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"And when he looks at me, I swear I can't breathe."
Vilkas frowned, "That sounds problematic. Are you alright?"
"I'm actually a little scared at this point."
"You baffle me. Why can't you just tell him how you feel?"
I raised my brows, "Vilkas, have you ever asked someone out?"
He chuckled, keeping his eyes on his book, "No, but I reckon I have children all across Skyrim."
"Gross!" He snickered and I sighed, "Should I just tell him?"
"I'm not sure why you haven't."
"For someone so smart, you're so bad at giving advice." I bid him farewell and walked to the training yard, where I was supposed to meet his brother. When I got out, sure enough, Farkas had beat me there. He grinned, unsheathing a sword nearly as long as his legs, "Ready?"
I smiled, "You know I am."
Five minutes later, we were sitting in a nice little patch of grass, tying the ends of flowers together to make small crowns. We were seeing who could make the better one and so far, he was leaving me in the dust. I glanced to him, "I have a lot of bottled up feelings about you, y'know..."
"Break the bottle."
"That's not how metaphors work-"
"Where is it? If you're too scared, I can do it."
I chuckled, "No, Farkas, that just means I haven't told you how I feel about you."
"Oh, I know. You love me, right?" I looked to him silently, and he smiled, "I read your journal."
I slapped his arm lightly, "Farkas! Why?!"
"I didn't mean to! You left it on your desk and it wasn't labelled so I flipped through it and saw my name!" It was silent for a moment, and he grinned a little, "You have some interesting ideas about bedding me."
I blushed, "Well can you at least not talk about it?!"
"Hey, they're your sexual fantasies, not mine. But to answer your written question," he winked, "No. I wouldn't mind tying you up and bedding you."
I blushed, looking down to the flower circlet in my lap, "Good to know..."
"I told Vilkas about it and he said-"
"Why would you tell Vilkas?!"
"Because he's smart so he could tell me what to do."
"What did he say?"
"He said that I should bed you."
I growled a little, "That flea-bitten bastard..."
Farkas shrugged, looking down, "I dunno. I thought it was a good idea."
