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Sleepless - Part 67/?
Date: 2013-12-04 12:30 pm (UTC)The brothers had gone upstairs after a while to find some of the other companions seated in silence. Vilkas had sat with them for a while. There was no drinking, laughter, stories or food, which were usually always present when that many Companions were in the same room.
Yet Vilkas had grown restless.
He imagined that if Aela or Ariella were in the hall he would have lost his patience much sooner. Aela was downstairs and he hadn’t seen Ariella since… outside.
He was angry; this could have all been avoided if they had been smarter about the whole thing. Needed to relieve stress he stood at the door leading out to the courtyard.
His hand hesitated over the handle before he pushed it open. His eyes went straight to where Skjor once lay, but he was gone. There wasn’t even blood, instead the courtyard was a bit wet from were someone had washed what blood there was away.
Vilkas was careful to avoid the area where he had last seen Skjor as he cross the courtyard to the rack of practice weapons.
He picked each weapon up, but nothing felt… right. He attempted hacking at the training dummy for a while with a sword but soon dropped it and opted for his fists.
Even when the straw was falling out and the dummy was mostly wood, Vilkas didn’t stop. He blinked back tears that threatened to fall and continued punching. The tears weren’t from his knuckles, which screamed in pain at each hit, it wasn’t physical pain.
He had to train his eyes forward, to focus on the dummy. Yet no matter how hard he tried he would find himself glancing at where Skjor rested; bloody and broken.
He kept punching until his knuckles were bleeding, they would swell when he stopped too. He had only done this to himself once before and he didn’t like to think about that day either. The events were all too similar.
He was beginning to leave blood on the pulverised dummy. The more blood he saw, the more frustrated he got and the harder he punched.
Re: Sleepless - Part 67/?
Date: 2013-12-04 01:48 pm (UTC)Re: Sleepless - Part 67/?
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Date: 2013-12-07 07:33 pm (UTC)Re: Sleepless - Part 67/?
Date: 2013-12-08 02:47 pm (UTC)