The sound of clattering woke Argis from a fitful sleep. For a moment he wondered if it was nothing but his imagination but the sound came again. Slipping out of bed he blindly grabbed his sword and moved silently into the hall’s main room. There was silence now and darkness pervaded everything. He stood at his door unmoving and waiting for his eyes to adjust.
It would be the first time in Argis’ recollection that someone had broke into Vlindrel Hall and it was something that he was going to remedy. Another clatter echoed from the entry, followed by a muttering voice. Argis smiled to himself. ‘This will be too easy.’ Tightening his grip on the hilt he crept towards the sound.
A figure knelt before the hall’s door, their leather armor dirty and torn, intent on rifling through a bag on the ground. Behind them sat a lantern, its flame low and tossing shadows over the figure and across the walls and floor.
“Hands out of the bag and I promise I won’t hurt you,” Argis growled.
The person’s head snapped up, “Argis?” There was no doubt in Argis’ mind on whose voice that was.
Nikolai stood and took an uneasy towards the housecarl. The sword in Argis’ hand clattered to the ground as he suddenly seized the young man. He held him close and whispered his name. Nikolai tensed for only a moment before returning the embrace.
“If I had known this be your reaction I would have disappeared sooner,” Nikolai said with a soft laugh. He quickly regretted speaking his mind as he felt Argis loosen his hold and quickly shove him back. Nikolai slumped against the door and watched the warrior disappear in the darkness of the main room, not bothering to grab his weapon. Mentally kicking himself Nikolai picked up his pack and lantern and followed slowly. The room gained soft light as Argis started a small fire in the hearth before turning to head to his room.
“I’m sorry.”
Argis paused, “What are you apologizing for?”
Nikolai sighed, dropping his bag on an empty chair. “Sorry that I made you worry. I was gone for some time.”
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Re: My Favorite Drinking Buddy (5a/?)
Date: 2013-07-30 05:26 am (UTC)It would be the first time in Argis’ recollection that someone had broke into Vlindrel Hall and it was something that he was going to remedy. Another clatter echoed from the entry, followed by a muttering voice. Argis smiled to himself. ‘This will be too easy.’ Tightening his grip on the hilt he crept towards the sound.
A figure knelt before the hall’s door, their leather armor dirty and torn, intent on rifling through a bag on the ground. Behind them sat a lantern, its flame low and tossing shadows over the figure and across the walls and floor.
“Hands out of the bag and I promise I won’t hurt you,” Argis growled.
The person’s head snapped up, “Argis?” There was no doubt in Argis’ mind on whose voice that was.
Nikolai stood and took an uneasy towards the housecarl. The sword in Argis’ hand clattered to the ground as he suddenly seized the young man. He held him close and whispered his name. Nikolai tensed for only a moment before returning the embrace.
“If I had known this be your reaction I would have disappeared sooner,” Nikolai said with a soft laugh. He quickly regretted speaking his mind as he felt Argis loosen his hold and quickly shove him back. Nikolai slumped against the door and watched the warrior disappear in the darkness of the main room, not bothering to grab his weapon. Mentally kicking himself Nikolai picked up his pack and lantern and followed slowly. The room gained soft light as Argis started a small fire in the hearth before turning to head to his room.
“I’m sorry.”
Argis paused, “What are you apologizing for?”
Nikolai sighed, dropping his bag on an empty chair. “Sorry that I made you worry. I was gone for some time.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”