(Sorry this took so long to get posted. Work and stuff like that. Still loving these two. ^ 3^ Totally gonna continue if/when I have the time. You folks got me addicted.)
Argis woke to the feeling of Nikolai slipping from his arms. He opened his eyes and watched as the young warrior stood, stretching cautiously. Slowly the leather was pulled away from his skin as Nikolai’s hands worked at the buckles across his chest. Argis watched as the armor slipped to his hips and found himself eying the man’s back. The skin was littered with bruises and scrapes, wounds that hadn’t broke the skin but bore a pain that obviously made every muscle cry in pain.
“You’re injured.”
Nikolai jumped at the sound of Argis’ voice and turned slightly. “I didn’t mean to wake you, Argis. I’m sorry.”
“More than likely it’s time for most decent people to be awake.”
“I’ve never been one for common decency,” Nikolai replied as he continued the slow process of removing his armor. “And don’t you worry about me. I am more than able to bounce back from whatever happened to me.”
Argis propped himself up on his shoulders, “Your armor should be mended. I can take it to the smith.”
Nikolai shook his head and settled onto the bed, “No. I can take care of it myself. Stitching the leather shouldn’t be too hard. Plus I need the right fit.”
“Where did you happen by the armor? I haven’t seen it before.”
“It was given to me by a woman I work for.”
Argis paused and gave Nikolai an uneasy look, “A woman you work for? You’ve never mentioned something like this before.”
“Never you mind,” Nikolai replied, waving his hand. With a slight wince he bent over and slipped his legs from the remainder of the garment. Argis could see the bruises that dotted his legs and it made him frown. “My work with her is few and far between. The armor, though, was a nice treat. Enough protection while I fight and not cumbersome while I move.”
“And you had this particular set with you while we traveled?”
“Yes but enough about my armor,” Nikolai sighed, letting himself fall back and onto Argis’ lap. He looked up at the older man and smiled slightly. "Have you ever thought of leaving Markarth?"
Argis cocked his head to the side as he brushed back Nikolai's hair. "Leave? We leave often enough."
Nikolai smiled at the aged warrior, laughing softly, "No, not on travels. I suppose what I should have said was, what do you think about living elsewhere?"
"Elsewhere?"
"Yes. You seem to have no family here, no ties other than your job and some acquaintances. With me being your employer, and your spouse, moving should hold no worries."
It was true the more Argis let that thought linger. There was nothing binding him to Markarth, not anymore. His parents were long dead and he had no siblings. "I suppose I see no reason not to."
The smile on Nikolai's face widened as he pushed himself up to kiss Argis. "Wonderful. I'll begin the procedures as soon as I am able."
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Re: My Favorite Drinking Buddy (6/6)
Date: 2013-08-02 04:06 pm (UTC)Argis woke to the feeling of Nikolai slipping from his arms. He opened his eyes and watched as the young warrior stood, stretching cautiously. Slowly the leather was pulled away from his skin as Nikolai’s hands worked at the buckles across his chest. Argis watched as the armor slipped to his hips and found himself eying the man’s back. The skin was littered with bruises and scrapes, wounds that hadn’t broke the skin but bore a pain that obviously made every muscle cry in pain.
“You’re injured.”
Nikolai jumped at the sound of Argis’ voice and turned slightly. “I didn’t mean to wake you, Argis. I’m sorry.”
“More than likely it’s time for most decent people to be awake.”
“I’ve never been one for common decency,” Nikolai replied as he continued the slow process of removing his armor. “And don’t you worry about me. I am more than able to bounce back from whatever happened to me.”
Argis propped himself up on his shoulders, “Your armor should be mended. I can take it to the smith.”
Nikolai shook his head and settled onto the bed, “No. I can take care of it myself. Stitching the leather shouldn’t be too hard. Plus I need the right fit.”
“Where did you happen by the armor? I haven’t seen it before.”
“It was given to me by a woman I work for.”
Argis paused and gave Nikolai an uneasy look, “A woman you work for? You’ve never mentioned something like this before.”
“Never you mind,” Nikolai replied, waving his hand. With a slight wince he bent over and slipped his legs from the remainder of the garment. Argis could see the bruises that dotted his legs and it made him frown. “My work with her is few and far between. The armor, though, was a nice treat. Enough protection while I fight and not cumbersome while I move.”
“And you had this particular set with you while we traveled?”
“Yes but enough about my armor,” Nikolai sighed, letting himself fall back and onto Argis’ lap. He looked up at the older man and smiled slightly. "Have you ever thought of leaving Markarth?"
Argis cocked his head to the side as he brushed back Nikolai's hair. "Leave? We leave often enough."
Nikolai smiled at the aged warrior, laughing softly, "No, not on travels. I suppose what I should have said was, what do you think about living elsewhere?"
"Elsewhere?"
"Yes. You seem to have no family here, no ties other than your job and some acquaintances. With me being your employer, and your spouse, moving should hold no worries."
It was true the more Argis let that thought linger. There was nothing binding him to Markarth, not anymore. His parents were long dead and he had no siblings. "I suppose I see no reason not to."
The smile on Nikolai's face widened as he pushed himself up to kiss Argis. "Wonderful. I'll begin the procedures as soon as I am able."