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Purity 8
Date: 2013-03-09 10:55 pm (UTC)But his heart was still pining. Maybe a purified soul and a short rest was what finally jogged the thought into his mind. It was so hard to deny it now, he was clear to think. He honestly loved the Bosmer, adored him even. He'd taken into account every little thing the Bosmer could have honestly did to attract him and did so with flying colors. He was kind, his heart was filled with good intentions. He courted the fiery man with love songs, written him poetry, saved his life and left him breathless more times than he can count.
He hardly concentrated on Farkas' blathering, His brother seated in the bathing chamber across from him, ready to attend his cured brother- or maybe just to see if this really did happen. He noticed the tiny smile on Vilkas' otherwise always sneering face, his eyes cast down into the soaped water.
“Hey are you listening to me?”
“I asked if you where going to sit in there until the water goes cold!” Vilkas was stumbling out of the lukewarm water, wrapped up in fresh linen clothing. He could actually feel the coolness of the stone on his bare feet, the callouses on his brother's hands while he pushed him out of the chamber and towards his room. It looked as if everything was already prepared for him, his bed laid out with freshly cleaned furs and it just looked so damned inviting where otherwise he spent the past years of his life hating it.
His knees hit the bed and then hands, rolling himself unceremoniously onto his back before seeing his colossal brother follow suit, the wood creaking under their weights. He was happy to see he'd have company, quite suddenly not yearning to be alone like he had for pretty much his entire life. But he wanted the Harbinger, too. He wanted to hold him, let him know somehow just what his actions had done for Vilkas' troubled heart.
A crushing hug came, but only from his brother. “Hnngh!” He cried out, the twins collapsing on their sides and Farkas let out a grumble of a laugh. Farkas had been dying for this day, his own eyes open to anticipate all the good changes he's going to see for his 'little' brother. It was so painful not to be able to connect with the only family he has left because of their curse.
“Alright, alright,” Vilkas winced, patting his back and sputtering for air “I'm glad to see you're well, too.”
They sat, and reconnected for the first time in gods know how long.
All the while, The artist had seemingly vanished. Perhaps he needed to collect his thoughts after he went his separate way, but he didn't want to encroach on Farkas' time. He truly knows the importance of family over friendship, he'd been there before. It was well over 100 years ago, but he knew. But his mind couldn't tear away from Vilkas. he was the Dragonborn and there was seemingly endless tasks for him to take care of, but his muse remained strong in his thoughts seemingly all the time. Poets' hearts where not cut out for this constant stress, not when the mer's entire life was spent wandering without purpose, finding it in drugs, music, wine and language.
Could he possibly have enough room in his life for falling in love? Romances in the past always fell short, the emptiness never quite filled. The dreaded Bosmer always found himself a runaway lover- chasing a new muse when the last fell apart.
But he needed to change. The gods have finally chose to guide him to his destiny, and he couldn't possibly go it alone- he's made friends in every city, but Vilkas remained special to him. He wanted to make sure that never changes, and he'd fight through oblivion if it meant he could keep the Nord. As a friend, a lover, anything.
He needed to go back and see him.
Purity 9a
Date: 2013-03-10 04:40 am (UTC)Farkas was the first to notice him, hearing a faint gasp in the middle of Vilkas' chat, their conversation coming to a grinding halt.
It was the first time the Artist has ever seen Vilkas without that provocative black paint around his eyes, his hair wet and combed back. He felt a quick pain in his heart seeing the naked skin of his face, the paint had always hid those dark bags under his eyes from years without peaceful sleep. But Vilkas was looking back at him, he was smiling, and those tired eyes where rimmed with the darkest and thickest lashes he'd ever seen. And how white they remained was nothing short of divine.
“Harbinger..” Vilkas spoke up, looking at his twin and then back at the mer who changed his life. He wasn't prepared for this but oh did he yearn to see him once again.
“Farkas, could you excuse us? I wish to express my gratitude.” And like that Farkas stumbled his way out of the bed, smiling broadly at the two before closing the door behind them, the Mer watching him leave. Farkas knew what was going on, that was obvious now. He never saw Vilkas smile that way for anyone else.
The Bosmer's dreads hung freely over his shoulders, his posture warm and inviting. Vilkas' uninhibited mind still had just enough steam to find and cling to that bashful feeling that fluttered around in his chest when he thought of the mer as his savior. He must have been staring, for his Harbinger cleared his throat and allowed himself a seat next to the man on the bed. He spoke up, his voice peaceful “You don't have to thank me, Vilkas. Helping you and your brother meant quite a lot to me.” He saw that pair of unpainted eyes look down and away, as if scrambling for words in such a tired state. It made him smile as to what he could be thinking “How are you feeling?”
((I don't think there'll be porn in this story. PLZ don't leave.))
Purity 9b
Date: 2013-03-10 04:51 am (UTC)“Mmm. Very well, you're welcome.” Vilkas watched his tan hand extend that small space between them, fingertips gliding over his own pale skin until it rested atop his hand, a doting smile on his face. The Nord felt shivers in his spine. “The only thing left for you to do is to rest. You've got a new life to look forward to once you've gotten some sleep.”
They said nothing for a painful moment, Vilkas unable to take the warm black eyes on his flushed face. His brow furrowed and he knew the bosmer was going to leave him, he didn't want that. The young nord gulped, taking the mer's wrist into his hand and tugging him just that alluding little bit.. Don't leave yet. He doesn't know what he wants, but the Bosmer had it.
“...” Their eyes met, and the artist knew what to do.. The second he saw the man he knew it would come to this. He eased into the Nord's space and crushed his lips into Vilkas', the young man's breath fluttering along with his eyes. To feel this way, unhindered by an angry wolf spirit, skin against his own, was just utter satisfaction. When the Bosmer pulled away, Vilkas made chase to his kiss. This is exactly what he needed, something real and comforting to let the other know just what this friendship really was. Vilkas blindly reached out, touching and holding the elf's warm hands in his own, palms running up to feel his solid arms, the brush of dark hair. The faintest touch of a wet tongue to his lips and the Nord shivered out a moan, sighing when it was gone. And just as quickly as it started it ended, the Bosmer taking his warmth away and separating them both.
His harbinger had, with one kiss, sealed the fate of Vilkas' heart. The young man was breathless and at a loss for words, seeing the smiling mer stand. He didn't want him to leave, but he could always wait. “Sleep, Vilkas. I'll be here for you when you wake.” the Nord's kiss still clung to his lips as he bid the man goodnight. It was only until he saw the mer's shadow vanish from the hall did he realize he had held his breath.
Vilkas fell back, breathing easy. By the gods, he should be feeling such turmoil..but the wolf is gone. There was so much less of that crippling uncertainty, it was soothingly sweet. His eyes couldn't keep from closing and the smile couldn't be wiped from his face until he was slack, free to rest for the first time in years.
Walking up and out, the musician was in a lovely daze. Beautiful music spun around his head, notes falling into place on paper before he could even reach for a lute or violin to play. The taste of Vilkas on his tongue went down smoother than fine wine, his hands felt like the touch of-
“Hey.” the Bosmer lept a foot in the air at the hulking shadow of Farkas coming at him from the side, his elven eyes wide. “Did I scare you?”
“No, no I've just had other things on my mind.” His heart was still pounding hard.
“I can't thank you enough for what you've done for my brother... You know, you mean a whole lot to him. I can see it in the way he looks at you.”
“Ah, yes..” The artist grinned, looking at the fire ahead “You told me that once, now I believe it.”
“Treat him well, alright? He's been through a lot.”
It was as if Farkas thought they where already dating, it made the mer laugh inside. But he was turned around -firmly but brotherly- by the Nord's massive arm. “You promise? Vilkas is my brother, he's everything to me.”
“I swear it, on my honor as a man and as your Harbinger.” The bosmer closed his eyes and held his hand up, a playful gesture but Farkas smiled and knew it to be sincere. He trusted the elf.
Re: Purity 9b
Date: 2013-03-17 04:50 pm (UTC)Captcha, wth? : Far honedfic -seems appropriate?
Purity 10
Date: 2013-03-18 03:02 am (UTC)It felt like he was awake moments before his eyes could catch up with him. A pale Nord body is splayed lazily across his bed, Furs of brown and white curled around his covered limbs. He yawns, as expected, Vilkas now feeling his lungs reach their filling point while his arms stretch and relax. His ceiling looked the same... it was dark in here, Vilkas thinks, yet it feels so warm and light. Cozy, even. White eyes scanned the far wall, craning his ache-less neck. There was a scattering of potion bottles and scrolls of paper at his bedside, on a cluttered nightstand and dim candle.
This was something he hasn't felt in a long time. Unawareness, a glimpse of tranquility. Being half awake by peaceful sleep, and not by some wicked curse.
Someone had been here, he thinks. And just like that his rested mind kicked back into gear, memories flooding back to him of caves and deathly halls, brotherly hugs and discovered love. He surprised himself, Vilkas smiling and closing his eyes again, remembering his purity. No more jerking awake and lunging for prey, no more unblinking nights until the sun returned. No more waking with a fierce need to mate only to rub himself raw just to fit into his armor.
But then he remembered the mer that had promised to be there when he woke. Vilkas couldn't stop himself from grinning, wondering if he'd have the nerve to tease him about betrayal-that being said if he could say anything it all. He remembered the nightstand beside him, a faint gust flickering the candle back to life and casting a warm glow on the rolled up papers at his side. Vilkas' knuckles dragged across the wood, he grabbed a scroll and thumbed it open, rolling on his elbow to have a look.
His smile faded with surprise, seeing artfully sketched hands and bodies in charcoal, both rough and delicate. The body was thin, male, and in relaxed poses. Vilkas' heart thumped loudly against his chest when he opened the next scroll, biting his lip to either smile or gasp-or anything. It was a sketch of Vilkas' sleeping face, His hair sprawled messily behind him, his lips parted and his nose turned towards the pillow. So his Harbinger had definitely been here..for a while.
Gods, whether or not he should have felt embarrassed to have been drawn in his sleep like some kind of beautiful woman, It roused the poet within Vilkas. How he wished he could do something like that, express himself to the Harbinger- or in any way impress him. Vilkas lay reclined on his elbows in thought, staring yet his mind thinking of when he touched those warm hands, how even now he lay charmed by the ghost of him that lingered wherever he went.
And so humanly unaware of the approaching footsteps from down the hall. When their eyes suddenly met it feels like no time at all had passed for Vilkas because he couldn't find any to think up something to say. But the Artist was happy to see him roused, and it showed.
“Ah, He's awake... Hello there, sleepy one.” His voice sounded so soothing, playful even. As he watched Vilkas raise his tired head. He looked beautifully at peace, his soft black hair disheveled and shirt buttons undone. Inviting himself in, he sees Vilkas smile for him and it's all the reassurance he needed to know that his Nordic companion is feeling well.
“Nnngh...what time is it?” Vilkas sighs as he stretches, feeling open as the Bosmer knelt at his bedside.
“Don't you mean 'what day is it?'”
Vilkas' eyes widened in alarm, suddenly looking at the other man's features. Different clothes, his hair pulled up- he looked very different than he last remembered. His thoughts where cut short to the sight of the mer extending his hand, the artist's fingers running across his jawline.
“You've been asleep for a solid two days.” He whispered, as if it was nothing.
“Two days?!” Vilkas reached up and rested his longer hand over the mer's, feeling his own stubble had grown out and rough.
Purity 11 FINISHED
Date: 2013-03-18 03:54 am (UTC)“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
Date: 2013-03-22 05:02 am (UTC)