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He had asked @Morrigan to show him around the Hollows when they had first met, but he'd been so distracted between exploring Amaryllis and entertaining @Talisa with the epic tales of his past adventures that he'd not quite followed up on his request. Now, as Tali dragged him to the borders, he figured it was better to fall into the Hollows spontaneously rather than attempt to plan it out between all of their exceedingly busy lives. He came alongside Talisa as they reached the border, having made sure to brought a good-sized chunk of meat from the elephant they'd hunted just days ago, hoping it would appease the other part of their shared relationship and make the news that much easier to swallow. He had, after all, every intention of impressing Morrigan; he liked her well enough, but knew he'd need to spend more time with her to win her favor as well.
Eagerly waiting alongside her new mate and hoping that that was still something that Morrigan was alright with. It would be, right? Morrigan had seemingly been completely alright with it a few weeks ago and Talisa could only make the healthy assumption that nothing had changed for her to think otherwise. So when her beloved beau came strolling towards them and offered her a a gentle kiss and then proceeded to headbutt Farrow, she felt certain that this was going to be good. We wanted to come by and share some good news with you, because Talisa was pretty horrible at sharing secrets. Especially when they had to deal with matters of the heart. So she anxiously looked to Farrow and wondered if he wanted to be the one to spill the beans. If not, then she was going to jump off the deep end and not come up for air.
And there she was, beautiful as ever; Farrow had a special spot in his heart for women of war. Powerful and frightening, too often overlooked. Farrow wanted nothing more than to see just how far @Morrigan could push him; compared to @Talisa, who he wanted to be so gentle with, whose delicate girlishness compelled him into a protective softness. Farrow wanted to go toe-to-toe with Morrigan, wanted to see how she could challenge his every advance, bite back where he could be relentless and unyielding. Both different yet pleasant sides of the same coin; and something Farrow reveled in, not feared.
When Morrigan reached forward to headbutt him, Farrow received it in earnest. A soft purr rumbled from his throat as they connected, and he reached forward as well, extended the length of their touch by following her when she pulled away. It was tiny, perhaps unnoticed, but a purposeful nuance nonetheless that he hoped Morrigan would notice. We wanted to come by and share some good news with you, Talisa said, and when she paused, Farrow figured it was his opportunity to pick up where the Heiress had left off.
“We've made it official,”
he rumbled, but a small smirk curled onto his lips. He wasn't as nervous as Talisa about Morrigan's react, hoping instead to at least be enticing enough to her to not feel threatened. Farrow had never been tied down; the idea of commitment frightened him, where for others the fear may stem more from a whole other lion coming into a pre-established relationship. Regardless, there was a tenseness that lingered about them, and Morrigan's reaction would likely decide how it turned.
Talisa was more than prepared to make any necessary changes or arrangements that came with having a second mate but as Morrigan congratulated them and showered them with affection, she felt certain. Easing her soul knowing that the three of them could live peacefully with one another because Talisa didn't know limitations in love. All she had ever known was what it felt like to give and give and give. She had so much to offer and she was happy to give it to any that earned it, just as Farrow and Morrigan had in their own ways. I'd say I'm a lucky woman but.. I think that we're all very lucky. After all, looking at the three of them there was nothing she saw missing. Each of them were so different than the other but they came together by sharing their heart with another. Puzzle pieces that found each other and fit together in such a pleasing way. By circumstance alone, they loved one another without question and who could ask for more?
He wasn't sure what to expect. The intricacies of domiciliary life had never crossed Farrow's mind, and too long had everything he'd ever known been pure and simple: hunt, kill, and collect the reward. Thus, it was unnerving to hang on the edge of @Morrigan's response and hope desperately that she'd accept him. Although things had run smoothly before, he was still a stranger interloper, and now that he had evened the playing field by also becoming @Talisa's mate, it left in the air what it meant for him and her dark-pelted wife. He wouldn't just assume the intriguing line between them would become a triangle—in fact, he was certain they could live harmoniously doting on Talisa alone. But he could not deny himself the fire Morrigan presented, and desperate was he to prove his worth to Morrigan not only for Talisa's sake, but to impress her as well.
He leaned into her touch, thrilled to see she was neither stunned nor taken aback by the news. A weight lifted off his shoulders, relief where once was tension and uncertainty. Farrow had gone so long entertaining the fancies of lionesses and only just that that he was not used to dealing with love and emotions that stretched far beyond a simple romp in the hay after a hard-fought battle, breathless and bating. I'd say I'm a lucky woman but.. I think that we're all very lucky, Talisa purrs, and Farrow nods in response with a small smirk. He'd never felt luckier in his life. {“Were you still up for showing me around?”} he asked as he turned his gaze toward Morrigan, this time his tone a bit more serious than the first time he'd ask, but the clever and suggestive undertones still existed if she looked at his wiggling brows hard enough. He was certain Talisa would tag along, too, but wasn't sure if she'd already seen the Hollows already and wouldn't need a tour. Vermeda was beautiful in its own right; by contrast, the Hollows seemed far more dark and domineering, and the eagerness in Farrow's expression was almost palpable.
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