“Of course I will help you cure yourself.” The Bosmer whispered, leaning forward. “How could I resist a man in need?”
Vilkas flushed under the tree's shade, it brought the elf back to his far younger days and he couldn't help but laugh... Wooing shy, curious elves to the shade of the Valenwood canopy.
"then we leave tomorrow, as soon as the sun rises" Vilkas did a doubletake, his mind racing with the realization that this was really happening-and so soon! He could feel a pressure building up immediately behind his eyes, seeing the Bosmer take out his quill and jot something into a ragged book from his pouch.
"T-tomorrow? Very well, I'll see to it that the rest of the Companions will know of our excursion." He got a faint nod from the mer, Vilkas pushing himself to stand and seeing the artist smiling up to him with a tilted head. He was quite happy to realize that he'd be able to close another dark chapter in the knight's life.
But as they slept in their separate quarters that night, prepared for the morn, each had their nagging doubts. What if the beastblood was what drew the Mer so much to Vilkas? what if his fire extinguished in his soul and that exotic darkness inside him is gone? He wouldn't let those doubts get in the way of saving the poor man's life, but it would be a terrible shame..
And Vilkas fretted over his safety tomorrow, what if something went wrong? What if Ysgramor won't see him worthy? Vilkas didn't sleep a wink that night, eyes open and staring blankly as his thoughts drifted to the mer. Gods, he was a wreck right now. He could only hope tomorrow will leave them safe and for the better.
dawn broke. Paint was fresh on Vilkas' face and plumes of vapor puffed from each breath as the two climbed onto the saddles and rode north. Past sparse fields, past empty tundra dotted with nothing more than starving wolves and bandits alike.
Ysgramor's tomb was no short ride, but the day was young and there where no steeds swifter than the Companion's. Vilkas and his harbinger rode side by side, in uncomfortable silence with Vilkas' nervous mind refusing to calm. Hours went by with no more words than a few idle remarks, the Bosmer's sporadic jokes, an occasional response from the Nord. The stress was clear on his face and it only seemed to deepen the later it got. They rode past Dawnstar until with a curse the Bosmer looked up, scrunching his nose "Shit, looks like a snowstorm. We can't go very far in this, Vilkas. We're going to need to stop for the night in Winterhold."
Thank the gods, Vilkas thought. He spent the entire ride steeling himself for now, he didn't think he would have been ready given the time. When they rode in to Winterhold, the snow whited out all but the southern walls of the wasting city. Snow froze solid to the tips of the bosmer's dreads, dripping immediately as they stabled the horses and kicked their boots against the doorframe of The Frozen Hearth. Vilkas' nose crinkled when an odd stench passed his nostrils, making his head throb in discomfort.
“We'll stay here for the night, so why don't you make yourself comfortable?” It's been a while since he stayed at an inn, and even longer since he'd been treated to dinner. The elf bought him a stiff drink and the most expensive food- he almost felt too overwhelmed to even eat. “You really do not have to go through all this trouble, Harbinger. I'm happy enough for you just accompanying me.”
“Nonsense, Vilkas. The Bosmer's genuine smile made the worried Nord lean back in his chair, relaxing his back. “I would go far beyond just dinner and drinks to ease your mind. Perhaps I can write you a sonnet? A massage?” He heard Vilkas scoff and roll his eyes, bringing the ale to his lips. He really was sexy without even trying, and the gentle teasing seemed to make the young man unwind.
“I mean it! Let's take off those boots, I'll rub your feet for you.” He lent forward, hands reaching out to the Nord's sexy legs, only to see him tuck them under his own chair and something of a chuckle passed his lips. “Oh, come off it!” Vilkas laughed, pushing the mer's arms away “
“I do” He chirped, enjoying the red at Vilkas' ears as firelight lit up his impressive jawline. “But I also want another drink..”
Purity 2
Vilkas flushed under the tree's shade, it brought the elf back to his far younger days and he couldn't help but laugh... Wooing shy, curious elves to the shade of the Valenwood canopy.
"then we leave tomorrow, as soon as the sun rises" Vilkas did a doubletake, his mind racing with the realization that this was really happening-and so soon! He could feel a pressure building up immediately behind his eyes, seeing the Bosmer take out his quill and jot something into a ragged book from his pouch.
"T-tomorrow? Very well, I'll see to it that the rest of the Companions will know of our excursion." He got a faint nod from the mer, Vilkas pushing himself to stand and seeing the artist smiling up to him with a tilted head. He was quite happy to realize that he'd be able to close another dark chapter in the knight's life.
But as they slept in their separate quarters that night, prepared for the morn, each had their nagging doubts. What if the beastblood was what drew the Mer so much to Vilkas? what if his fire extinguished in his soul and that exotic darkness inside him is gone? He wouldn't let those doubts get in the way of saving the poor man's life, but it would be a terrible shame..
And Vilkas fretted over his safety tomorrow, what if something went wrong? What if Ysgramor won't see him worthy? Vilkas didn't sleep a wink that night, eyes open and staring blankly as his thoughts drifted to the mer. Gods, he was a wreck right now. He could only hope tomorrow will leave them safe and for the better.
dawn broke. Paint was fresh on Vilkas' face and plumes of vapor puffed from each breath as the two climbed onto the saddles and rode north. Past sparse fields, past empty tundra dotted with nothing more than starving wolves and bandits alike.
Ysgramor's tomb was no short ride, but the day was young and there where no steeds swifter than the Companion's. Vilkas and his harbinger rode side by side, in uncomfortable silence with Vilkas' nervous mind refusing to calm. Hours went by with no more words than a few idle remarks, the Bosmer's sporadic jokes, an occasional response from the Nord. The stress was clear on his face and it only seemed to deepen the later it got. They rode past Dawnstar until with a curse the Bosmer looked up, scrunching his nose "Shit, looks like a snowstorm. We can't go very far in this, Vilkas. We're going to need to stop for the night in Winterhold."
Thank the gods, Vilkas thought. He spent the entire ride steeling himself for now, he didn't think he would have been ready given the time. When they rode in to Winterhold, the snow whited out all but the southern walls of the wasting city. Snow froze solid to the tips of the bosmer's dreads, dripping immediately as they stabled the horses and kicked their boots against the doorframe of The Frozen Hearth. Vilkas' nose crinkled when an odd stench passed his nostrils, making his head throb in discomfort.
“We'll stay here for the night, so why don't you make yourself comfortable?” It's been a while since he stayed at an inn, and even longer since he'd been treated to dinner. The elf bought him a stiff drink and the most expensive food- he almost felt too overwhelmed to even eat. “You really do not have to go through all this trouble, Harbinger. I'm happy enough for you just accompanying me.”
“Nonsense, Vilkas. The Bosmer's genuine smile made the worried Nord lean back in his chair, relaxing his back. “I would go far beyond just dinner and drinks to ease your mind. Perhaps I can write you a sonnet? A massage?” He heard Vilkas scoff and roll his eyes, bringing the ale to his lips. He really was sexy without even trying, and the gentle teasing seemed to make the young man unwind.
“I mean it! Let's take off those boots, I'll rub your feet for you.” He lent forward, hands reaching out to the Nord's sexy legs, only to see him tuck them under his own chair and something of a chuckle passed his lips. “Oh, come off it!” Vilkas laughed, pushing the mer's arms away “
“I do” He chirped, enjoying the red at Vilkas' ears as firelight lit up his impressive jawline. “But I also want another drink..”