Argis smiled as he kissed Nikolai once more. “I’ll meet you there. I should not have left my sword on the ground.
Nikolai flashed a smile, “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Watching Nikolai disappear into his darkened room Argis couldn’t help but let the smile linger. The man had returned safely and, after a tense moment, both were in relatively high spirits. Argis moved slowly through the hall and retrieved his sword, hefting the item absentmindedly as his thoughts wandered. What was going to happen now? They were both happy to see each other, more so than Argis had anticipated.
‘Let’s just say you owe me one.’ Nikolai’s voice echoed in Argis’ mind even after a week of uttering those words. The one eyed warrior wet his lips as he strode back towards the main room. He had no clue what Nikolai had in mind but he found himself willing to do much to appease him. Argis replaced the sword in his hand for the young man’s forgotten lamp as he moved towards the bedroom. For a moment he paused, feeling as if stepping across the threshold cemented everything. Shaking his head he stepped into the room. There was little point in over thinking.
The sound of soft snoring caused Argis laugh softly. He raised the lantern, tossing faint shadows across the walls as he looked at Nikolai. The young man lay across his bed, one boot off, and sound asleep.
“Poor fool,” Argis murmured. He placed the lantern on a bedside table before turning to his sleeping companion. Slowly he moved Nikolai, removing his remaining boot as he repositioned him. Argis ran his hand across the chest of the leather armor and trailed over the tears with light fingers. There was no sign of wounds to Nikolai himself but it must have been close. “What did you go through?” The armor was alien to him, a suit that Argis had never seen the young man wear. Leathers dyed black and red dotted with metal studs, all of it close fitting.
Argis pushed the thoughts from his mind as he brushed his fingers along Nikolai’s jaw. Nothing else mattered. Not what Nikolai did during his absence nor any worries that threatened to creep in his thoughts. He moved to the opposite side of the bed and slid close to Nikolai. Argis was thankful that the man had fallen asleep, saving him from the embarrassment of shaking hands as he pulled Nikolai close and hugged him. He smelt of the wilds and the dying embers of a fire.
“I missed you,” Argis whispered. “Gods know that I missed you every night.”
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Re: My Favorite Drinking Buddy (5c/?)
Date: 2013-07-31 05:49 am (UTC)Nikolai flashed a smile, “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Watching Nikolai disappear into his darkened room Argis couldn’t help but let the smile linger. The man had returned safely and, after a tense moment, both were in relatively high spirits. Argis moved slowly through the hall and retrieved his sword, hefting the item absentmindedly as his thoughts wandered. What was going to happen now? They were both happy to see each other, more so than Argis had anticipated.
‘Let’s just say you owe me one.’ Nikolai’s voice echoed in Argis’ mind even after a week of uttering those words. The one eyed warrior wet his lips as he strode back towards the main room. He had no clue what Nikolai had in mind but he found himself willing to do much to appease him.
Argis replaced the sword in his hand for the young man’s forgotten lamp as he moved towards the bedroom. For a moment he paused, feeling as if stepping across the threshold cemented everything. Shaking his head he stepped into the room. There was little point in over thinking.
The sound of soft snoring caused Argis laugh softly. He raised the lantern, tossing faint shadows across the walls as he looked at Nikolai. The young man lay across his bed, one boot off, and sound asleep.
“Poor fool,” Argis murmured. He placed the lantern on a bedside table before turning to his sleeping companion. Slowly he moved Nikolai, removing his remaining boot as he repositioned him. Argis ran his hand across the chest of the leather armor and trailed over the tears with light fingers. There was no sign of wounds to Nikolai himself but it must have been close. “What did you go through?” The armor was alien to him, a suit that Argis had never seen the young man wear. Leathers dyed black and red dotted with metal studs, all of it close fitting.
Argis pushed the thoughts from his mind as he brushed his fingers along Nikolai’s jaw. Nothing else mattered. Not what Nikolai did during his absence nor any worries that threatened to creep in his thoughts. He moved to the opposite side of the bed and slid close to Nikolai. Argis was thankful that the man had fallen asleep, saving him from the embarrassment of shaking hands as he pulled Nikolai close and hugged him. He smelt of the wilds and the dying embers of a fire.
“I missed you,” Argis whispered. “Gods know that I missed you every night.”