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Purity 11 FINISHED
(Anonymous) 2013-03-18 03:54 am (UTC)(link)“I watched over you, just to make sure you'd wake. Your brother worried, but I knew you'd be fine.” He traced his palm up across his scalp, Vilkas' fingers wrapping around his wrist once more.
“I would have expected no less from you, Harbinger. I see you've kept yourself busy on such a boring duty.” His eyes indicated the piles of books and the collection of sketches at his seat. The Bosmer's cheeky smile was heart melting to him, Vilkas turning the elf's hand in his grip to look at his palm, thick and rugged from work. It was the elf's turn to bite back a grin, seeing the Nord trace his palm with his handsomely long fingers.
“There is no price too great that I would spend to be able to express myself the way you do.”
It made the bosmer glad to hear that, knowing that Vilkas yearns for the artistic indulgence. He could imagine him a poet- a finish to an otherwise perfectly imperfect man.
“I think you could, given your muse tempts your mind enough.” His oval eyes where playful, and Vilkas knew a flirt when he heard one, suddenly finding the courage to grin back at his superior.
“If you only knew what my muse does to me.” Gods, Vilkas felt like a fool but he's read enough of romance in glory to know what infatuation can do to a man's soul. If it meant constantly in trembling uncertainty before the elf's very eyes, groping for a next word and evading another gaze, he'd accept that he was in love. It was a sharp pain.
But how could he not be?
They would have loved to kiss again, but the stomping of boots and creaking of door hinges split the two apart once more, Farkas inviting himself into Vilkas' space while the Bosmer simply smiled and vanished from his sight. He made his way upstairs and secretly pined for that moment that the Nord chooses to 'express himself' the way he so wished he could.
Yet something inside him worried. Was he sending this lovestruck Nord down an entirely new, dark path? The Bosmer's wide, vacant smile began to fade the more he started to realize that Vilkas' heart may not be safe in the Dragonborn's hands. Love for the Bosmer came and went like the tides through the mangroves, but when he remembers the taste of his tear-stained cheeks while he kissed Vilkas, he knew there was something entirely new in store for him.
All he could do is let their fates play out, and see if Mara would have them together one day.
((This may seem like the end but I'll make an epilogue where they GET IT ON! because I know what this terribly lacked was porn. And don't worry, it's coming. Hope you liked this. I had trouble near the end))
Re: Purity art fill
(Anonymous) 2013-03-22 05:02 am (UTC)(link)