“One at a time – wait a moment.” He saw the smoke rising off Vilkas's armour and his eyes widened as he turned back to Shevawna.
“Did you use Destruction magic on him??”
“He started it,” Shevawna said defensively. A defence that had never really gone down well with authority figures in the past and probably wasn't going to work now. Kodlak was shaking his head as he approached, then he stopped, nose wrinkling and then he was sniffing the air near her too.
“All right, that's it, you people have got to stop doing that or...!” Shevawna protested.
“I apologise,” Kodlak said quietly, taking a step back and turning to Aela. “Aela, what happened? Shevawna's been back five minutes and Vilkas picks a fight with her, why? Were there words exchanged?”
“No, Harbinger,” Aela sighed. “He took one look at her and started ranting about her dishonouring Jorrvaskr by whoring around. Then he grabbed her armour and I imagine that was when Shevawna panicked and cast magic on him to get him away from her.”
Kodlak nodded and to Shevawna's utter surprise, he actually looked sympathetic.
“Aye, I imagine she did,” he said quietly, then he turned to Vilkas, who at least had the decency to look ashamed of himself.
“Harbinger, I'm sorry,” Vilkas began. “I lost control, I know it was wrong, I just-”
“Not me you should be apologising to, is it?” Kodlak snapped, arms folded as he radiated disapproval. “Is she your lover – no, actually, I'm not sure that matters. For the love of Talos, man, we do not treat even our foes like that. Family and honour, Vilkas, that's how you were raised. Or at least I thought that's how we raised you. Maybe I was wrong.”
“I'm sorry,” Vilkas whispered, utterly cowed, and Shevawna felt the relief prickling down her spine as she realised it just might be all right after all – in fact she could get very used to seeing Vilkas cowed and humiliated and begging for mercy and... By Sithis, she really needed to get a grip.
“I'm relieved to hear it,” Kodlak growled. “Now apologise to Shevawna.”
“I – what?” Vilkas said nervously and Kodlak narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer.
“Apologise. To. Shevawna.”
Vilkas swallowed and turned to her, eyes staring at the floor.
“I'm sorry,” he said quietly. “I was out of order. It won't happen again.”
“It better not,” Shevawna growled and truth be told, she wasn't as calm as she felt – but at least it seemed everyone was taking it seriously, which was the opposite of what she'd heard about Nords. Maybe it was just Markarth's Nords who treated Reachwomen like chattel. “All right. I won't kill you... not this time.”
Vilkas nodded and turned back to Kodlak.
“Will that be all, Harbinger?”
“Not quite,” Kodlak said sombrely. “Go back to your room and pack your things. All of them.”
Audible gasps round the entire mead hall, and Farkas had actually cried out in terror.
“Kodlak, no!” Farkas gasped, reaching for his brother. “Please...”
Vilkas closed his eyes, head in his hands, but he gave in.
“If you think it's for the best, I'll leave,” he said quietly. “Just please, take care of my brother.”
“Fuck that, I'm coming with you,” Farkas said fiercely. “You're not leaving me.” Vilkas did smile at that, patting Farkas's hand as he squeezed his shoulder.
“Farkas, no reason you should lose your home as well,” Vilkas said, until Kodlak coughed, interrupting.
“You're not leaving Jorrvaskr. Not this time,” Kodlak said, faint smile on his face as both twins looked up, relieved.
“I'm... not?” Vilkas said hopefully. Kodlak shook his head.
“No. But you are moving into the living quarters. Vilkas, if you're going to lose control like that, I can't in all honesty have you representing the Companions or serving as an example to the younglings. One who acts as a whelp is going to be treated as one, Vilkas. You're out of the Circle until the rest of us are agreed you've earned your place back.”
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.6
“Did you use Destruction magic on him??”
“He started it,” Shevawna said defensively. A defence that had never really gone down well with authority figures in the past and probably wasn't going to work now. Kodlak was shaking his head as he approached, then he stopped, nose wrinkling and then he was sniffing the air near her too.
“All right, that's it, you people have got to stop doing that or...!” Shevawna protested.
“I apologise,” Kodlak said quietly, taking a step back and turning to Aela. “Aela, what happened? Shevawna's been back five minutes and Vilkas picks a fight with her, why? Were there words exchanged?”
“No, Harbinger,” Aela sighed. “He took one look at her and started ranting about her dishonouring Jorrvaskr by whoring around. Then he grabbed her armour and I imagine that was when Shevawna panicked and cast magic on him to get him away from her.”
Kodlak nodded and to Shevawna's utter surprise, he actually looked sympathetic.
“Aye, I imagine she did,” he said quietly, then he turned to Vilkas, who at least had the decency to look ashamed of himself.
“Harbinger, I'm sorry,” Vilkas began. “I lost control, I know it was wrong, I just-”
“Not me you should be apologising to, is it?” Kodlak snapped, arms folded as he radiated disapproval. “Is she your lover – no, actually, I'm not sure that matters. For the love of Talos, man, we do not treat even our foes like that. Family and honour, Vilkas, that's how you were raised. Or at least I thought that's how we raised you. Maybe I was wrong.”
“I'm sorry,” Vilkas whispered, utterly cowed, and Shevawna felt the relief prickling down her spine as she realised it just might be all right after all – in fact she could get very used to seeing Vilkas cowed and humiliated and begging for mercy and... By Sithis, she really needed to get a grip.
“I'm relieved to hear it,” Kodlak growled. “Now apologise to Shevawna.”
“I – what?” Vilkas said nervously and Kodlak narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer.
“Apologise. To. Shevawna.”
Vilkas swallowed and turned to her, eyes staring at the floor.
“I'm sorry,” he said quietly. “I was out of order. It won't happen again.”
“It better not,” Shevawna growled and truth be told, she wasn't as calm as she felt – but at least it seemed everyone was taking it seriously, which was the opposite of what she'd heard about Nords. Maybe it was just Markarth's Nords who treated Reachwomen like chattel. “All right. I won't kill you... not this time.”
Vilkas nodded and turned back to Kodlak.
“Will that be all, Harbinger?”
“Not quite,” Kodlak said sombrely. “Go back to your room and pack your things. All of them.”
Audible gasps round the entire mead hall, and Farkas had actually cried out in terror.
“Kodlak, no!” Farkas gasped, reaching for his brother. “Please...”
Vilkas closed his eyes, head in his hands, but he gave in.
“If you think it's for the best, I'll leave,” he said quietly. “Just please, take care of my brother.”
“Fuck that, I'm coming with you,” Farkas said fiercely. “You're not leaving me.” Vilkas did smile at that, patting Farkas's hand as he squeezed his shoulder.
“Farkas, no reason you should lose your home as well,” Vilkas said, until Kodlak coughed, interrupting.
“You're not leaving Jorrvaskr. Not this time,” Kodlak said, faint smile on his face as both twins looked up, relieved.
“I'm... not?” Vilkas said hopefully. Kodlak shook his head.
“No. But you are moving into the living quarters. Vilkas, if you're going to lose control like that, I can't in all honesty have you representing the Companions or serving as an example to the younglings. One who acts as a whelp is going to be treated as one, Vilkas. You're out of the Circle until the rest of us are agreed you've earned your place back.”