Chapter 9
*I do not own Skyrim, but I do own Juheena and Juheena owns Farkas*
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Farkas turned away from the loony man named Cicero, and marched up the stairs. He had told him that no, he had not seen the 'Listener', but would inform him if he did. Farkas had a few questions that he needed to ask his love, for he was genuinely worried. Was she a Dark Brotherhood assassin? No. She couldn't be.
He paused in front of the door, contemplating. Sighing, he gently pushed it open. He saw Juheena slumbering fitfully, and didn't have the heart to wake her up. Instead of waking her, he decided to wait until morning. He fetched a blanked from her bag, and slipped in next to her, holding her close to him in his strong arms. He would find out soon enough.
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Juheena awoke to a pleasant surprise. Farkas held her close to him protectively. She savored the warmth radiating off of him, though she could smell the alcohol on his breath. He had been drinking, and heavily. She sighed, and turned herself around, and looked at him. Reaching a hand up, she caressed his face, tracing his eyelids with her soft fingers, and feeling his eyelashes.
Finally, he woke up, his words slurred with sleep, "Juheena.. Stop that…Tickles..." Before grabbing her hand playfully. Opening his eyes, he remembered his task as he looked into hers. He readied himself.
"Juheena, I need to ask you something."
"Farkas, if it's about last night, I'm sorry I got scared. But you just weren't you anymore and—"
"No, love. It's not about that. Ill be a good dog next time..." He teased. Juheena was relieved to hear that. So all was not lost. "Then what is it, you lovable oaf, you?"
"A man came and talked to me last night. He was a strange man…"
"Skyrim is full of those, it seems." She interrupted.
"He was looking for you." Juheena's heart sank. It was Cicero, she just knew it.
"His name was Cicero." Damn. Well, there went another proverbial can of beans. At this rate, Juheena was going to starve.
"Farkas, love… Please understand…" She began. She wasn't ready for this. This couldn't be happening. Not now, she loved Farkas, and couldn't imagine losing him. Tears slid down her face. Damn that insufferable jester! She would rip off his head with her own hands next time she him, which wouldn't be too far away, seeing as how he tracked down Farkas.
The werewolf looked troubled. He could handle quite a few things. But he never could have guessed Juheena could be a Brotherhood Assassin… But he would listen to her. She had trusted him, and he wouldn't leave her now.
"Tell me, love. Just like last night, 'kay? Nothing can scare me off, I'm tough as nails.." He soothed, pulling her into a sitting position on the bed.
"The werewolf that raised me was Arnbjorn." Arnbjorn. He was a companion. Farkas had only been a companion for a few years, only a small pup, when Kodlak had not-so-nicely suggested that Arnbjorn take his services elsewhere. He preferred killing viciously, rather than the restraint that the Companions showed. And he ended up with the Brotherhood.
"He… raised you? He never seemed the type to.."
"Yeah, I know. That's what the rest of the Brotherhood said. They said when he found me, a whole other side of him was revealed to him, even to Astrid."
"Who's Astrid?"
"The leader of the Brotherhood… she's Arnbjorn's wife. Though, she isn't my mother. She never liked me too much. The rest of the brotherhood is my family though. My brothers and sisters…"
Farkas nodded. They were like the Companions. Only considerably darker.
"I love my family Farkas. I do. But the Companions are my family too now. I never wanted to choose between them…I'm sorry I never told you. I could never find the courage! I'm sorry Farkas! I'm sorry!" Juheena was quickly becoming hysterical. It seemed that the control over her secrets was wrenched from her grasp, and any minute Farkas would decide she wasn't good enough for him and walk away.
Farkas couldn't stand to watch his love so upset. He rushed to cup her face in his hands, bending a whisker, and causing her to yelp in the middle of her uncontrolled sobbing. He didn't know what to do. She had never cried before, not like this. The female Companions never cried, at least never where he could see. He was becoming worried. He hugged her to his chest, and waited until she calmed down. They rocked gently for a while, Juheena's sobs becoming quieter. He stroked her hair and patted her back, all while planting kisses everywhere his lips came in contact with her.
He pulled back and looked at her. "Tell me more, love. I want to know." Sighing, and gathering her wits, she began with a shaky voice, "The letter that I received was from one of my sisters in the Brotherhood. I didn't want you to see it, so I burned it. I'm sorry."
"No more apologizing." He offered her a gentle smile, and thankfully, she accepted it.
"Alright… and Cicero. I'm sure you can tell, he's a nutcase."
"Uh, yeah." He laughed, his gruff voice comforting her quite a bit.
"Well, I'm sure you know I'm the listener, because he refuses to refer to me as anything else. That means I can speak with the Night Mother." Farkas's eyes widened.
"You…you know the Night Mother?" He looked horrified. Obviously Vilkas had told his brother everything he knew about the woman. "I always thought it was a myth…"
"It's not. She gives us the contracts after people contact her through the Black Sacrament. And we carry them out…. To be fair, most of the time it is someone who deserves to serve Sithis for eternity. The have committed some heinous crime against someone, and they want justice. In a way, we are like the companions. We just have our own way of doing things."
Farkas still couldn't get his head around the Night Mother. This was too confusing… and frightening. He needed a pint of ale. Or ten.
"Why does this Cicero fellow want you, love?"
"I don't know. With my luck he will have a riddle for me, or he will want to sing a song to me, or beg me for a damn carrot…. I have hated carrots ever since I met that man." They shared a chuckle.
"I'm sorry you didn't feel like you could trust me Juheena… Anyone who judges you gets my fist in their face!" Juheena loved her sweet werewolf.
"So you aren't scared of me? You won't leave me?" Juheena asked tentatively.
"No love. I would never leave you. I don't think I even could if I wanted to, I just love you too much you cheeky little minx."
He growled and crawled on top of her. He whispered in her ear, "I'll be a good boy this time. You can punish me if I'm naughty…"
Juheena laughed seductively, and said "Did you read that from one of my smutty novels? There is no way you could think of those words yourself, you big lovable oaf." Momentarily stunned, Farkas was then taken over by Juheena, who crawled on top, pinning him down with her thighs. Her nice, sculpted thighs.
Farkas ran his hands up and down her thighs, teasing her. He dragged them a little higher when—
"LISTENER! Oh Listener, Cicero is so happy to see you!"
Cicero bounded in, jovial as could be, and pulled Juheena into a giant hug. Farkas fought the strong urge to bash the little man's head into the night stand, as he watched him carry her around the room.
"Cicero! Cicero! Unhand me at once! I will chop off your penis and shove it—"
"Oh Listener! Cicero does not mean to make you angry! Cicero is here to tell you some great news!" He said, dropping her on the floor.
Juheena landed with a thud on her tail, making her curse loudly. "What. Do. You. Want. Cicero." She seethed through her teeth. The Jester was tolerable on occasion, but at this moment, he was dancing on a very thin tightrope that was her last nerve.
"The Night Mother seeks you! There is an extra special super-duper contract she wants you to carry out! Isn't this exciting!" Juheena watched as he bounced around the room, stopping to look in her bag. He pulled out a green apple. Juheena only sighed, deciding that the Night Mother probably wanted Cicero in one piece when they returned.
"All right. Fine. I will go." She moved to get her backpack off the shelf, but Farkas stopped her.
"You mean, we will go." He said supportively, offering her a smile.
"Oh Farkas!" She jumped up and hugged him around the neck, he picked her up and held her close. "I love you, Kitty Cat. We're in this together now, no matter what."
"No matter what." She repeated.
Author's note:
So the cat's out of the bag! But good old Farkas remains unfazed. Isn't he just the awesomest? He even helped me kill Jordis the housecarl because she was a bitch and was hitting on him! Can you imagine a more supportive and loyal man?
Thank you to all of my lovely readers! I love you all! See you next time!
