#◾ Age of aggression — Skyrim

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What if they kissed? – from Farkas!

Out of everyone Raserei worked with Farkas was the Companion he got along with the most and bonded with the quickest. The two had an understanding of one another he just didn't find in others. They could sit in silence for hours just watching mammoths roam out in the distance and it wouldn't be awkward.

Also, his daughter was keen on the other man, and as a single father that carried more weight than anything.

Perhaps he was rattling these off in his head to justify what his body was doing with the mead heating his belly. Farkas was an attractive man, he had no issues admitting that. It was fairly obvious that he was. But Raserei wasn't one to act on his impulse when it came to more intimate feelings. He wasn't sure he completely knew how; always slightly dense in these avenues of social graces.

Nonetheless, Farkas had been saying something, he wasn't sure what at the moment, only that it had him smiling like an idiot, and the moment the other nord turned to face him he acted. His rough lips pressed against Farkas'. They tasted of mead and juniper. He loved it.

"Mmm, mead taste better on you."

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Raserei was on his way back to Whiterun. The Reach was a beautiful enough place, but the Forsworn gave him pause more than how far it would put him from the Companions' hall. He had a daughter and the area seemed more dangerous than the tundra where Whiterun was located.

As he walked along the path a man who looked rather odd, but clearly not a Forsworn seemed to be walked in the direction towards him.

"Hail stranger, I wouldn't be wandering about looking like that. Paint yourself a target for the Forsworn." He called out.

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// @decidentia for Farkas

A few years ago when Raserei returned back to the Comanion's hall with his daughter there were looks. While none openly questioned him what exactly he meant, the Nord didn't seem the type to abandon such a responsibility until he felt like it. None felt too comfortable as then why he decided to adopt a child at random with the work he did.

But nonetheless, it wasn't the first time children frequented the hall. Though today it would seem Anna was also going to have to go without her favorite sitter, as Farkas was going to be joining Raserei on this job. It was far more dangerous than normal fare and something the inner circle should be dealing with completely, but Raserei was allowed such work because the only thing stopping him from being part of the inner circle was his refusal to be sworn to Hircine.

And wouldn't one know it, this job was dealing with werewolves.

The fiery redhead was making sure he had everything, while Anna was glaring up Farkas. Her eyes were still red from crying and the proper fit that the only person outside her father she was vocal to was leaving too! She pulled on the furs of the giant man's armor beckoning him to lean down.

"Take care of papa, he had a cold yesterday." she said so softly Farkas might have even heard her.

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[ SHELTER ]: sender hastily guides the receiver to a nearby shelter for them to wait out the storm together safely. – from Farkas!

Not like either of them wasn't used to this, a damn snowstorm just rolling in at a moment's notice. Yet, it still felt like something you couldn't prepare for properly, and being up in the northern parts of the country made it even more deadly.

Raserei followed Farkas' lead, assuming his eyes could see better in the storm, he knew his nose was at least sharper, despite the white powder and wind messing with everything.

"I hate this area! If it isn't the damn wolves it's these sudden snowstorms!" Raserei grumbled as they entered a cave, finding some shelter from the weather.

"Let me get a fire going, assuming the kindling I brought isn't useless now. Too old to be playing chicken with nature."

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Ras without all his armor. Look at his beautiful hair!

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Mountain Flowers

In his Elder Scrolls/Skyrim verse Ras has a tendency to leave mountain flowers on his bed so the scent lingers on the linens and furs. He also leaves Lavender on the bed for his lovers too.