“We fought, I got a few hits on him, he let me in. What more do you want?”
“Details.”
“About?”
“Everything.”
Nibenor shook his head, wiping stew from his mouth. The events were fuzzy in his mind. “I...don’t remember all that much. I was tired and hurt...but you’d like it. Heroes everywhere,” he paused, looking up at his lover’s twin “I met Ysgramor...he doesn’t look much like the statue in his tomb.”
Vilkas laughed at that.
“I always thought that there was some...embellishment when it came to that statue.”
“Just a bit. I wish I could tell you more Vilkas but...it’s all...foggy, like it was just a dream,” he shrugged “Sorry.”
Vilkas sighed.
“I suppose, given the state you were in when you returned, that it’s hardly surprising. The priestess had quite a time healing you. She couldn’t manage it all.”
“That would explain the bruise.”
The Nord nodded.
“Ah well, perhaps in time it will return to you and you can give us all a good tale.”
“I’ll try to remember.”
“Well...we’ll all see it for ourselves someday. Anyway, I suppose you’re wondering where Farkas is?”
“Um...well...yes.”
“He left on some...business two days ago, once he was sure you were stable. He said he wanted to get back before you woke, but he lingered too long for that to happen.”
“Oh?”
“He would’ve stayed until you woke but he was very driven to get to the task he set himself.”
“You’re being very cryptic.”
“Aye. Well, you’ll see in time. At any rate, he should be back any time now.” Nibenor couldn’t think of anything to say to that, so he settled for nodding, looking at the now empty tray in front of him. Vilkas reached over, lifting it from his lap, his expression suddenly embarrassed.
“Is there...anything else you need?”
Nibenor smiled.
“Nothing that requires your assistance.”
He looked relieved at that.
“Ah...then, I’ll leave you to rest. The priestess said she’d come by later to check on your injuries.”
The man turned and left at that, closing the door behind him. True to his word, Danica showed up some time later that day, prodding and poking him until he made it clear that he’d had enough. Farkas’s absence only served to put him in a bad mood and by the time evening fell, he was almost beside himself with boredom. There was only so much a Bosmer could sleep, even as injured as he was.
Relief only came later when Farkas returned, staggering into the room after his trip and despite the obvious weariness he felt, he embraced Nibenor warmly, gathering him into strong arms.
Nibenor sighed at the touch, feeling thick limbs wrapping about him, pulling his small frame against his partner’s broad chest.
“I’ve missed you, little elf.” He murmured, face pressed into Nibenor’s dark hair, the stubble on his jaw scratching as he spoke.
The Dragonborn smiled, pressing himself against his lover.
Re: Misfire: Welcome Returns, sequel to 'All creatures great and small' 4a/?
“...Is that the huge man who guards the bridge?”
“By Shor’s decree, yes.”
“Ah...then yes.”
“...That’s it? Just yes?”
“We fought, I got a few hits on him, he let me in. What more do you want?”
“Details.”
“About?”
“Everything.”
Nibenor shook his head, wiping stew from his mouth. The events were fuzzy in his mind.
“I...don’t remember all that much. I was tired and hurt...but you’d like it. Heroes everywhere,” he paused, looking up at his lover’s twin “I met Ysgramor...he doesn’t look much like the statue in his tomb.”
Vilkas laughed at that.
“I always thought that there was some...embellishment when it came to that statue.”
“Just a bit. I wish I could tell you more Vilkas but...it’s all...foggy, like it was just a dream,” he shrugged “Sorry.”
Vilkas sighed.
“I suppose, given the state you were in when you returned, that it’s hardly surprising. The priestess had quite a time healing you. She couldn’t manage it all.”
“That would explain the bruise.”
The Nord nodded.
“Ah well, perhaps in time it will return to you and you can give us all a good tale.”
“I’ll try to remember.”
“Well...we’ll all see it for ourselves someday. Anyway, I suppose you’re wondering where Farkas is?”
“Um...well...yes.”
“He left on some...business two days ago, once he was sure you were stable. He said he wanted to get back before you woke, but he lingered too long for that to happen.”
“Oh?”
“He would’ve stayed until you woke but he was very driven to get to the task he set himself.”
“You’re being very cryptic.”
“Aye. Well, you’ll see in time. At any rate, he should be back any time now.”
Nibenor couldn’t think of anything to say to that, so he settled for nodding, looking at the now empty tray in front of him. Vilkas reached over, lifting it from his lap, his expression suddenly embarrassed.
“Is there...anything else you need?”
Nibenor smiled.
“Nothing that requires your assistance.”
He looked relieved at that.
“Ah...then, I’ll leave you to rest. The priestess said she’d come by later to check on your injuries.”
The man turned and left at that, closing the door behind him. True to his word, Danica showed up some time later that day, prodding and poking him until he made it clear that he’d had enough. Farkas’s absence only served to put him in a bad mood and by the time evening fell, he was almost beside himself with boredom. There was only so much a Bosmer could sleep, even as injured as he was.
Relief only came later when Farkas returned, staggering into the room after his trip and despite the obvious weariness he felt, he embraced Nibenor warmly, gathering him into strong arms.
Nibenor sighed at the touch, feeling thick limbs wrapping about him, pulling his small frame against his partner’s broad chest.
“I’ve missed you, little elf.” He murmured, face pressed into Nibenor’s dark hair, the stubble on his jaw scratching as he spoke.
The Dragonborn smiled, pressing himself against his lover.
“I’ve missed you too, Farkas.”