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Fialla: With a soft sigh, the young girl sat up, in the guest bedroom of Breezehome, your house in Whiterun. You two have been adventuring together for who knows how long. Two years, at the very least. And, of course, you can't expect a girl to be with someone CONSTANTLY for two whole years, and not grow feelings for him. A soft smile crept across her face, as her mind flooded with thoughts of their adventures. All the quests they've completed, all the people they've helped, all the enemies they've faced. She chuckled lightly, her mind also filling with the fun times. All the time they've spent in camp, all the time they've spent in the Inns all around Skyrim. And of course, her cheeks flushed a bright red, as memories surfaced of the.. Other, times. The times she truly enjoyed.. Huddling together, to ward off the cold of Skyrim. The baths they've had to share.. Even the time you peeked at her during one of her baths, at a waterfall. She climbed out of bed, and giggled slightly, her cheeks returning to their natural color, she reached onto the night stand, and grabbed her clothing. A long, red, elegant dress. Of course, you remember how she BEGGED you for that dress. Nearly took all your gold, as well.
namelessPassing [NP] is now Your Adventuring Partner! [Fare]. ~~ 1 ~~
Fare: The young man sat up within his own bed in the master bedroom in the upstairs portion of Breezehome, yawning quietly as he did so. He'd glanced around for a short moment at the bits of the room before cracking a smile, remembering how glad he'd been to purchase this home some time earlier. He'd have never done so without Fialla's help...by the eight, did he appreciate having her around. He couldn't necessarily remember all of the fun and such the two had had throughout the..what was it, two years..that they'd been adventuring, but what he could remember was great enough to draw a smile - and perhaps a red tint - to his face. He wasn't exactly the greatest cook, after all, and the help was much appreciated when they needed to clear out caves or perform quests. He didn't mind purchasing the occasional gift for her as a result, the dress not at all bothering him when they'd bought it. He got himself dressed within a set of Miner's clothes - finding them comfortable for just walking around the house - and went downstairs.
Fialla: She slipped on her dress, being sure to tighten her corset, before stretching a bit, and slipping out of the room, making her way downstairs. She giggled happily upon spotting him, waving. "Hi, Fare!" She called out, her magnificent green eyes shut, in a happy manner. She wasn't confused about her feelings whatsoever. She KNEW she loved him. She knew it, and one day, she would say it... ...Way before some harlet married him.
Fare: He'd smiled upon seeing her that morning...he was always made happy when he saw her, there was just something about her that made him so. He gave a light wave back. "Hello, Fialla!" He was nowhere near confused himself...he'd been in love with the woman for quite some time. He'd always ignored the advances of others, hoping to keep her around. It wasn't as if he could bring himself to say the words, though, even adventuring Bretons can be made nervous. "Did you sleep well?"
Fialla: She nodded her head, walking over and punching his arm. Damn, she was strong. Well, that's what adventuring tends to do to a girl. "THAT is for not letting me sleep with you, last night." She wasn't too upset about it, but of course, she missed out on some cuddling with the love of her life. Plus, she's usually kind of grumpy in the morning.
Fare: He rubbed his arm a bit upon being hit, chuckling lightly upon it. Damn, did that hurt! That's what a preference for magic'll do to you, makes you weak on the magic arm. He cracked a smile. "Well, it's not as if you HAD to sleep with me last night, and besides, sometimes I want a bed to myself." He wasn't necessarily serious about this, he'd have gladly let her sleep with him the previous night if he hadn't felt under the weather. He was feeling better now though, accounting for his good attitude that morning.
Fialla: She pouted her lip, holding her forearm with one hand. "I got cold.." Damn it. She tends to do this when she wants some attention. You've probably caught onto it by now, but still. Doesn't make it any less adorable.
Fare: ...Damn, she was doing it again. You know she was just trying to make you feel bad and to get attention from you, but it didn't mean it wouldn't work. She's got you in her back pocket and she knows it, it always works when she does that, now you feel bad. "Oh, I didn't..sorry..you can sleep up there with me tonight, alright?"
Fialla: She giggled, stepping to him and standing on her tip-toes, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks!" She smiled brightly, her cheeks flushing a light red. They always did, when they came into contact with each other. Not all contact, of course, but most. Such as holding her hand, or kissing her cheek, or.. Oh, when they have to bathe together, and his body touches hers. She might as well have all her blood in her face, at that point.
Fare: He smiled as well, looking down at her for the moment in which she did that. "You're quite welcome, Fialla." There wasn't any red in his face when she'd done that, but he'd learned to mask certain feelings, at least to a slight degree. He could keep from flushing his cheeks from slight gestures such as tiny kisses or hand-holding...but even so, nore contact tended to make him react more. Even he couldn't keep from the full red of accidental contact in the bath.
Fialla: She gave a wide smirk. "It's your turn to make breakfast." She said with a cocky undertone. Well, you could say she was certainly a high-confidence girl. Almost too confident. Running straight into battles, even with the strongest of enemies. She bit her lip, recalling the time he'd saved her from a Draugr Death Overlord. Yeah, definitely a high-confidence girl. Well.. Except when it came to him. She was TERRIFIED of being rejected.
Fare: He sighed and nodded in a joking shame, proceeding to move into the kitchen area and prepare breakfast for the two. He was...not necessarily as confident as she. Now, he was definitely willing to charge into a situation, but he was more the supportive Mage or archer than he was the berserker. That Draugr Death Overlord wasn't dying of Frostbite after all, THAT took an arrow through the neck to kill. He could still be considered confident, although not necessarily enough to bring up certain subjects...rejection could be considered a legitimate fear in his mind.
Fialla: She ran her tongue over her lips, taking a seat at the table. She must've dreamed about the way she would tell him a million times.. Then, she had.. Other, dreams. Of what it would be like, during their first time in bed. She practically WORSHIPPED those dreams.
Fare: He set about preparing breakfast, taking some time. It wasn't necessarily impressive what he'd decided on - some cheese, some eggs, bread, typical breakfast foods. As for his own thoughts...it was hard to deny he'd had similar dreams. He did not necessarily worship these, but he looked forward to having them. As for the ways he'd considered telling her...he largely avoided those. He didn't want to think about that, deciding to wait to figure it out at the moment, whenever that moment came.
Fialla: She gulped slightly, and bit her lip, taking to thinking about whether or not today would be a good day to tell him. Maybe.. I mean, it's better than never knowing, right? And besides. The worst that could happen is.. Well, you don't want to think about that.
Fare: He sighed quietly as he finished preparing their breakfast, distributing it between two plates and moving to the table, giving her one and sitting where he'd set the other. He considered...would today be the day? Sooner would be better than later, after all, he'd want to make SOME sort of move before some milk-drinker beat him to it. However...he'd have other chances. He didn't know what to think.
Fialla: She gulped, and began eating, talking in between bites. "So.. Fare. Any quests left?" She too another bite. She was honestly really hoping he didn't have anything to do today. Today was at LEAST going to be the day they went on their first date.
Fare: He thought for a moment when she'd asked that question, thinking as he began his eating...there were a few things, but most of it could wait, there was nothing pressing enough that it HAD to be done that day, or even that week. "No, not today. Why?"
Fialla: She smiled down at her plate, her cheeks flushing a light red. "W-Well.. I was wondering, considering we have a break, if you wanted to go out and do something.. Y'know, just the two of us?"
Fare: He raised an eyebrow, somewhat curious...was she asking him on a date? If so..maybe he'd have a good chance after all for that day, maybe today would be the day he could say something. He smiled lightly and nodded. "Well..sure, uh..of course we can, that sounds like a great idea. Did you have anything in mind..?"
Fialla: She giggled happily, nodding her head. "I was thinking that we could go to the Inn.." It was definitely a date. No doubt about that.
Fare: He nodded, smiling. "Of course, sounds like a great idea! Let's just make sure to be careful about our mead today..." He chuckled. Definitely a date.
Fialla: She smirked, seeing the perfect time to flirt. Okay, her confidence is definitely getting better. "Oh? You don't want a little drunk Fialla dragging you to bed?"
Fare: He chuckled lightly again, cracking a smirk. He didn't see himself a skilled flirter, but he'd try and return the favor. "Well, perhaps I'd rather you not be drunk in that scenario." Yep, he wasn't good at this. He had a bad feeling about that.
Fialla: A slight giggle escaped her mouth, and she reached over to plant another kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry, i'll try not to get too drunk."
Fare: He smiled at this, nodding. "Good, I'll try my best not to get drunk either. After all, one of us has to be able to open the door."
Fialla: She laughed, finishing her breakfast and sliding the plate across the table. "Mmmm.. Delicious. Great job."
Fare: He smiled, finishing his own up after another couple of minute and stacking the plates, going to clean them. "Thank you, I try my best."
Fialla: The young girl stood up, looking down at herself to make sure she didn't have any food on her prized dress. "Well, you did great."
Fare: "Thank you." He nodded, finishing up with the cleaning before looking down at himself...he didn't share her natural eating cleanliness, he definitely needed to change. "...I'll be right back." He went up to his bedroom.
Fialla: She chuckled, immediately beginning to think on what she would wear for tonight. Hm.. Probably this regal, beautiful dress. Then again.. She also had that skimpy wench outfit.. She shook her head. The dress is good.
Fare: He'd looked around in his wardrobe a bit before deciding...what would be alright for this? He'd wanted to be at least somewhere near as nice-looking as she was...ah! There was a set of Fine Clothes in there, those would do it. After getting changed, he went back downstairs.
Fialla: She looked over at him, smiling. "You look great.
Fare: He smiled back, nodding. "Thank you. You look amazing yourself."
Fialla: She giggled, nodding her head. "So, when will we be.. you know. Going out..?" If there was any doubt this was a date up to now, that should take care of it.
Fare: He thought for a moment, rubbing the back of his head. "Oh, uh..I'm not sure..I mean, we just woke up, and we're planning to go drink, so..I guess later tonight..?"
Fialla: She nodded her head. "Night sounds great."
Fare: He smiled, nodding. "Great. Tonight it is, then."
Fialla: She giggled happily, coming back downstairs, her hair freshly combed out, and styled. "I'm ready!" She called out to him.
Fare: He came out from his room, himself fairly well-cleaned up as well, smiling at her. "I am too...you look great." He paused for a moment, moving to the door and holding it open for her.
Fialla: She smiled brightly, nodding her head and slipping outside. Luckily, it was mid-summer, so the night temperature was very pleasant.
Fare: He shut the door behind himself, making sure to lock it and stow the key im his pocket. He went beside her, taking a deep breath. "Nice night out tonight."
Fialla: The young girl nodded her head, and reached for his arm, hugging it to her body. "Hehe. It sure is.."
Fare: He smiled as she did so, not at all minding it. "Yeah.." He merely stood there quietly for a moment before gesturing towards the inn. "..Well, I suppose we should head over, then."
Fialla: "Of course. Remember, don't drink too much."
Fare: He nodded. "Of course. Same rule applies to you, though."
Fare: "So..let's get going, than." He smiled down at her, lightly tugging on her arm and walking along with her, making his way towards the inn.
Fialla: She gave a bright smile, hugging his arm tighter as they walked toward the inn. "Hehe.. Tonight is going to be perfect.."
Fare: He nodded, cracking a smile. "That it will.." After a few minutes of walking, they reached the inn entrance, him moving up to the door and holding it open. "Here we are."
Fialla: She walked inside, kissing his cheek as she passed. "Thank you, handsome."
Fare: He smiled at her. "You're quite welcome." He shut the door behind himself, following her in.
Fialla: She groaned, sighing. "Ugh. He's here."
Fare: He raised an eyebrow, glancing around. "Who is?"
Fialla: She nodded her head to Mikael, the Bard that worked there. "Him. Every time I come in here, he harasses me until I can't take it anymore, so I leave."
Fare: He looked at the man, then sighed lightly...of course it was Mikael. He knew of him, of course, all in town talked of him..it was never positive, though. And just hearing about the harassment he gave out made Fare want to hit him. "I see..well, let's hope he won't bother you tonight."
Fialla: She nodded her head, spotting the table the girl in plate armor always sat at, being empty. She never got the girl's name, she just knew she wore heavy platemail. Uthgerd, something? "We could sit over there.."
Fare: He looked at the spot, pondering for a moment. They could definitely use the spot, since she wasn't there, although they'd have to hope she didn't come in that night. "I guess we could..it's the only open table..alright, let's sit there."
Fialla: She smiled, waltzing over and taking a seat, competely avoiding making eye-contact with Mikael.
Fare: He moved over and took the other seat, keepin a smile, making sure to shoot Mikael a quick threatening look in case he decided to attempt his usual tricks again.
Fialla: She giggled lightly, propping her chin up on her hands. "So. Tell me about yourself." She said half-jokingly. They practically already knew everything about each other.
Fare: He chuckled lightly at this, smiling at her and sitting forward a bit in his chair. "Well...I'm an adventurer, and a good one at that." He was saying this jokingly, he knew she already practically knew everything about him, more or less trying to play along.
Fialla: She gave a bright smile, sighing happily, before her smile quickly faded away, spotting Mikael walking toward her. "Oh, gods.."
Fare: He kept a smile for a moment before losing it to confusion, raising an eyebrow and turning his head, losing the confused look to one of annoyance at seeing him making his way there. "..He'd better not try anything."
Fialla: She sighed, as the annoying fool made his way to the table, and propped himself up on the table's surface, completely ignoring Fare. 'Hey, Fii. What're you doing here with this chump?' The ma- No, boy asked. Fialla sighed softly, not yet acknowledging his existence. "He is.."
Fare: He watched as his existence was completely ignored by this boy, and he shook his head, looking up at Fialla and acknowledging her response. "..I'll deal with this." He looked up at Mikael, getting an annoyed look, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder so that he wouldn't be completely ignored. "Look, Mikael, is it? Just leave her alone, got it?"
Fialla: She sighed softly, scooting her chair a bit away from the incoming conflict. 'Ha! Why should I? I will conquer this woman, as any true nord conquers a fierce beast.' The rather cocky boy said, as Fialla scooted a bit more.
Fare: His look turned from annoyance to frustration, as he stood up to look down at the boy. "Look, you've already been warned, there is nothing for you to 'conquer' here. Leave her alone before this ends up getting violet, alright?" He gave another threatening look - fistfights weren't his fortĂŠ, that was magic, but he'd resort to one if it was necessary.
Fialla: Fialla chuckled lightly. NOTHING but bring this idiot down more than this. She stood up, and walked over to Fare, gently turning his head toward her.
Fare: He looked over at her as his head was turned towards her, raising an eyebrow, rather confused that she'd interrupted him.
Fialla: She smiled at him, before standing on her tip-toes to plant her lips against his, her cheeks flushing a bright, furious red.
Fare: This came at a bit of a suprise to him, gaining a bit of a fitting look for that moment before calming, his own cheeks turning a rather deep red as well
Fialla: She twisted her head, to deepen the kiss, as Mikael growled with anger, and put his hand in between their lips, separating them. 'Alright, that's about enough! She's MY woman!' He called out, roughly grabbing Fialla's arm.
Fare: As the two were separated, he at first looked shocked, glaring at Mikael for a moment before seeing him grab Fialla, gaining an angry look. "Mikael, you let her go now, or you WILL regret this. I mean it." He cracked his knuckles. This prbably wasn't going to end well anymore.
Fialla: She sighed, using her free hand to gently touch Fare's chest. "Just.. Let me handle this." She said softly, before turning toward Mikael, gaining a laugh from the boy.
Fare: He looked at her as she did that, sighing lightly and nodding at her, backing up a tad and letting her handle it, watching.
Fialla: She giggled softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, giving a quick seductive look, earning a smug grin from the boy. She chuckled lightly. "I like girls better." She quietly whispered, slamming her knee directly into his crotch.
Fare: He watched as she did this, gaining a light chuckle and even cringing a bit himself after seeing what she did, but cracking a smile and watching as she did that anyway, making sure to keep quiet for the moment.
Fialla: She took a couple steps back as he fell to the ground, clutching his crotch. She hummed quietly, and ran forward, doing a running-kick directly into his face, knocking out a couple teeth, earning an 'Ooooooo' from the crowd. "Don't. Mess up. My date."
Fare: He was part of the crowd that made the 'Ooo' sound, rather impressed with her actions at the moment, cracking a smile at this. He walked up behind her and patted her back, still smiling. "Heh..I think you've done enough, he probably knows to stop."
Fialla: She giggled, reaching up to kiss his cheek. "Okay, handsome."
Fare: He chuckled a bit, smiling still, and walked back over to their table, moving her seat back to where it was beforehand, gesturing to it and sitting in his own.
Fialla: She nodded her head, taking her seat again. "Hehe."
Fare: "Heh..that was impressive, Fialla, I didn't expect you to do that. You think he's learned his lesson"
Fialla: She nodded again, giggling. "If he didn't, he'll learn next time." Working as a companion, along with Fare, REALLY upped her strength. She's confident she could at the very least, lift Farkas off the ground.
Fare: He nodded. "Definitely. I'd hate to see what it would take if he didn't learn after that." The Companions had helped for him as well, especially all of the training. He'd be embarassed to admit that he didn't think he was as strong as Fialla, due to his magical preferences, but he WAS helpe by the companions, confident he could lift quite a bit without too much effort or strain.
Fialla: She smiled brightly, reaching across the table to kiss his cheek. "Hehe.." Fialla would never brag about her strength, so nothing to worry about there. At the very least, if he still hadn't learned, she could get the Companions to help out.
Fare: He smiled as well, looking at her with a rather happy look on his face. He'd never complain of his own strength, he was rather happy with it, and he didn't mind perhaps being the less physical of the two, it was perfectly alright to him. Besides, the companions were always around to help.
Fialla: Just as Fialla didn't mind being the less attuned with magic, of the two. She couldn't do anything with magic. But, put a sword and shield in the girl's hands, and she's a monster.
Fare: He wasn't necessarily the best when it came to that sort of combat, his fortĂŠ lied with distance combat: magic and bows. He could hold his own with a sword if necessary, but his skills were better used in a supporter role. "Well..this night got off to an ill start, but..now that you've dealt with our little issue, what say we order ourselves some mead?"
Fialla: She giggled, shaking her head. "I'm gonna need all my whits about me. Whiterun can get dangerous at night, with the recent vampire attacks, and all."
Fare: He nodded. "Right, I've heard about those. Sensical point, I guess we'll have to lay off the mead for tonight, then."
Fialla: She gave a bright smile. "But, we could order some food. I'm starving."
Fare: He nodded. "Ah, that sounds great! Let's do that." He turned, gesturing over to the barmaid.
Fialla: The girl walked over to them, smiling at the practically PERFECT couple.
Fare: He smiled back up at her. "We'd like to order a bit of food, what's in the works for tonight?"
Fialla: 'We have a special of cooked Venison, for only 10 septims.' The girl said with a smile.
Fare: He nodded, smiling. "That sounds wonderful, I'll definitely have that." He reached into his coinpurse, pulling out about 20 septims. "Fialla, is that something you'd like too?"
Fialla: She nodded her head, and the girl silently took the coins, walking back to the counter. "Thank you, love."
Fare: He nodded, smiling a bit. "You're quite welcome, love."
Fialla: She sighed softly, and gulped. "H-Hey, can.. Can I tell you something..?"
Fare: He rose an eyebrow and nodded, cracking a smile. "Of course you can, I'm always up to listen. What is it?"
Fialla: "I-I love you.. I've always loved you.. Ever since we went on our first quest, I knew I loved you.. I love everything about you, and.. I just.. I just want you to know that.."
Fare: He.. Was a bit shocked by this. Of course, he was happy, he was very glad to hear her say it, but..it was still suprising. "You..you do..? ..Do you mean that..?"
Fialla: She nodded her head, and tears began to well up in her eyes. "I just... I don't want to lose you.."
Fare: He took a moment to process this, shaking his head. "I..Fialla, you won't..I love you too..I always have..you won't lose me.."Â
Fialla: She sniffled, nodding her head. "I-I just.. I want to stay with you.. I really love you.."
Fare: He nods, gaining a couple happy tears as well. "Of course..that's all I want is to be with you, Fialla.."
Fialla: She smiled up at him. "Fare.. Can.. Can we go..? I want to go home.. We can skip dinner for tonight.."
Fare: He paused, smiling back at her and nodding. "Of course we can..let's go." He got up from his seat.
Fialla: She stood up as well, smiling at him, completely prepared for her fate.
Fare: He kept his smile, gently taking her hand, walking along with her out of the inn.
Fialla: She sighed happily, hugging his arm, and stopping. She smiled up at him, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Fare: He stopped as she did, turning to look at her, and smiled at her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Fialla: She stood up on her tip-toes, pressing her lips against his.
Fare: He pressed his lips against hers in response, smiling into it an holding her close.
Fialla: She peeled herself away, slowly, giving him a bright smile and sniffling, walking into the open, and holding out her arms. "I know you're there..!" She called out, seemingly to no one.
Fare: He paused for a moment upon seeing this, raising a eyebrow and taking a step towards her, getting a concerned look. "Uh..Fialla..what are you doing ..?"
Fialla: She looked back at him, smiling and mouthing the words "I lov-" ZIIIIP, and she gasped out, falling to the ground as a long, steel-tipped arrow jammed itself directly into her chest.
Fare: He went wide-eyed, shaking his head and running to her. "No..no no no..." He kneeled down as he reached her, picking her up and holding her in his lap, looking at the wound.
Fialla: She smiled up at him, and coughed out a small amount of blood. "I don't have too much time to say this.. Fare, I love you.. A-And.. T-Two days ago.. When.. When you were out gathering supplies to m-make our house better.. I-I went to see.." She let out another cough, blood running down her chin. "O-Olava.. For a fortune reading.. Sh-She said I would die today.. And.. I-If.. If I survived this.. T-Two days later, I-I would.." She coughed yet again, gritting her teeth. "I would be the c-cause of your death.."
Fare: He shook his head, disbelief clouding his mind. "I..F-Fialla, you.." He shook his head again. "..No, y-you can't die, Fialla, you can't..not after everything..I don't care what happens to me, I..I-I accept that I'll die..if it's in your place, just..please, stay here..don't die, you need to stay.." He was tearing up quite a bit, heavily distressed by this.
Fialla: She shook her head, and reached up, cupping the side of his face with a smile. "I love you.."
Fare: He just looked down at her with disbelief, shaking his head, nearly in tears. "..Please, no.."
Fialla: She let out a soft sigh, her eyes gently closing. "Goodbye, Fare.. I promise.. I will always love you.."
Fare: "..I.." He closed his eyes for a moment, a few tears falling. "..I-I..I will always love you, Fialla.."
Fialla: Her head fell a bit, and her body went limp, slipping into the endless, eternal sleep, as a hooded, masked figure jumped across the rooftops, and out of Whiterun.
Fare: He just stared at her body for a few minutes before simply sitting there, keeping her in his lap, beginning to cry a bit, closing his eyes and saying nothing except a quiet "..Goodbye.."
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