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Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.6
Date: 2014-04-18 12:11 pm (UTC)“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 3.7
Date: 2014-04-18 12:13 pm (UTC)“Guess I'm getting a new trainer then,” Ria said quietly, then she gasped as the implication sank in. “By the Almighty Eight, I'm getting a new trainer! Eeehee! I wonder who it'll be? I was hoping for Aela, but Vilkas said she can't train me in long blades.”
“Long blades? What, like those roketeenai the twins like?” Shevawna asked, using the Forsworn word for two-handed weapons without thinking. Amazingly, Ria actually guessed the meaning.
“No, anything bigger than a dagger,” Ria sighed. “I was trying to learn how to use a greatsword but I just can't get the hang of it...”
“Ach, don't trouble yourself with those big grondlannai,” Shevawna said, patting Ria on the back and secretly thanking Anu that Ria wouldn't know she'd just used the rather more vulgar word for a greatsword. “Train with me, I'll show you how to drinia-dau like one of us. That's, you know, with one in each hand.”
“Really?” Ria breathed, delighted. “You'd do that?”
“Of course!” Shevawna said, smiling. “We Dim-Admorai must stick together, right?”
“Dim what?” Ria said, suspicious.
“Not Nords,” Shevawna explained. “I mean, I know you're not a Reachwoman, but you sort of know what it's like, right? Being surrounded by Nords but not really part of it.”
“Kind of,” Ria said guardedly but she did smile a little. “You're on with the training though.”
Shevawna smiled, feeling a lot happier. It looked like things were going to be all right. Even if Vilkas's demotion did mean she'd be sharing a room with him... and that made her heart plummet.
“Shevawna,” Kodlak called, and that got her attention. He was beckoning her over, looking grim. Ria patted her on the shoulder.
“It'll be all right,” Ria whispered. “You didn't do anything wrong!”
“And if it does, don't worry, we'll be waiting,” Athis added. “You can always complain about Nords to me, n'wah.”
“Thank you,” Shevawna whispered, before glancing over her shoulder at Imperial and Dunmer and Definitely Not Nords, not now. “I'd never kill either of you.”
“I'd hope not,” Athis growled and Ria just smiled nervously and raised her fist with the thumb pointing up, which Shevawna assumed was some sort of Cyrodiil sign of friendship or good luck. She hoped so anyway. In the Reach, vowing not to ever kill someone was the first stage of making friends.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kodlak led her down into Jorrvaskr's lower floor, empty aside from the sound of angry thuds from Vilkas's room. Shevawna instinctively shied away from the sound. Vilkas was dangerous, probably the most dangerous one here. Not necessarily the strongest warrior or the bravest... but the most dangerous. Because he was bright like a Reachman and passionate like one too, but not at ease with himself like a son of the Reach, no. He was a man at war with himself and men like that usually found a way to wage that war on others. And he'd chosen her.
The thought made her shiver. But Kodlak was here and he at least seemed to be on her side. He opened the door to his room and held it open for her. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she went inside.
Kodlak closed the door behind him and leaned up against it, arms folded, glaring at her, brow furrowing.
“I hope you appreciate this, lass,” he growled. “Vilkas and Farkas were brought here as young boys by their father, they grew up here. Jergen and I practically raised them. Having to do that to him broke my heart.”
“He should count himself lucky,” Shevawna countered, her fear still not entirely gone, and Kodlak was after all bigger than her and blocking the door. “I killed the last man who laid hands on me like that.”
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.8
Date: 2014-04-18 12:15 pm (UTC)“Well, I'm glad you did,” Shevawna said, finally feeling brave enough to take the other chair and join him. “I know you and the Matriarch are friends, and I would not kill a friend of hers for anything, but even if you were not... I do not think I would kill you.”
“Thank you,” Kodlak said, inclining his head in a way that told he knew what the Forsworn meant by that. “Now, are you all right?”
Shevawna nodded, although she was by no means sure of that. Kodlak didn't look convinced either but he didn't push the point.
“If it's any consolation, it is not entirely Vilkas's fault,” Kodlak sighed. “Nor is it yours, I hasten to add – you are not his lover and you did not know, and if you wish to enjoy someone else's freely given companionship, that's no one's business but yours. Was it anyone in the city, out of interest? I need to make sure Vilkas doesn't do anything foolish that will involve embarrassing conversations with the Jarl.”
Privately, Shevawna felt that if Vilkas did beat up innocent citizenry, it was entirely his own fault, but she didn't want to embarrass Kodlak either.
“No, it was someone at Keirine's camp,” Shevawna sighed. “He was nice and could sing and offered to cook me dinner. So I stayed in his tent, and I don't regret a thing.”
“Nor should you, you're only young once,” Kodlak laughed. “Don't let Vilkas's reaction put you off, the rest of us don't care what you get up to on your own time. Alas, I fear Vilkas may have had intentions towards you and realising you'd been with someone else... prompted an unfortunate overreaction.”
Could have been quite unfortunate for Vilkas if the others hadn't stepped in, but that did beg the question... how had he known? She asked Kodlak this, wondering what had given it away.
“Ah, well, you see, Vilkas is labouring under a... condition,” Kodlak said, coughing rather awkwardly. “One of the side effects is heightened senses – I imagine he could smell the scent of the other man on you. One of the other effects is heightened emotions. Sometimes it clouds his mind and he does not entirely know himself. He was always a boy of strong emotions, a gentle poetic soul at heart – but his father wanted a warrior and drove Vilkas hard. I did what I could to amend the damage but alas, I fear I've not done as well as I could wish. Now he is a grown man, and he's acquired an affliction that takes all that and makes it worse. It takes all his strength to keep it at bay... but sometimes it slips.”
Acquired an affliction. Shevawna recognised a euphemism when she heard one. That was what people would say when prisoners got out of Cidhna Mine and came home, pale, gaunt, shadows of their former selves, terse and argumentative and fearing sunlight and wide open spaces and craving Skooma and arguing with everyone. Sometimes they settled and were able to return to something close to a normal life. Sometimes they took their fury out on the Nords and found peace through death. Others took the Briar, accepting the loss of emotions that burned and burned and wouldn't stop as a price worth paying – a benefit in fact.
Others managed none of that and had to be put down. Shevawna had seen it happen, the first time as a small girl of five asking her mother why Rhysan was being executed.
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.9
Date: 2014-04-18 12:28 pm (UTC)But Shevawna couldn't really think about that now. All that was Keirine's problem, both a political and a deeply personal one. Shevawna was more concerned about Vilkas.
“Is he a Skooma addict?” she asked, bluntly. Everyone agreed those who admitted they had a problem had the best chance of survival. She wasn't sure if Vilkas was one of those or not. Although she'd never heard of Skooma enhancing one's senses...
“Not Skooma, no,” Kodlak sighed. “I almost wish it were, that I might be able to treat with your Matriarch's help. No, it's... something else. I don't think I can speak of it now, but... well. Never mind. I work with what I have, and I will not let Vilkas lose himself. Nor do I wish to see you or anyone else here come to harm because of him, don't worry. Let me think on what is to be done. In the mean time, you are clearly here, so do you have a letter for me?”
A hint of eagerness in his eyes and Shevawna kept her grin to herself as she handed it over. Well now. Someone had a fetish for Hagravens, it seemed. An unusual, almost blasphemous one, and yet there were stories of Hags entertaining themselves with captives, or with their Briarheart warriors. There were also stories of impressionable young men, and sometimes women, who became perhaps a little too fascinated with their Matriarchs. No one ever really explained what happened to those foolish enough to make their preferences known, but it was always implied it was... unpleasant.
Perhaps that wasn't always so – or perhaps Kodlak liked it that way. Shevawna decided no good would come of speculating, although the expression in his eyes did rather give things away. Sadness, but a wistful smile.
“So she wants us to keep you, and for you to do courier duty more often,” Kodlak mused. “She seems rather impressed by you at any rate. I think that's probably a good thing. In that case, you can stay. I can't make you officially a full Companion quite yet, but I think we can accommodate you. Rest and enjoy yourself tonight. Tomorrow, your weapons training starts in earnest.”
Weapons training. As if. She already knew what to do with both sword and axe, and she wasn't a bad shot with a bow either. Never mind. She'd show them. The Reach did not breed weaklings.
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A/N: Oh dear, poor Vilkas. Not entirely his fault, the beast blood is constantly eroding the poor man's self-control, but all the same, Vilkas you idiot. Never mind. He'll have his chance to redeem himself.
Notes on the Rhanic:
Ortallan - outsider
Ainta - your name
Dim Admorai - Not Nords
Roketeenai - two handed weapons, based on keteen (compensation) and ro (over)
Grondlann - greatsword, based on lann (sword) and I'm not translating the rest, but let's just say it's the unsubtle version of roketeen.
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.9
Date: 2014-04-18 03:58 pm (UTC)Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.9
Date: 2014-04-18 09:51 pm (UTC)Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.7
Date: 2014-04-22 02:27 pm (UTC)First of all this is a lovely fill so far. I won't add to the Aela/Vilkas battle of the favorites. I just wanted to say I read everything I can find written by you. This is really nice as always. One question to A!A have you written any prompts? I admit I stole the idea to ask from another fill. But it got me thinking, since I enjoy your fills so much maybe I can write something for you? Let me know and i'll see what I can do. The only thing while I enjoy reading all types of fills, I can only write convincing smut if its het. Anything else readers would see through really fast. So anyway the offer is genuine what do you think?
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.7
Date: 2014-04-22 08:51 pm (UTC)Elisif/Farkas: skyrimkinkmeme [dot] livejournal [dot] com [slash] 4295 [dot] html?thread= 6861255 # t6861255
Vignar/Brill which I know is slash but a smut-free non-sexual fill would be fine for it. skyrimkinkmeme [dot] livejournal [dot] com [slash] 4580 [dot] html?thread= 8330980 # t8330980
There's been the odd other one but clearly if I can't remember what they were, I wasn't that bothered. :)
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.7
Date: 2014-04-22 11:15 pm (UTC)