My Random Skyrim Stories

A Companion in the Thieves' Guild (Farkas) 1

(Farkas/femaleDragonborn)
Inspired by one of my play-throughs where I dragged Farkas through the whole thieves guild quest line with me.

For about the hundredth time that year, Farkas wondered what in Oblivion he was doing...
He was sitting at the Ragged Flagon, wearing thieves guild armor, drinking an ale, watching his shield-sister... Briita... a particularly lovely looking Redguard with a shockingly Nordic personality... she was the Dragonborn... and she was his... friend.
He still really wasn't sure how that had amounted to him joining the thieves guild with her. They really needed to get back to Esbern and Delphine so they could deal with the dragons, but when Mercer had betrayed and nearly killed her, things got personal.
Farkas had been told to wait outside when she and Mercer had gone to face Karliah, and his heart broke when Karliah carried her motionless body back outside hours later...
The first single heartbeat that met his ears after that was the sweetest, most wonderful sound...
He'd helped Karliah pore healing potions into her and held her close until she finally opened her beautiful honey-brown eyes again... he'd hardly been willing to leave her side since...
So he supposed it made sense that he'd follow her, even into the Thieves' Guild...
That was normal to feel about a friend you'd nearly lost... right?

Farkas watched her laugh at Brynjolf drunkenly trying to stay in his seat. Farkas suspected the thief wasn't as drunk as he was pretending to be... now that Mercer was dead, Brynjolf had been trying to talk her into taking his place as leader of the guild...
Farkas also suspected the thief's intentions were not the slightest bit honorable, and it made his blood boil...
That was normal too, right? ...to feel protective of his shield sister... to want to punch Brynjolf in the face for flirting with her?
Of course... he didn't care when Skjor flirted with Aela... or when Torvar flirted with Ria or Njada... or even when Vilkas flirted with Ria...
Still, it was totally normal to feel a pain in his chest when Briita didn't shut Brynjolf's advances down... right...?

Then Brynjolf fell off his chair and Briita rolled her eyes at him. Farkas grinned into his own mug as she scolded and told him to go to bed, but his grin quickly faded when Brynjolf clumsily struggled to get up, and asked Briita to help him get to his bed... Briita was a beautiful, kind-hearted warrior who couldn't deny anyone help when they asked, so of course she agreed to help him.
It would have been an utterly heartbreaking moment, except for the uneasy look she threw back over her shoulder at Farkas before she led the drunk thief out of the tavern.
Farkas got to his feet and followed quietly, praying he'd read just her expression right... he was ready to knock Brynjolf out properly...
Yes, he decided, it was completely normal to feel the way he did about Briita... because, Farkas realized, she wasn't just his shield-sister... he loved her.