The final bowl was placed on the table and the entire potion had been taken. Garik turned his attention to the black clay that was now fully set. He began to pick at it feeling Farkas’ eyes trained on him.
“I’m sorry you know.” Farkas broke the silence.
“I know, you wrote it in your letters.”
“No about that, well yes about that but I’m sorry for the way I treated you. You were the first good thing to happen to me in a long time and I never treated you with respect.” Garik felt his cheeks go hot but said nothing. “Even when we were together and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my days with you I still couldn’t comprehend how you felt. I never gave you a shred of respect that was good enough, not even when you were announced Harbinger and for that I’m sorry.”
“Farkas, I’m sure I didn’t deserve any more respect than you gave.”
“That’s simply not true!” Farkas sat up a little straighter and Garik shielded his face a little more, certain his face was glowing like a lamp. He had almost finished removing one arm of the hardened potion, already the skin was returning to it’s normal tanned state. “You always did that, thought you were much lower than you really were. You constantly brought yourself down and it was because of me. You brought yourself down to the level I treated you, but you were always much more than that.”
“Farkas, really I don’t deser-”
“But Garik you do. You’re a beacon of hope not just to me but all of Skyrim. You’ve faced impossible evils and lived, I never saw just how important you were until after you had gone-”
“Farkas.”
“I was a gods damned fool to-”
“Farkas.”
“-have ever let you go, I was a coward-”
“Farkas.”
“-to not give you a proper-”
“Farkas.”
“-apology, a proper explanation-”
“Farkas.”
“-instead of hiding behind mead even-”
“FARKAS!” The voice rang is Farkas’ ears and the room trembled slightly. Potion bottles rattled and were the only sound Farkas could hear. It was as if the whole world had gone silent at Garik’s yell. Farkas blinked a few times, in all the years he had known Garik, Garik had never once raised his voice like that. Farkas had heard him shout plenty of times but never heard him raise his voice outside of battle. What had he done to him? “For the love of Talos, shut up.”
Farkas was still stunned. Garik stood abruptly “If you’ll excuse me.”
Garik left the room and avoided the stares from the whelps. He walked up the stairs and found Aela and Vilkas in deep discussion. “Garik, how goes the healing?” Aela said
“Good, he should be fully recovered by morning and I can head back to the college by midday. I came up to see if I was able to help myself to a meal.”
“Please go right ahead, everything is open to you.” Aela said with a kind smile. Vilkas and her shared and few glances and once Garik was settled Aela nudged Vilkas.
“Uh, Garik?”
“Yes, Vilkas?”
“We were wondering what happened just now, we swear we heard the Thu’um…”
“Oh uh… I lost my temper and yelled is all. Sometimes if I raise my voice it feels like a shout but it’s not really.”
Vilkas nodded and left Garik to eating. He turned to Aela and mouthed with an expression of disbelief “Lost his temper?”
"Raise his voice?" She mouthed back with the same expression of disbelief.
--- I don't know if these two deserve a happy end or a tragic one yet....
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timeasmymeasure
Abandoned 8/?
Date: 2012-10-01 02:10 pm (UTC)“I’m sorry you know.” Farkas broke the silence.
“I know, you wrote it in your letters.”
“No about that, well yes about that but I’m sorry for the way I treated you. You were the first good thing to happen to me in a long time and I never treated you with respect.” Garik felt his cheeks go hot but said nothing. “Even when we were together and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my days with you I still couldn’t comprehend how you felt. I never gave you a shred of respect that was good enough, not even when you were announced Harbinger and for that I’m sorry.”
“Farkas, I’m sure I didn’t deserve any more respect than you gave.”
“That’s simply not true!” Farkas sat up a little straighter and Garik shielded his face a little more, certain his face was glowing like a lamp. He had almost finished removing one arm of the hardened potion, already the skin was returning to it’s normal tanned state. “You always did that, thought you were much lower than you really were. You constantly brought yourself down and it was because of me. You brought yourself down to the level I treated you, but you were always much more than that.”
“Farkas, really I don’t deser-”
“But Garik you do. You’re a beacon of hope not just to me but all of Skyrim. You’ve faced impossible evils and lived, I never saw just how important you were until after you had gone-”
“Farkas.”
“I was a gods damned fool to-”
“Farkas.”
“-have ever let you go, I was a coward-”
“Farkas.”
“-to not give you a proper-”
“Farkas.”
“-apology, a proper explanation-”
“Farkas.”
“-instead of hiding behind mead even-”
“FARKAS!” The voice rang is Farkas’ ears and the room trembled slightly. Potion bottles rattled and were the only sound Farkas could hear. It was as if the whole world had gone silent at Garik’s yell. Farkas blinked a few times, in all the years he had known Garik, Garik had never once raised his voice like that. Farkas had heard him shout plenty of times but never heard him raise his voice outside of battle. What had he done to him? “For the love of Talos, shut up.”
Farkas was still stunned. Garik stood abruptly “If you’ll excuse me.”
Garik left the room and avoided the stares from the whelps. He walked up the stairs and found Aela and Vilkas in deep discussion. “Garik, how goes the healing?” Aela said
“Good, he should be fully recovered by morning and I can head back to the college by midday. I came up to see if I was able to help myself to a meal.”
“Please go right ahead, everything is open to you.” Aela said with a kind smile. Vilkas and her shared and few glances and once Garik was settled Aela nudged Vilkas.
“Uh, Garik?”
“Yes, Vilkas?”
“We were wondering what happened just now, we swear we heard the Thu’um…”
“Oh uh… I lost my temper and yelled is all. Sometimes if I raise my voice it feels like a shout but it’s not really.”
Vilkas nodded and left Garik to eating. He turned to Aela and mouthed with an expression of disbelief “Lost his temper?”
"Raise his voice?" She mouthed back with the same expression of disbelief.
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I don't know if these two deserve a happy end or a tragic one yet....