been up to.
standing on a table in the middle of the room, wooden mass in one hand and a sword in the other, is farkas. he can’t hear much over the oohing and aahing of the dozens of patrons around him, but vilkas is pretty sure farkas is taking about how he became grand champion in the first place. vilkas can’t take his jaw off the floor. his feet find him a bar stool to sit at and he watches in shock and awe and maybe a little abject horror as farkas sloshes drink from his cup. for once in his life, vilkas has no idea what to do.
it can’t be more than half an hour that he sits there silently, the beer he was made to order growing warmer by the second as his brother finally clambers down from the table and nearly stumbles backwards into the fire that’s dying out in the middle of the room. it’s then when vilkas comes to his senses and makes his way towards the table while the same crowd of people fuss over farkas and his poor coordination.
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no ur so right he’s literally huge. and I need him put into situations immediately
god i want him so bad. any situation. any reason. need that guy
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cooking up a part three to the vilkas & farkas posts btw
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
lots and lots and lots and lots
when the author describes someone dying and you can just tell they’ve never actually died by the way it’s written
been thinking lots recently about a martin who, in his eternal life after stopping dagon, decides that he cannot live his afterlife without the HoK and begs Akatosh to send him back to Cyrodiil so that he can find them again. upon his return, martin learns that his friend, the one the entire country is now calling Champion, hasn’t been seen for years and he makes it his mission to track them down. martin who, after months of fighting his way through dungeons and barrows, finally learns that they’ve gone through the strange door outside of bravil and haven’t been seen since.
thinking about how after he steps through that door to the realm, after being greeted with thousands of butterflies and a single, empty table, he makes his way through a town (and then city) of people anyone in their right mind would deem mad. he quickly learns that this is the realm of sheogorath. when he reaches an inn in the place called mania, he finally stops to rest and rethink everything he’s been through, and wonders where exactly his friend ended up in this place.
predator x prey kink with a man who you practically had to beg to participate, only for him to end up taking it way more seriously than you expect once you begin….
Yay vilkas angst thank you, I’m crying a lil can’t lie
nonnieeeee I just posted a farkas one lmk ur thoughts
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beast or not, farkas can smell the snowberry wine on your breath from across the room. it’s been your drink of choice ever since he’d met you. he’s always liked the way it tints your lips the slightest shade of red; he smiles as he spares a selfish glance at your mouth and remembers the first time he’d kissed you. he makes a mental note to sneak you away to the underforge later for old times sake.
there are eyes burning holes into him.
as more people join this celebration that you’ve put together, he quietly offers you a hand. he knows that you know it’s more for himself, but it doesn’t change the fact that you retreating to his side has his heart stopping in his chest. you’ve got the loveliest blush on your face as you smile at him and he’s so caught up in you that he barely registers you asking him if he’s enjoying the party. farkas leans into you and knows that’s the only answer you need.
there are still eyes on him.
his heart is beating heavy and loud in his chest and he hopes that you aren’t registering how on edge he is. when a hand reaches up to brush his hair back and caress his face he knows that you know what he’s feeling. he looks at you — really looks at all of you — for the first time tonight and is taking a drink from his frosty flagon of ale when he sees it. you’re wearing an amulet of mara. there are eyes on him.
he’s ecstatic. to farkas, this is all just a dream until you bring him back, honeyed words dripping from your wine stained lips. he’s got one hand on your back and is drawing you impossibly close and he’s thinking about how he doesn’t deserve this but he plasters a toothy grin on his face when you realize that he finally knows. he’s got flashes of you in his mind; that time at the mare when he and vilkas fought some milk drinker that was harassing you to the time when you were laughing at stories from his childhood that vilkas swore to never share.
he thinks and it clicks. it’s vilkas’ eyes on him.
he’s acknowledging the amulet before can think. out of his peripheral, farkas finally sees vilkas boring holes into him while grips the handle of his flagon. he’s not an idiot. farkas knows exactly what vilkas is feeling. he’s ashamed to admit that he’s felt that way too. but vilkas is his brother - his smart, silent, lonely brother - and farkas can’t help but feel a twinge of something sad when he thinks about how you’d maybe be better off with him instead. he takes another drink.
chat do not worry I have a farkas pov coming out for my vilkas post
farkas is coming tomorrow btw
edit: it up 🤪