Argis turned around and gave Nikolai a hard stare. “Why did you run off? You ended up back here, a damn drunk defacing a temple, only run off again? Why didn’t stay here or leave a note?”
“The priestess found you?” Nikolai asked with a wince.
“I hope Oblivion takes you,” Argis snapped.
“Look, it was that damned Breton, okay? After a couple drinks I blacked out! When I woke up I was on the other side of Skyrim and I had a priestess screaming at me. All I could do was retrace my steps after that, and all I found was problem after problem.”
Argis frowned, “I knew that he looked familiar.”
“The Breton?”
“He was the same damned lunatic that got me drunk years ago.”
The color in Nikolai’s face drained as he stared at Argis. “That was the same man? Are you sure?”
“I said as much that night but he didn’t remember either. Took us both for fools,” Argis replied. “Did you make your back to him?” Nikolai quickly shook his head as he turned his attention back to his pack. Argis gave a heavy sigh and turned once more to his room, “Get some rest. It looks like you need it.”
Nikolai pushed the chair aside and took a frantic few steps as he reach for his companion. “Argis, wait!” He paused as the man turned around and studied him. Nikolai could see both the anger and the worry on Argis’ face, and knew that he was only seeing a portion of what was going on in the man’s mind. He was tired, upset, yet happy that Nikolai had returned. “I’m sorry if I caused you any distress. It was not my intentions, I swear.”
A hint of a tired smile passed over Argis as he slowly approached Nikolai. The young man rarely had a chance to fully take in the man’s appearance and against his better judgment he did at that moment. He was a man built for battle. Tall and broad, muscles trained through hours of practice and sweat. He housed few scars, the most noticeable being the one that took the sight of one eye.
Argis came to rest before Nikolai, clasping a hand behind the man’s neck. He rested his forehead against Nikolai’s with a sigh. “I was angry with you,” he explained. “No idea where you wandered to and why it seemed you left with that Breton. Truth be told I worried for your safety and found myself jealous that you may have found interest in that man.”
“You were jealous,” Nikolai smiled.
“As strange as it is,” Argis chuckled, “yes. I am happy you’ve returned safe.”
“I’m happy to find you here. A part of me was convinced you would have left me altogether.”
“We pledged an oath and I am not one to break such things.”
Argis kissed the young Nord, slipping an arm around his waist to bring his body close. He was surprised when he realized that he missed Nikolai’s touch and this was the culmination of that need. He nipped at the man’s lower lip before pulling away. It was torture doing that. Argis felt like he needed more than just a simple kiss, more than a touch, but it was late and Nikolai had a rough journey.
“I couldn’t help but notice that you were trying to retreat to your old room,” Nikolai said as he met Argis’ gaze. “I do hope you realize that we share the same bed now.”
“Am I to assume you are requesting my presence?”
“It’s more than a request at this point,” Nikolai replied, draping his arms over Argis’ shoulders.
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Re: My Favorite Drinking Buddy (5b/?)
Date: 2013-07-30 05:28 am (UTC)“The priestess found you?” Nikolai asked with a wince.
“I hope Oblivion takes you,” Argis snapped.
“Look, it was that damned Breton, okay? After a couple drinks I blacked out! When I woke up I was on the other side of Skyrim and I had a priestess screaming at me. All I could do was retrace my steps after that, and all I found was problem after problem.”
Argis frowned, “I knew that he looked familiar.”
“The Breton?”
“He was the same damned lunatic that got me drunk years ago.”
The color in Nikolai’s face drained as he stared at Argis. “That was the same man? Are you sure?”
“I said as much that night but he didn’t remember either. Took us both for fools,” Argis replied. “Did you make your back to him?” Nikolai quickly shook his head as he turned his attention back to his pack. Argis gave a heavy sigh and turned once more to his room, “Get some rest. It looks like you need it.”
Nikolai pushed the chair aside and took a frantic few steps as he reach for his companion. “Argis, wait!” He paused as the man turned around and studied him. Nikolai could see both the anger and the worry on Argis’ face, and knew that he was only seeing a portion of what was going on in the man’s mind. He was tired, upset, yet happy that Nikolai had returned. “I’m sorry if I caused you any distress. It was not my intentions, I swear.”
A hint of a tired smile passed over Argis as he slowly approached Nikolai. The young man rarely had a chance to fully take in the man’s appearance and against his better judgment he did at that moment. He was a man built for battle. Tall and broad, muscles trained through hours of practice and sweat. He housed few scars, the most noticeable being the one that took the sight of one eye.
Argis came to rest before Nikolai, clasping a hand behind the man’s neck. He rested his forehead against Nikolai’s with a sigh. “I was angry with you,” he explained. “No idea where you wandered to and why it seemed you left with that Breton. Truth be told I worried for your safety and found myself jealous that you may have found interest in that man.”
“You were jealous,” Nikolai smiled.
“As strange as it is,” Argis chuckled, “yes. I am happy you’ve returned safe.”
“I’m happy to find you here. A part of me was convinced you would have left me altogether.”
“We pledged an oath and I am not one to break such things.”
Argis kissed the young Nord, slipping an arm around his waist to bring his body close. He was surprised when he realized that he missed Nikolai’s touch and this was the culmination of that need. He nipped at the man’s lower lip before pulling away. It was torture doing that. Argis felt like he needed more than just a simple kiss, more than a touch, but it was late and Nikolai had a rough journey.
“I couldn’t help but notice that you were trying to retreat to your old room,” Nikolai said as he met Argis’ gaze. “I do hope you realize that we share the same bed now.”
“Am I to assume you are requesting my presence?”
“It’s more than a request at this point,” Nikolai replied, draping his arms over Argis’ shoulders.