Skyrim Preferences and Smut

Farkas x Reader (stormy weather makes for a good resting)

Skyrim was renowned for many things. Snow, mead, nords...all things the average person would think of when asked what constituted the famously rugged land. That much being said, snow and frigid weather was something the everyday resident of the frozen land had to adapt to just to deal with life..at least if you lived out of the Rift.

See, snow wasn't common in the beautiful, eternal autumn land. It was still cold, but just not quite cold enough to cause the wintery precipitation to blanket the land. However one commonplace was, unfortunately, storms.

This one in particular had taken you and Farkas by surprise. Or..well..to be fair to your companion, he warned you about there being "salt on the wind". Nevertheless, he appeared equally shocked when small droplets began to sprinkle down amidst your cozy bivouac. Tensions only seemed to rise as the gentle drizzle progressively became nothing short of a torrent- having only the gods to thank for the two of you working together to quickly construct shelter.

As such, your current predicament perhaps wasn't the best- but is certainly wasn't the worst.

"It's..it's almost nice getting to listen to the rain." Farkas' voice spoke, the close proximity to your shield-sibling causing the tone to reverberate through your back. It was cold, the rain only making it worse- with no chance of building a fire, you fell prey to greedily basking in the warmth the large nord so graciously exuded.  He didn't mind in the slightest, in fact he seemed quite welcoming of your advances. "The sound is soothing. But I kind of wished we would've been able to roast some of that venison."

Though his words inspired a small chuckle, any humor you found in the musing was short lived when faced with the soft beauty of the otherwise rugged man. Turning your attention to his face probably wasn't the best move either, but being so close to him made the temptation impossible to resist any further.

"Yeah, me too.." Was your absentminded response. It wasn't like Farkas was always the best with words either, plus he never cared much for small talk- so this wasn't concerning in the slightest for you.

Upon further inspection whilst ogling your handsome brother-in-arms, the similarity of his eyes to raging clouded canopy casted overhead was undeniable. However they were different in the same respect. True, both the clouds and his eyes harbored a sharp steel like hue- striking and simply beautiful. Unlike the clouds though, his eyes were soft, full of a strange kindness that any other person would've remarked as "unfitting" for a man such as him. Further than just his stunning eyes, each lightning strike flashed a brilliant purple light over his features- compelling you to stop and appreciate the audacious structure in its wake.

Had he ever regarded you with such careful admiration? A piece of you didn't want to know either way. Similarly, a piece of you prayed that the storm would disappear while also wishing for it to never go away. The bandits could wait, your heart however, could not.