Chapter 14
Protect Me, No Matter What
Happy Third Anniversary!
A/N: Oh my god, I ma so happy this chapter is finally finished and posted! I waited to give my readers this because TODAY marks three years I have worked on this story and I am thrilled and happy with the responses I have received. To all my readers, I thank each and every one of you so please, enjoy this chapter.
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Bright and early the following morning, Serah and Farkas quickly packed away their camp, both settled upon their horses after the sun passed over the mountains to the east. Trotting towards the main trail, Farkas led the way until they were back side-to-side, the Companions lazily taking their time to reach Riften as the City of Thieves was within an hour's distance. Events of the previous night on their minds, yet neither spoke of their situation. Where did this leave the male and female? Were they leaning more towards lovers? Or would it be best to keep their friendship?
Both Companions desperately wished to speak; the female blushed and the male stammered, his voice grew deep each time the words were on his tongue. Serah was still fearful of losing the friendship they shared; Farkas was the most important person in her life and she couldn't decide if it was worth the risk to proclaim her love. Last night, she felt Farkas' love for her, but sensing it before she heard the words from his lips didn't mean the same thing.
Besides, there was the Dark Brotherhood and Riften to consider, the reason for their departure from Whiterun to travel across Skyrim. Her task at hand was daunting and still unclear, neither knowing what Serah was meant to find, nor who to speak in the dank city. How would she know? Would this individual know it was her, and would they be expecting her? In the back of her mind, Serah considered the different angles of who they could be meeting. Farkas, on the other hand, considered the possibility of this being a trap, and the Dark Brotherhood would be sending someone to finish Serah. Was there even anything they were wanting from her?
What in all of Skyrim could the Dark Brotherhood want that Serah supposedly had?
"But let me tell you this: if you really want to finish this game, Riften is the hint I am giving you, Serah of the Companions. Head to Riften and seek an individual who can possibly tell you more."
Reflecting on the words spoken to her at the battle, Serah clenched the grip she held on the reins. Gritting her teeth, the female wanted nothing more than to be rid of this. Be rid of the Dark Brotherhood, hunting down an item she allegedly owned, everything just so she could return to Whiterun and her family in Jorrvaskr. Her wish was denied as they grew close to Riften, steering their steeds towards the stables, paying the stable-boy plenty to keep watch and shelter their horses. Grabbing what they needed from their saddles, the Companions moved towards the city gate only to be halted by two guards, one holding his hands towards them while the other kept his crossed, simply eyeing the two from under his daunting helmet.
"Hold there! Before I let you into Riften, you need to pay the visitor's tax."
Nose scrunching upon hearing of the tax, Serah scoffed at their statement. "Are you kidding? What tax? I was here just last year and there was no tax to enter the city!"
"Times have changed, lady, it's for the privilege of entering the city. What does it matter?"
"What does it matter?" Farkas repeated. "This is obviously a shakedown and you're trying to gain money from those who think you could overpower." Grasping the thick sword upon his back, Farkas sneered. "We are from the Companions of Whiterun; don't tell me the guards have turned to thievery to earn a little more coin?"
"Alright, alright! Forget the tax, just enter." Pushing the wooden gate open, Serah cheekily smiled and waved to the guards as they growled, leaving her and Farkas to laugh once they were in the city. Glancing around, the city was still waking from its slumber as merchants moved towards the market area to begin their day with stores opening fairly soon.
Smirking at her side, Farkas asked, "So, we finally made it."
Glancing up at the man, she asked, "Question is, where do we go from here?"
"I think we book a room at The Bee and Barb first before we search the city."
"That's probably smart. I don't want to carry everything we brought forever." Chuckling, the two crossed the small bridge, Farkas opening the door for Serah to see the bar empty except for the owners cleaning the area. Walking towards the counter, Serah was met with an Argonian female cleaning glass mugs, narrowed eyes glaring at her as she spoke. "Excuse me, we'd like a room for the next few days, please."
The Argonian sneered before answering. "Sorry honey, inn's full today and tomorrow. Good luck finding another inn close by to house you for yer stay."
Groaning, Serah looked back at Farkas before he pulled them outside as they exited into the lovely Riften morning air. "Now what? I guess we could always camp outside again, not like we haven't done it before," she offered.
Farkas growled. "No, we deserve a nice, warm bed. Besides," leaning down, the male caressed his lips upon her neck, gently moving to her ear, his breath warm. Sending tingles down her spine, Serah could only suck in a deep breath, not wanting to be vocal in the city. "I intend to keep my promise from last night, my love."
Eyes drooping, Serah leaned in closer, mouth falling open. "Farkas..."
Straightening, it took all Farkas' might to restrain himself from touching every inch of the female Companion. Clearing his throat, Farkas tried to speak, leaving Serah in a fit of laughter as his cheeks grew rosy pink. She was about to suggest an idea when their heads turned around at the call of their names.
"Farkas? Serah? What're you guys doing here?!"
"Aragorn?!" Meeting the newest Companion halfway, Serah hugged her friend as he and Farkas clasped hands, all three eyes full with questions. Speaking amongst themselves as the citizens began bustling around, Aragorn suddenly stopped.
"I feel we'll be speaking for some time, let's head somewhere more private."
"Where to?" Farkas asked.
As they began walking, Aragorn answered, knowing his friends would be surprised. "Honeyside, my house." Following Aragorn through the city, both female and male asked several questions, needing to know what he meant and if he really had a house of his own in Riften. Walking towards the edge of Riften by the water, Aragorn pulled am iron key from his pocket and opened the door, allowing the other Companions to enter first as they scanned the front room. There were shelves lined with fresh food, a table set for three along with a roaring fire set in a brick mantle.
"This is great Aragorn!" Serah stated happily for her friend.
"Much obliged, I was finally able to get the rest of the furnishings I wanted; when I first purchased the place, it was empty and filled with cobwebs. Take a seat! I'll get some bread and cheese, then we'll talk." Moving around the room, Aragorn grabbed several items, placing them on the table with a tray and food before grabbing three bottles of ale. Taking his seat, they drank before resuming their conversation. "So, what has led the two of you here to Riften?"
"I don't think so whelp," Farkas smirked, bringing the bottle to his lips.
"You need to explain this, Aragorn!" Serah gestured to the house they were in. "How did you acquire this?"
"Heh, figures you'd ask about this." Sighing and taking another swig, the new Companion crossed his arms before speaking. "Well, you both know I was made Thane of Whiterun after I killed the dragon a few weeks ago, correct?" His friends nodded. "After I met with the Greybeards, I...wasn't quite ready to return to Whiterun, nor complete the next task as the Dragonborn so I've been traveling around The Rift helping anyone I could before making my way here. I was asked to investigate a skooma dealer and questioned the Jarl about some details. When I found the culprit, the Jarl said she would make me Thane after I helped citizens in the town, and once I did they offered me this home at a reduced price."
"Weren't you offered to purchase Breezehome in Whiterun?"
"I was, I was, but I got to thinking; maybe it would be nice to have a home in each Hold, so I bought the home and furnished it with what I wanted." Aragorn dipped his head back and finished the bottle of ale.
"Goodness, a home in each Hold? That would be benefitting, it you're to travel around Skyrim most of the time," Serah stated.
"I'm glad we ran into each other when we did, I plan on heading to Windhelm later today, but there were a few things I needed to finish up here. So, what's going on with you two? On a mission for the Companions?"
Clearing his throat, Farkas shook his head. "Not...not exactly," he said before turning towards Serah.
"Before I tell you anything, Aragorn, I need you to swear that what I am about to say stays between us. Farkas and Vilkas are the only ones who know it detail what's going on and I don't want the other Companions to know until I feel comfortable. Can I trust you with this?"
"Of course, I...wow, Serah I'm happy that you trust me enough with this. I swear, as both a Companion, the Dragonborn and your friend, your secret stays with me." Reaching his hand forward, Aragorn laid his over hers, squeezing her fingers before abruptly pulling away when he noticed Farkas narrowing his silver eyes.
"I greatly appreciate this Aragorn, thank you. So here's the whole story..."
And thus she began explaining in detail what happened after arriving to Falkreath, the battle with the bandits, the standoff with the lady dressed in red and the mercenary with the note to kill her. Intaking deep breaths, Serah struggled in explaining how the only clue she was given lay here in Riften but had no idea where to look, who to ask. "And sadly, that's it, that's all I was given. The Dark Brotherhood's after me for something I supposedly have."
"That's...oh shit, that's what's had you down the last few weeks, huh?" Serah nodded when Farkas opened his mouth to speak.
"You've been here awhile, has anything different happened? Do you know anyone who might have...some connection to the Dark Brotherhood?"
Grasping his chin, Aragorn sat back in his chair, contemplating his memories on what he'd seen or heard. The man was quiet for a few minutes, his eyes closed in contemplation but suddenly slamming his hands on the table, causing Serah to flinch. "Wait! I think...no, I do, I know someone who may be able to help."
"Really?!" Quickly standing to he feet, her chair fell back against the floor as she leaned over the table, her palms flat against the wood. "Who? Where are they? Can we meet them?!"
"Just hold on a minute. I said they may be able to help and I know where they are, but...I need to go speak with them first."
"You? Can't we go with?" Farkas asked, his hand rubbing up and down Serah's arm.
"No, this person I know, he doesn't like his whereabouts to be known unless he knows the person, and he doesn't know either of you."
Sinking into her seat, Serah's shoulders slumped, her hopeful expression depleting. "So..."
"Don't worry! I'll go speak to him and ask if he'll meet with you. I know you want to go with me but let me do this on my own first and I'll come back with his answer." As he stood to leave, Farkas and Serah followed behind, pulling their belongings over their shoulders. Aragorn raised an eyebrow, questions their actions. "What're you guys doing?"
"Since you're leaving, we'll wander around the city, head to the market, find something to do until you're back," Farkas replied.
"You're more than welcome to stay here and rest if you'd like. I shouldn't be gone that long."
Shocked by his answer, Serah smiled. "O-Oh, that's very nice of you. I guess we'll, um, just wait for you here?"
"If you're hungry, feel free to anything you want. I hate to suddenly leave, but I want to catch him before he possibly leaves for a job. I'll be back!" Aragorn quickly left through the front door, leaving the other two Companions staring at the door before looking at each other. Heat filling her cheeks, Serah looked away, fixed her chair before sitting and stared down at her hands.
"And where do you think you're going?" Farkas appeared from behind, laying his hands on her shoulders. The woman shivered with Serah's head turning, the length of hair blocking her emerald colored eyes. "You know, I intend to keep my promise, little Serah."
"I know Farkas, but..." Rotating in the chair, Serah glanced up at the beast of a man, all muscles and glory in his steel armor. "I don't think we...Aragorn could return anytime!"
"I know, I know," the male sighed. Taking a knee, Farkas leaned over and kissed her cheek. Leaning against his lips, Serah groaned when Farkas pulled back, but she grabbed his cheeks and pulled the male back towards her. Serah kissed his lips, falling into his chest as they consumed each other. It was this moment in time Serah knew she would risk the world to be with this man. She loved and cherished their friendship, but if the signals she'd been reading from the male indicated Farkas loved her, she'd suck in a deep breath and take the damn plunge.
"Oh, Serah..." Farkas exhaled. "By the nine you're so beautiful..." Bashfully, Serah refused to meet his gazed, stunned he had called her beautiful. Me? Beautiful? What is he – "Serah? Serah look at me." She shook her head before the man placed his gentle hand over her cheek, pulling her attentions towards him. "Listen to me: you are the most beautiful woman in all of Skyrim, and I've believed that ever since we were younger."
Hearing his words, allowing them to sink into her ears had the woman moaning. Rotating her hips against the wooden chair, Serah opened her lips and fluttered her eyes when she finally peered into Farkas' silvery orbs. Skin upon her face and neck turned red as she grabbed the male's hand and placed it upon her breast, not even thinking of her actions until it was already completed. Breathing increasing into gasps, Farkas growled. Clenching his fingers, the man tightened his grip around her clothed flesh, moving his unoccupied hand to her waist and latched on. He moaned and she gasped, lips joining skin as Farkas kissed the base of her neck, moving upwards to suck her outer ear, down the length of her jaw before lingering the corner of luscious lips.
"Farkas, Serah! Good news!" Quickly moving away, Farkas stood to his feet the moment the door to Honeyside opened as Aragorn walked on in, noticing his male friend tense and the female bright red. "Um...did I step in one something?"
"N-No, you're fine Aragorn. I've just," Serah tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "...got a lot on my mind."
Closing the door, while completely ignoring the sexual tension floating in the air, Aragorn stepped into his house, offering a kind smile as the other Companions noticed his expression. "Which is why I think you'll be happy because I have good news." Perching forward on her chair, Serah's ears perked, forcing herself to be patient while the man spoke. "Alright, here's the deal. My contact at first was apprehensive since he doesn't know you, so I told him as much information you gave me without telling him anything specific about you other than you're name. I did tell him you're a friend of mine and I trust you, that's why he caved and agreed to meet...well, now that I think about it, he seemed surprised when I said your name..."
"This is great Aragorn!" Jumping from her seat, Serah threw her arms around the male, jumping up and down; they finally had a lead! "When can I meet him? Now? Where should we go?"
"This is what surprised me. He wants me to bring you to him directly."
Walking towards them, Farkas didn't understand. "What's surprising about that?"
"My contact likes the secrecy of his location but..." Aragorn scratched his head, still in disbelief. "He asked me to take you there myself."
"What's wrong with that? Are we meeting him outside Riften?" Perplexed, Serah didn't understand. If Aragorn's contact wanted to meet her, why was he being apprehensive?
"There's nothing wrong, I'm just surprised...ugh. Listen, I wish I could explain but right now? I, I can't."
Moving a step forward, Farkas crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes as he grew protectively closer to his female. "Explain what, Aragorn? What is going on?"
Visibly gulping, the newest Companion raised his hands in defense. "Please, trust me a little more and I promise, all will be explained. First, I need to take you to my friend; on one condition."
"Now there's a condition? Aragorn, you said – " Now baffled, Serah released an annoying breath of air, confused the direction of the conversation at hand.
"It's not a condition of my friend, it's the people he associates with. Where they meet needs to stay secret, not even I can tell you where it is."
"The people he...?" Cocking his head, Farkas huffed, raising a hand to rub his face. "Aragorn...by the nine, don't tell me you're with the Thieves Guild?!"
Promptly turning his head away, Serah looked between Farkas and Aragorn at the mention of the hidden guild within the city. Could it be? "Aragorn..." she muttered, slight annoyance hinted within her tone. "Please be honest. Is what Farkas says true?"
"Yes," was his answer as soon as her sentence was complete. "I've been a member since comign to the city, but you have to understand! I have morals as a thief, we're not what you think!"
"Aragorn..." Serah said sadly.
"The Thieves Guild, Aragorn! You were a Companion first, but now you taint the name by stealing! Why should I trust you now to help Serah?" Growling, Farkas took another step forward, his taller frame overpowering the whelps.
"Farkas...I may have joined the Companions not long ago, but you and everyone else has become my family, especially Serah! Yes, I joined the Thieves Guild, but I'm working to bring honor to the name. I only take from the corrupt and give it to those in need!"
"So you're telling me the septims you used to buy this house didn't come from stealing?"
Vigorously shaking his head, Aragorn desperately wanted to prove his honesty. "Yes, that is true. All the money I take from people I hide, only using it to help those in need, never for myself."
Hearing his words, Serah glance again between the two men. She wasn't sure what to think, but knew she wanted to believe in her friend, to think he was breaking the law for the right reason. The good outweighs the bad, doesn't it? Laying a firm hand on Farkas' arm, the tension in his shoulders softened, noticing her expression. "Aragorn," she said. "I believe you. And not considering you know someone who can help me, but because I know you're a good man. We have placed great trust in each other and you're allowed to do whatever you want with your life whether I like it or not."
"Serah..." Farkas whispered.
"Farkas, I know this is uncomfortable for you, but think of it this way. Remember when you discovered I was learning magicka and that Farengar Secret-Fire was the one teaching me? Do you remember how furious you were and almost attacked him?" The male lowered his head in shame. "A part of you – and Vilkas! – still don't like it when I use magicka, but after some time, what happened?"
"We...I got used to it," the male muttered slowly, raising his vision to that of Aragorn's.
"Exactly. Look, I'm not saying you have to accept this part of Aragorn, but I didn't force you to accept me learning magicka. You knew I was too damn stubborn to listen and continued to learn anyways. And over time, as you stated, you grew tolerant of it. Let's think about Aragorn and the guild in this manner, ok?"
With his arm pulling the shorter female against his body, Farkas offered a smile in agreement. "For you, Serah? I can manage that. Aragorn?"
"Hey, no apology is needed. Everybody approves things differently. But I will prove I don't steal for me or simply because I can."
"Then we have come to an agreement. But, you haven't mentioned this...compromise?"
"Ah, yes." Retrieving black fabric from the inside of his robes, Aragorn held the cloth in front of the other Companions. "Now remember, I wasn't the one who proposed this idea, but I'm supposed to blindfold you until we reach our destination."
"...you're kidding me," says Farkas.
"I wish I was."
"...seriously?" says Serah.
"Seriously. Now, we should move, he's expecting us, so I'll blindfold you when we're close. And whatever it is you see, you must not tell anyone. Alright?" Following their friend and Shield-Sibling, the Companions were led away from the residential houses towards The Bee and Bard where they retreated down a flight of stairs to the district on the water. Checking they weren't followed or being watched, Aragorn gave the blindfolds to his friends and let them blind themselves. Once their visions were covered, he directed them around the stone pillar that was the marketplace before leading them through a door that creaked ever-so-loudly, Farkas verbally stated it needed to be replaced.
Several minutes later with Serah coughing and hacking at the sudden inhale of an unknown smell, she and Farkas were prompted to halt and wait. The wait was quicker than the walk to wherever they were headed before Aragorn returned, prompting each to remove the cloth covering their eyes. Light and darkness seeped into their eyes as the Companions looked around; Farkas instinctively reached for his sword as Serah glanced around, her inner curiosity getting the better of her. From what they could tell, Aragorn was the only other individual surrounding them in the...in the?
"Where the hell are we?" Farkas asked. Stone walls, a sign that read the Ragged Flagon and a bar was all they could see. Behind them lay a stone pathway that wrapped around the outer edge of the circular room, with the middle flooded with water, but there only seemed to be one doorway leading in and out of their current area.
"You, Aragorn's friends, are in the lair of the Thieves Guild." Dressed in tight, black leather armor, a bald-headed man approached them with a short sword at his side. He and Aragorn nodded at each other as the newest Companion grabbed a bottle of mead and grabbed a seat, his eyes watching the encounter.
"This is the Thieves Guild?" Serah questioned, eyes wide as she continued to soak in everything around her small frame.
"Yes, which is why..." stepping forward, the male pulled the blade at his sword, keeping the sharp tip pointed towards the ground as he approached the pair. Whether it be his werewolf or Companion instincts, Farkas was already standing before Serah, his arm outstretched in protection while the other grasped his sword hilt. "Ah, I see. You were right, Aragorn, he is protective of the female."
"One more step and I'll cut you in two!"
"Heh, relax boy, I ain't going to do anything to you." Sheathing his blade, the male stepped closer, the flickering flame from lit candles revealing his face a little more. Seeking the female, he moved closer though Farkas held his ground. "Let me see her."
Releasing his sword, Farkas exhaled a tense breath. "Don't hurt her."
"Lad, I would never hurt this female." Stepping aside, Serah wasn't sure what to do or what to say. "Oh my god...it's really you. I-I didn't believe when Aragorn told me your name it'd be you but it's...it's you!"
Eyes cast upon the only female within the large chamber, Serah grew uncomfortable. "Um, yes, it's me?"
"By the nine! Serah! I haven't seen you since you were a baby!"
Standing at attention, the male's words caught the Companion off guard. "E-Excuse me?!"
"You know Serah?!" Farkas' words echoed across the cavern. The three men began quarreling amongst each other, their voices louder than Serah's rampaging thoughts. Aragorn, now standing, was fighting for his questions to be answered before Farkas' who then turned on the newest Companion, his voice growing louder.
"Serah has a right to know what the hell is going on!"
"Delvin, how do you know Serah? She's been living in Whiterun all her life!"
"Lads please!"
"Serah's needs should come first, Aragorn."
"Don't you think I know that Farkas? I'm just as surprised at you are!"
"Will everybody just STOP!" Freezing in mid-sentence, all three males glanced back at Serah with arms crossed and tapping a foot against the floor. Once she had their attention, the female walked towards the bar, grabbed two bottles of mead, took a seat in a random chair and crossed her legs. "Now, you are going to sit right here and tell me what the hell is going on. You two," she snapped, pointing at Aragorn and Farkas. "Will sit right there and wait until I get my answers."
"Yes ma'am" and "We'll just be right here" were the males answers as they sat at a table across from her as the unknown male grabbed one of the bottles, sitting opposite of her. Drinking their mead, neither spoke until half of the male's bottle was empty.
"It would seem there's a lot to discuss, Serah. Knowing it's you, I can help with what you seek."
"That is what I am seeking, whoever-you-are."
"Ah, my apologies." Draining the bottle, he slammed it onto the wooden table before crossing his arms. "The name's Delvin Mallory, I'm what you would call the Treasurer for the guild."
"You already know I'm Serah. What I want to know first is how do you know me?"
"Ah, I wish you hadn't asked me that."
Growling, Serah slammed her hands on the table. "Then you shouldn't have mentioned that you know me, because I don't know who the hell you are!"
"Can you blame me?! It's not my fault you look exactly like Asta!"
"Of course I can bla – wait!" Covering her mouth, Serah was shocked into a moment of silence. "What did you just say?" she whispered.
Loudly inhaling and exhaling, Delvin stood and grabbed another mead for him and her before seating. "By the nine, I didn't want this conversation to start this way..." Pulling the cork with his teeth and spitting it onto the floor, the male chugged the entirety of the bottle, drops trickling down his shadow of a beard. "Serah...I knew your parents."
"You knew...you knew my parents? How? When? Were they members of the Thieves Guild too?! When were they last here?! Please, tell me!"
"I wish I can!" the man roared, his voice silencing the room, casting an anger over those watching from a different table. Words sinking in, Serah slumped in her seat, arms falling from the table to her lap. "Serah...I know why you're here. Everything that's happened between you and the Dark Brotherhood was foretold by your parents, they knew there was the chance they would find and hunt you down."
"B-But...hunt me down for what and why? What do I have that the Dark Brotherhood desperately wants to find?!"
"That...is what I don't know."
"THEN HOW CAN YOU HELP ME?!" Grabbing the edge of the table, Serah threw the sturdy wood towards the ground, stomping away from Devlin and away from the other males. Anger growing and dissipating simultaneously, the female was guilted by her actions, though feeling it was justified by the situation at hand. Jumping from his seat, Farkas was refrained by Aragorn, shaking his head, knowing Serah needed this moment, needed to speak with one of the few remaining people alive who knew her parents. Possibly the only one alive who knew what this was all about.
"Delvin, how can you help me?" she pleaded. "You say words, tell me you knew my parents and-and how they foretold the Brotherhood would find me. But you don't know why or what they're looking for?!"
"I can only tell you what I was ordered to tell you."
"Ordered, he says," Serah muttered to herself.
"It's up to you to believe me, but I was given specific instructions directly from your parents. You can either accept or deny my words, but where else are you going to go, little Serah?"
"You..." Facing him, she caught Farkas' tense shoulders from her peripherals. "How do you know that phrase?"
Frowning, Delvin twirled the bottle on the table, his own tension multiplying. This conversation was something he played over and over in his mind throughout the years before he concluded he would never speak with his friend's daughter, that he would never need to reveal the instructions he was given. "I know that phrase because that's what your father called you."
Shutting her eyes with force, the female Companion willed herself not to cry; she was quiet, and without anyone speaking, the Ragged Flagon was eerie. "So, you truly did know them," her voice barely loud enough for the males to hear.
"Yes." Standing, Delvin moved through the tables until he could gently turn her to face him. "I can't say I know what you're feeling, Serah. My vision of meeting you was not meant to end up like this, trust me. You have asked me questions that I cannot answer right now, but that does not mean I may be able to answer them at a later time. Your parents had a reason for the way they handled things, and though I wasn't told everything, their secrets were hidden for a purpose only they knew."
"But why? If they knew the Dark Brotherhood would come after me, wouldn't they have wanted me to know sooner?"
"I'm not them so I can't say for sure. But from where I stood alongside them, all that time ago, they were preparing for both, but were hoping you wouldn't have a run-in with them at all."
Breathing deeply, Serah nodded, calming herself to speak softly and more considerate of her tone. "So...where does this leave me now?"
"Now is when I provide my instructions, specifically given from your father and mother."
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Arriving back at Honeyside nearly an hour later, the three Companions spent the afternoon at the small table discussing the events down in the Ragged Flagon. Before leaving, Delvin made Serah and Farkas swear by his sword they would not speak of the guilds lair to anyone, especially not the Jarl of Riften. Farkas was apprehensive, but Serah agreed to keep the secret, and thus he did as well.
The discussion between Delvin and Serah continued, confirming he had information on the Dark Brotherhood, admitting he had once been a member. Though, the male refrained from mentioning he still held associations with them on occasion when they needed to acquire something particular and he needed the coin.
She wanted to know more and pressed for as much knowledge Delvin would give, but her wish was denied. Before leaving, Delvin requested she and Farkas meet him at the stables the following evening, there he would provide all explanations. Again, she pressed for more in that moment but the guild member only shook his head, stating she would need to be patient and wait. They left not long after, the two Companions having to be blindfolded once more in order for Aragorn to direct them away from the guild's hideout; they knew where the lair was but naught how to find it or leave.
Back at Honeyside, the two males were discussing what Delvin mentioned as Serah stared down at her hands, currently holding a thick, wrapped package given to her by Delvin. "Here," he said. "This is something I want you to take, it might come in handy." Fingers caressing the cloth wrapping, she wondered what it could be. Was it from Delvin, or was he instructed by Serah's parents to give to her? Either way, she was curious and wanted to know what it was, and while the males spoke, Serah pulled one corner of the cloth away to reveal leather. Tight, black leather covered her hands while she tenderly moved the pieces around, examining exactly what she was given.
"Is that what Delvin gave you?"
"Yeah," she answered Farkas. "I think...I think it's Light Armor. That's interesting, but I may try it out later. I've been considering getting different armor, this is getting a bit bulky," Serah replied, pulling at her current attire.
"Huh, it looks like the armor the other guild members use," Aragorn stated.
"Really?" Pulling the tunic into the air, Serah held the fabric in front of her, examining how it looked and overall? She was really pleased. "Wonder why Delvin would give me your armor when I'm not from the guild."
"Guess that's something you can ask him tomorrow." Peeking out the window, the Dragonborn realized the sun was beginning to set, casting an orangish-pink glow across the lake. Stretching his limbs as he stood, Aragorn grabbed their empty bottles from earlier that afternoon, cleaning the table before moving around his house. In doing so, he questioned, "How long you think you'll be here?"
"Depends on how tomorrow night goes and what happens after that," the female replied.
"We could leave the following morning or it could be a week," Farkas added.
"By the nine..." Serah muttered angrily. "Farkas we don't have a place to stay, the inn was full this morning."
"Damn, you're right. Guess we'll be camping again like you suggested."
"Wait, wait." Walking back into the front room, Aragorn held his hand up. "The inn was full? So you two don't have anywhere to stay?"
Both nodding, she added, "Nope. But we were already planning to sleep outside the city."
"Oh hell, don't do that! Here, take this." Walking to the large cabinet, Aragorn knelt and opened the cupboards and inserted a key into a strongbox before retrieving a thick iron key from within. Returning everything to its place, he stood and handed the key to Farkas. "Here, this is the spare key to Honeyside. I told you earlier, I'm headed to Windhelm – actually, I'm leaving in a few minutes. You two are welcome to stay here as long as you need."
"Oh no. No, no, no Aragorn, that's too much!" Stealing the key from Farkas' hand, she gave it back to the owner who refused to grab it from her.
"Why? I trust you two. Keep the key if you leave before I return and just give it back later. Wouldn't this be easier for you anyways? No prying eyes, I'm not expecting payment of any sorts and you can eat whatever food I have."
"I think we should stay, Serah." Grabbing her hand, the female turned to Farkas, already knowing they would be staying despite her being uncomfortable. Or was that guilt?
Sighing, Serah looked at her friend. "Aragorn, are you sure this is ok?"
Taking her hands within his, the man squeezed, ensuring his words were, indeed, correct. "Yes, I am sure, Serah. All I ask is that you keep the place tidy."
Hugging the male, Serah smiled. "You are such a sweetheart. Thank you."
"Yes, Serah's right." Standing to his feet, Farkas clasped the man's shoulder, a smirk of his own coming forth. "Thank you, for everything today."
"Eh, I'm the Dragonborn, right? Other than slaying dragons, helping people is a side job. Before I take off, let me show you the rest of the place. Obviously, this is the front room with the fireplace, and through here," Aragorn stepped left through the open doorway in the exposed room. "This is the bed I've claimed. That door leads to the port behind the house, but I never mess with it, which is why it remains locked. Down here, is everything else." Following the male down into what the others thought was the cellar to find the floor clear and wide, with one doorway to the left and another to the right, this room having doors attached.
"So far I've been keeping any spare ingredients or random finds I get on my travels. There's a bed through the room to the left and the room on the right you'll find a tub and anything you may need to, uh, keep clean. One of you is welcome to sleep in my bed or down here, I'll leave you two to figure that out," Aragorn stated while chuckling, quickly retracing his steps up the stairs to retrieve his pack by the front door. With Farkas and Serah following, he offered his friends one last smile.
"Now, I would like to get some distance from the city before night falls, so I shall take my leave. Serah, Farkas, I wish the best of luck with this journey. If I hear of any news from the Brotherhood, I will inform you when I can. Until I next see you two, take care." Hand firm on the door latch, Aragorn opened the wood before he was pulled back by Serah's voice.
"Wait! Will you be returning here or to Whiterun when your business in Windhelm is done?"
"I'll most likely head back to Whiterun, I need to speak with the Jarl regarding certain matters. Keep me posted Serah and trust in your instincts." With that, the Dragonborn left Honeyside as the door closed shut, leaving the two Companions to stare at the wall before stealing a peak at each other. In all their time together, this would be the first they would have the company of just each other without others around, especially since the kiss they shared several days past.
"I guess...I guess we have the house to ourselves now," Serah mumbled, fumbling with the metal trimmings of her gauntlets.
"That's true." Swallowing his sudden nerves, Farkas grabbed both their packs and left the room as the female raised an eyebrow. Return just as quick, the male opened the door for her, offering a solution to the unexpected privacy. "It's getting late, how about some dinner?"
Smirking, she stepped through the door as they made their way towards The Bee and Barb. "I could use some food in my belly."
With the market closing and shop owners leaving their stalls, the inn was filling by the minute, mead and food leaving the kitchen as more individuals filed in. Able to find a seat, the Companions enjoyed their evening on mead, roasted chicken and sweetrolls. The hardworking townsfolk were lively, despite the unfriendliness aura the town presented. Laughter, songs, and the occasional disagreement followed by the resolution of someone's fist had the longtime friends laughing into the evening as the sun fell and the moon rose in its place.
Darkness of the night hadn't covered Riften that long before the two decided to call it a day, trekking back to Honeyside with decent food in their bellies. Their mental state more tired than their limbs, the Companions needed their rest regardless. Discovering Riften held secrets Serah knew naught of meant trouble was most likely ahead and Farkas wanted to gain as much sleep as he could. But how much sleep would the beastly man obtain? Despite his wolf condition, there was Serah to consider.
And the promise from the night before was on the forefront of his mind.
Entering their personal inn for the next few days, Serah retreated downstairs, exclaiming she wanted to bathe and relax before heading to bed. Grabbing a towel, she filled the tub, gently warming the water as she cast Fire with her hand and moved her fingers throughout the cool liquid. Stepping in and taking a seat, the female sighed, the water hitting her muscles in all the right places as her head lightly dangled over the edge.
Casting her eyes around the room, Serah stared, wondering what it would be like to own a home, to decorate as she wished, not having to worry about others prying in on her life. She absolutely loved Jorrvaskr as it would always be her home, but the thought of owning a separate home was appealing, and had been on her mind for a while. It would cost quite a bit of septims, but Serah had a personal stash she'd been hiding over the years. Her portion of the five-thousand septims she found after the incident with Grevlin was sitting comfortably in her room within Jorrvaskr, ever to gain more each time she left the city.
When the water began turning cold, Serah stood, knowing Farkas would appreciate having a chance to bathe as well. Towel wrapped around her frame, Serah stepped out of the room, her voice echoing through the home as she called for Farkas. "The tub is all yours Farkas!" Moving across the floor to the room where she presumed Farkas placed their belongings, she heard the male quickly pass as the doors closed behind him. As he did, Serah noticed the package given to her by Delvin on the edge of the bed, the black leather calling for her as she grasped it timidly.
Dropping the towel, her bare skin shook from the timid coolness in the air as she examined the items.
Removing all the contents, Serah was shocked to see more than just the armor; Delvin also gave her, what seemed to be, a steel pauldron, a pair of vambraces and gauntlets combined into one, and boots with a steel guard covering over the knee. Whistling, Serah was still surprised as she glanced over each item individually. At first, it seemed to be solely leather, but it was actually thick cloth with a leather overcoat, seeming to be made for comfort with added protection. Either way, Serah was smiling as she held the armor against her body.
Excited to try the pieces on, she slipped her legs into the pants, slithering the material over her hips, amazingly, in love with how the item wrapped around her curves. She pulled the boots on, with the metal guard over her knees; the tunic fell right at her hips, with the top shaped into a heart shape, looking similar to a corset as it gently pushed her breasts up. Adding the steel pauldron to her right shoulder, Serah tugged the vambrace-gauntlet combination, fingers slipping through the open holes as thick steel guarded the back of her hand and up along her forearm. The leather stopped halfway on her upper arm with two buckles on each side to tighten as she pleased. And finally, she attached one belt across each hip to place her short swords before glancing at herself in the mirror upon the dresser.
With a random, etched design in both the leather vambraces and pauldron, the female took a step backwards before tentatively moving closer to her reflection, astounded, and in denial, at the person currently glancing back into her emerald eyes. She would have to profusely thank Delvin when they met the next night because, not only did she feel protected in this armor, but it seemed to be made specifically for her.
"Serah...?" Jumping in her skin, Serah stared into the mirror, noticing Farkas in the doorway. Turning to soak in the view, the female Companion gulped at what she saw.
Hair sticking against his neck, water droplets slid down Farkas' skin with a slight redness to his body, probably from a cold bath. Clung around his taut hips was the measly towel, barely containing the male's glorious package, ever growing udnerneath. Swiveling her eyes over this man – this beast of a beautiful man – Serah clutched a hand to her breast, directly over her overbeating heart. "Farkas..." his name whispered from her lips.
Tightening his grip on the towel, Farkas remembered to breath, unable to glance away from the beauty standing before him. To the Companion, Serah had always been the most exquisite female he'd ever encountered, both in and outside of Whiterun, but with the particular armor she wore, Farkas could not look away. His lower region tightening and her breathing increased, the Companions walked towards each other, meeting half before hands clawed into hair and lips crashed against lips.
Opening her lips, Serah gave full access to the man, his tongue sweeping in, mingling with hers as a guttural groan was pulled from within and released for the man to hear. Here was the chance to explore, to suck, to kiss and to love. Their lips moved as one setting fire to a flame that had since been on the edge of burning, finally given the chance to explode after many years of being repressed.
Guiding the woman closer to the bed, Farkas removed his fingers from her hair, only to move them towards her cheeks, thumbs brushing over reddening skin as her wide eyes cast into his. "Oh, my little Serah..." the male mumbled, love and passion etched through his tone.
"Farkas...I..." her words were silenced as he pecked her forehead. "I'm nervous..." was her whisper.
"I know, little one, me too. Are you..." Dropping one hand over her shoulder and down to her waist, Farkas massaged his thumb into the skin hidden beneath the sinful armor. "Serah, I have wanted you for as long as I can remember, but I don't want to force you into anything you don't – "
"Shh," she lovingly interrupted, placing a finger over his rambling mouth. "I have never wanted another man Farkas, it's always been you. I'm scared and nervous, but you're here with me, and you've always protected me, no matter what."
"By the nine, Serah..." Taking her mouth once more, Farkas' nimble fingers moved over the leather-cloth armor, tracing the way it outlined her gorgeous frame before removing the pauldron and the vambraces from her arms. Blinking, Serah moved back, slowly pulling the tunic over her head and letting it drop to the floor; with the tunic being made to fit similar to a corset, she held no chest bindings. Red instantly coated her cheeks in remembering the previous night, but Farkas held her hands don before she could cover herself. Lips gently settling on her neck, the male trailed his tongue down the length of her glowing skin until her reached her taut nipple, the bud protruding into the air as his slick muscles pulled it into his mouth.
Mouth falling into a voiceless scream, Serah let her head fall backwards fingers grasping the man's damp hair as he moved from one breast to the other. Though he didn't stay long, Farkas quickly retreated before dropping to the ground, removing her boots and pants to leave the lady in naught but her undergarments. Before removing the last remaining cloth, Farkas held Serah at arm's length, studying, and memorizing, the beauty that she was. With each blemish, Farkas could read a story; with each scar, Farkas could imagine a battle. Tracing all that he could see, Serah stared, fascination expressed on her face. Seizing his hand, the female directed his fingers towards the last remaining cloth and with her permission, Farkas delicately pulled the last article of clothing down her luscious legs, throwing the garment across the room as he stared in awe.
Blushing profusely, Serah was pulled away by the male's words as he took her chin into his hand. "Serah, you are more than beautiful, and I am blessed by the nine to have you by my side." Kissing her the palm of her hand, he added, "You are...angelic and...I don't deserve to see such a sight."
"I could say the same of you, Farkas." Feeling the bravado of the moment, Serah slowly reached over and grasped the section of towel currently upholding the material around his waist, her eyes seeking his. "You and I deserve each other, and I am giving myself to you." Twisting her fingers, the material fell, Serah's eyes widening a fraction upon seeing Farkas in all his natural glory; he was thick, he was long and he was curved.
Not one to have sexual experience beneath her belt, even Serah knew that Farkas would please her until she reached the wondrous lands of Sovngarde.
Squealing, Serah was pulled into Farkas arms as he lifted the woman off her feet, walking around the side of the bed before placing her upon the covers, his form crawling over hers before leaning their foreheads together. Running his lips down Serah's cheek, Farkas sought her mouth, tongues colliding, passion escalading as the two loves intertwined their limbs and souls. Any tension from the last several days dissipated as their fingers slithered over skin, touching their lover in heightened pleasure.
Leisurely trailing his fingers down the length of her body, Farkas met the thick curls between the apex of her thighs. Wiggling his fingers within her full lips, Serah squealed as the beastly manned grinned, still sucking on her lips while his fingers loving circled over her wetness, tenderly arousing the woman. Bucking her hips, desiring for more pressure, Serah groaned into the man's mouth, who only smirked in response.
"Oh Farkas..." her raspy voice cried.
"Yes my love?" he whispered back.
Opening her emerald eyes, Serah combed her fingers through his lengthy hair, nails gently scratching his skin as she rolled her womanly hips against his hand. "Please, I...I want to feel you."
"Feel me how? I know I'm feeling you pretty well." Applying more pressure, the woman yelled into the privacy of the house they shared, her wetness intensifying as Farkas dropped his head into the crook of her neck. Curving her waist, Serah stretched her arm between their bodies, fingers tracing the head of the male's cock, his gasp the answer she giddily accepted. "Oh, I see, you want me to touch you with that." Removing his hand, Farkas grasped Serah on the back of her thighs, pulling the woman closer and spreading her legs.
Cheeks set aflame, Serah could do nothing as she moved her eyes from their position to the man's face. In her current state, she should be embarrassed, and she was, yet being within Farkas' presence set a peaceful calmness over her fears, allowing her the capability to live in each moment of time.
Gulping away the anxiety and nervousness, Serah the Companion wrapped her legs around Farkas the Werewolf, dragging the man closer, her thick cock pulsing against the warmness of her womanhood. She placed her hand over Farkas' as he cupped her cheek, ever-so-slowly inching his way forward, inserting his cock into her flaming wetness, both gasping into the air as pleasure erupted across their very being. Fully sheathed, the male dropped his lips to her ear, heated breath tingling her skin as Serah clung to his body. "Now, my love, is where I grant you pleasure."
Retreating from her heated cavern, Serah whimpered in slight pain, a burning sensation coursed across her lower abdomen, which Farkas to note of, lovingly kissing her cheek as he reentered. Inhaling sharply, her hips bucked upwards on their own accord, though she neither complained nor stopped. As Farkas continued the thrust softly, the female Companion whimpered even more, but this time, in desperation; body pulsing and radiating heat, Serah could finally understand the lewd conversations some of the Companions held.
Matching his thrusts, Serah smirked as Farkas nearly slowed to a stop, his questioning gaze staring down at hers. "What're you trying to tell me, my little Serah?" No words were needed, for Serah attached her lips to his with the male understand her message. Cock moving in and out, Farkas increased his speed with each plunge, hips meeting hips in a sensual dance that has withstood the test of time again and again. Cries, moans and grunts leaving their lips, the lovers clawed at one another, pushing their bodies into one, merging their souls to live and breathe as one.
Tensing, Serah tightened her grip around the man's shoulders, her heat dripping between her thighs as Farkas pulled from around her waist, hoisting the female into the air as he leaned back to kneel against both legs. Screaming towards the ceiling, Serah repeatedly called for her lover's name, the intensity of his thrusts pounded her core as he reached a new depth of pleasure. With tears falling from her eyes, Serah continued to cry Farkas' name, his fingers digging into her muscle-toned hips.
Words could not be formed, the eruption from her core caused the female to bite her lip as muscles clenched and spasmed uncontrollably, her legs trembling around Farkas' waist. He gasped and groaned with the might of a hundred sabre cats before voicing her name to the heavens, clinging to her neck against his body as his cock tremored. Releasing his seed deep inside, loud inhales of breathing were the only communication as Farks pulled their faces together, moving strands of hair away from her blushing face.
"Serah..." Farkas voiced her name, still catching his breath. "My love that was...remarkable." Wiping away at her tears, he was about to question but she raised a finger to his lips.
"I am happy, my love," she repeated the phrase. Eyes raising, Farkas brightly smiled. Did that mean...? Does she...?
"My little Serah..." Holding her carefully, Farkas lowered their slick bodies onto the bed before gently pulling out from her core. Sucking in a small breath, Serah sighed as her limbs relaxed, the covers molding over her body as she was pulled close into Farkas' body, his warmth easing her tiredness, arms draped protectively around her frame. "Sleep, you've had a long day and you need your rest for what's to come."
"I am getting sleepy..." her words slurred together in attempt to keep her eyes open. "But we...tomorrow we need to talk because...Farkas? I...I love you..."
Eyes closing for good, her chest moved up and down as sleep overtook her senses. Gazing down, Farkas stroked her hair, feeling the soft tresses melt through his fingers. Heart beating erratically, he'd definitely heard her words and regretted he didn't give his reply.
She loved him.
She truly loved him!
Falling into the pillow, Farkas kissed her forehead before closing his eyes, hoping his last words of the night reached her dreams. "Serah of the Companions, I love you with all my heart. Please, please stay by my side until, the end of our days.
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PHEW! That was intense, at least for me to write. With Serah's new armor, I googled and searched for ideas because I couldn't describe the image I had in my head until I found one particular picture. The link is below, so please, check it out. I hold no copyright over the picture as I found it on google, it simply gave me some ideas, and I incorporated a little into describing the armor but I do not own it.
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