Rainy Day Blues (Anna)

They're stupid, your honor.

 

 Day 23 Least favorite:

Of all the things in the world my least favorite is cold rainy days…and cauliflower, never liked cauliflower for some reason. Unfortunately today is one of said cold rainy days, and I’ve got nothing to do, which makes it even worse. Some people like rainy days, I prefer them only when it’s thunderstorming, and would take a sunny day over both. To make matters worse we happen to be in Windhelm, and it’s always cold in Windhelm. Cold and dreary and full of racist people, truly my least favorite city in this cold and sometimes rather boring country. Getting up from my spot staring out the window and fidgeting with my empty cup of tea I decide to go downstairs. With nothing better to do I might as well go see what Farkas is up to, he’s got perhaps too much practice with keeping boredom away for hours at a time, but I digress. “I’m bored.” I announce as I plop down into a chair. “Hi bored, I’m Farkas.” is the reply I get that he says without looking up from whatever it is he’s doing. I’ll admit I walked right into that one, but it still is a terrible joke. “What’re you doing?” I question, a futile attempt to make conversation. “Whats it look like I’m doing Len?” I’m asked in reply “Well, from what I can tell from here, it looks like paperwork and it looks boring.” Farkas hums softly in agreement, it is paperwork, and it is boring. “Is that your least favorite part of being in the circle?” I ask, leaning forward now with my elbows resting on my knees and my head in my hands. Now understanding that I will simply continue to ask questions for however long my boredom asks Farkas puts down the pen and places the stack of papers on a nearby table “It’s tied between paperwork and severe insomnia.” He jokes sarcastically which results in a brief smile before he glances out the window and notices it’s raining rather heavily before turning back to me “I now realize why you’ve spent the past ten minutes asking me random questions.” I’m response I simply shrug and point out awkwardly that I'm bored. “Things to elevate boredom…” Farkas mutters quietly as we attempt to think of things but today seems to be a rare day where neither of us can think of anything to do. A gust of wind blows outside then and I’m reminded that not only am I quite bored, but I’m rather cold too, and that gives me an idea. “I’ve thought of something!” I say excitedly, getting up from the chair that I was very much not sitting in properly. “Oh?” Farkas gives me a slightly concerned look, which is fair, not all of the times I’ve said that have turned out well. “What’s the idea?” I grin devilishly “If you want to find out you’ll have to catch me.” I say after having already run off toward the second floor and part way up the stairs. Farkas follows, as he always does, but doesn’t hurry to catch up as it’s not an incredibly large house to traverse, he knows where I’ll end up. However I do manage to surprise him as he walks into the bedroom by popping out from behind a corner and giving him a hug, closing the doors with my foot as I do so. Upon releasing him I’m given a look that only conveys the expression of “Really? This was your plan?” and as a matter of fact it was exactly my plan and I will not take criticism on the matter. “Given that you don’t like paperwork and I don’t like being bored and cold I thought it was high time both of us did something we liked.” I explain “And that thing is…?” Oh please it’s really rather obvious, bah, Nords and their unfortunate lack of brain cells when sleep deprived for Hircine knows how long. “You, me, bed, ace shit, take a nap- sound good?” I explain gesturing toward the bed and get another hum of agreement. “That’s what I was expecting but I wasn’t sure if you just wanted to take a nap.” That is valid I must admit, naps on their own are nice, but naps after your bullshit hormonal system gets a hard reboot is infinitely better. Now is the part that’s always a little awkward when there hasn’t been a whole lot of build up, who makes the first move? In the end, it’s Farkas who does upon noticing I’ve begun to shiver slightly from the draft, picks me up and very gently places me down on the bed before sitting down next to me. I go to make a smart comment but as sound is just beginning to leave my mouth I’m pushed down against the blanket “Nevermind then” I laugh slightly, there was no malice in the push anyways, only perhaps the slightest bit of annoyance that ended up being able to lend itself to moving things along. After all, step one is being on the bed, laying down is a whole other step, if that is what one is after, that is. From there the only delay is Farkas stopping briefly to remove his shirt, why a choice like that would be made in this weather I’ll never understand, but I also have magic resistance and not cold resistance. Regardless, I won’t complain, I may not be sexually attracted to anybody but skin to skin sure is nice when you’re bad at thermoregulation. Though in reality there’s not much contact aside from the outer layer of clothing I had on that was removed there is still a somewhat thin undershirt worn really only for modesty and warmth retaining reasons, and aside from that both parties are fully clothed, which is preferred- some things you just don’t want to see, especially if you’re sex repulsed. A lazy cold day like this is perhaps the perfect day to stay in bed with kisses and cuddles and sarcastic banter I think, looking out the window though I’m brought out of my thoughts as a kiss against my neck accidentally turns to a bite. “What was that for?” I ask “I didn’t do it on purpose…” Farkas replies sheepishly, having pulled away and sat up. It’s a funny thing, you’d think a Nord warrior who’s a part of an elite group of other warriors and is also you know…a werewolf, would be more, how to put this? …Scary? Rough? Insert synonym here? But no, Farkas is the kind of werewolf who will apologize for potentially scarring you and killing fifteen people in under three minutes and blush like an idiot if you tell him that his eyes are pretty, and I love that he’s like that. The not very big, not very scary, werewolf. In the end, after switching our places and having a bit more of a nice time with nothing better to do I end up comfortably falling asleep in his lap as he decides to read a few pages of the book on the side table before abandoning it and laying down with me against him breathing calmly and half asleep. “I love you.” I mumble in my half asleep daze and in return get a hand gently running through my hair, a silent way of saying “I love you too” and that makes me smile. Perhaps my least favorite kind of weather will no longer be my least favorite now that I’ve figured out a way to spend a few hours…but I still hate cauliflower.