Eyes of his warrior family met his as he reentered their hall, their Harbinger was dressed comfortably in the evening chill. He didn't want to prolong this any more, before he'd risk waking Vilkas from his most desired sleep. Underneath Jorrvaskr the halls where warmly lit, soft noises coming from just down the way. He could hear Farkas' gravelly laughter- good, that means Vilkas wasn't asleep yet. His heart was already pounding when he turned the corner and he saw that the door to his muses' room was wide open.
Farkas was the first to notice him, hearing a faint gasp in the middle of Vilkas' chat, their conversation coming to a grinding halt.
It was the first time the Artist has ever seen Vilkas without that provocative black paint around his eyes, his hair wet and combed back. He felt a quick pain in his heart seeing the naked skin of his face, the paint had always hid those dark bags under his eyes from years without peaceful sleep. But Vilkas was looking back at him, he was smiling, and those tired eyes where rimmed with the darkest and thickest lashes he'd ever seen. And how white they remained was nothing short of divine.
“Harbinger..” Vilkas spoke up, looking at his twin and then back at the mer who changed his life. He wasn't prepared for this but oh did he yearn to see him once again.
“Farkas, could you excuse us? I wish to express my gratitude.” And like that Farkas stumbled his way out of the bed, smiling broadly at the two before closing the door behind them, the Mer watching him leave. Farkas knew what was going on, that was obvious now. He never saw Vilkas smile that way for anyone else.
The Bosmer's dreads hung freely over his shoulders, his posture warm and inviting. Vilkas' uninhibited mind still had just enough steam to find and cling to that bashful feeling that fluttered around in his chest when he thought of the mer as his savior. He must have been staring, for his Harbinger cleared his throat and allowed himself a seat next to the man on the bed. He spoke up, his voice peaceful “You don't have to thank me, Vilkas. Helping you and your brother meant quite a lot to me.” He saw that pair of unpainted eyes look down and away, as if scrambling for words in such a tired state. It made him smile as to what he could be thinking “How are you feeling?”
((I don't think there'll be porn in this story. PLZ don't leave.))
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Date: 2013-03-10 04:40 am (UTC)Farkas was the first to notice him, hearing a faint gasp in the middle of Vilkas' chat, their conversation coming to a grinding halt.
It was the first time the Artist has ever seen Vilkas without that provocative black paint around his eyes, his hair wet and combed back. He felt a quick pain in his heart seeing the naked skin of his face, the paint had always hid those dark bags under his eyes from years without peaceful sleep. But Vilkas was looking back at him, he was smiling, and those tired eyes where rimmed with the darkest and thickest lashes he'd ever seen. And how white they remained was nothing short of divine.
“Harbinger..” Vilkas spoke up, looking at his twin and then back at the mer who changed his life. He wasn't prepared for this but oh did he yearn to see him once again.
“Farkas, could you excuse us? I wish to express my gratitude.” And like that Farkas stumbled his way out of the bed, smiling broadly at the two before closing the door behind them, the Mer watching him leave. Farkas knew what was going on, that was obvious now. He never saw Vilkas smile that way for anyone else.
The Bosmer's dreads hung freely over his shoulders, his posture warm and inviting. Vilkas' uninhibited mind still had just enough steam to find and cling to that bashful feeling that fluttered around in his chest when he thought of the mer as his savior. He must have been staring, for his Harbinger cleared his throat and allowed himself a seat next to the man on the bed. He spoke up, his voice peaceful “You don't have to thank me, Vilkas. Helping you and your brother meant quite a lot to me.” He saw that pair of unpainted eyes look down and away, as if scrambling for words in such a tired state. It made him smile as to what he could be thinking “How are you feeling?”
((I don't think there'll be porn in this story. PLZ don't leave.))