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Call of the Blood 14.2/?

[(Anonymous)]

Turns out my morning could get much worse. By a lot. As I headed up the stairs to Jorrvaskr, the wooden doors opened and Ria stepped through, laden with packs and weapons. I glanced around for somewhere to hide but no luck. She had already spotted me and was bounding over to me. And the only cover nearby was Heimskr's tent.

And no power on Tamriel would compel me to set foot in there.

"Hey, Igne. How's the hangover?" Ria was almost annoyingly happy for so early in the morning.
"Oh. Uh, it's fine."
I plastered a weak smile on my face which trailed off as I caught sight of Vilkas heading through the door behind her, great sword on his back. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at me.
"Did you at least have fun with that cute guy?"
She laughed and winked as I winced, my cheeks flushing, utterly silent. Ria's gaze flickered awkwardly between me and Vilkas, but she carried on talking, her voice sounding slightly strained, "Vilkas and I are just off to Morvarth to kill some vampires."
I didn't reply. Vilkas was staring at me with the oddest expression on his face, as though I was a total stranger to him. Then finally he spoke, "Go wait at the gate, Ria. Igne and I need to talk."
She shot him a wounded glance but did as he said, muttering a quiet goodbye to me.

He was angry. By now I knew the signs like the back of my own hand. His face was tight. Jaw clenched, hands curled into fists, but body still, watchful and wary as a wolf the second before it attacks. Part of me quailed before his gaze and part of me was growling, urging me to fight. I suppressed both urges, keeping my face impassive and my gaze locked on him, waiting for him to speak first.

"How was the wedding?"
Said with ice-cold politeness.
"What? Oh, you mean...I'm not married. Or engaged." I blurted out, "I mean, I was drunk and my... friend thought it would be hilarious to screw my life up."
"Is that a euphemism?" He replied, still frosty, though his eyes had softened a tiny bit.

Maybe. Or more likely it's my wishful thinking.

"No!" I cleared my throat, "Look, you wouldn't believe me if I told you everything that happened last night."
"Try me."
He was deadly serious.
"So if I said the guy I was with was the daedric prince of debauchery who had gotten bored and decided the funniest thing in the universe would be to mess up my personal life in every way, shape and form then you'd believe me?"
He let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine. Don't tell me." Then in a murmur so quiet I had to strain to hear it, "I don't know why I bother."
"It's the truth, Vilkas." I cleared my throat, and decided to try to lighten the mood, "If it helps, I think my supposed fiancé was a Hagraven."
His gaze finally met mine and I thought I caught a twitch of his lips.
"Truly?"
"Truly." I smiled weakly at him, "You know what my luck's like."
He nodded, slowly.
"I-look, whatever I did last night, whatever I said to you- I can't even remember it and I didn't mean it. And I'm sorry."
His eyes searched my face for what felt like eternity. All I could do was stand there, frozen in the light of the rising sun, silently asking him to forgive me.

Finally he nodded and I all but sighed with relief. Not sure of what to say next, I glanced away, wiping my hands on my stained leather breeches. I looked back as Vilkas moved into my space, strangely silent for a man clad such in heavy armour.

"I really am sorry."
"I know. I am as well."
I frowned slightly, "Why are you sorry?"
He gave a soft laugh but didn't reply, instead reaching for my chin to tilt my head gently up. A strange spell had come over us. The air between us felt tense, electric, like the build-up to a storm. My eyes met his and my hand drifted up to slowly pull his head down towards mine.

Damn my duty. I want this. Now.

Re: Call of the Blood 14.2/?

[(Anonymous)]

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