“I-it’s okay.” Garik said, his voice but a whisper. He refused to turn his face to look at Farkas. He wouldn’t let himself give in now, no not now, not ever. Farkas was surprisingly silent after that and part of Garik was disappointed. He wanted to hear Farkas’ voice even though he knew it would be his undoing.
Farkas watched Garik work carefully. His movements seemed rushed, shaking and nowhere near as confident as they were before.
“When will I be better?” Farkas wanted to hear Garik’s voice again, perhaps for one of the last times.
“Tomorrow morning.” His voice wavered, betrayed him. Farkas knew what Garik was like and knew that he would pick pride above all else. Farkas, while his heart shattered at the thought of this being the last time to see Garik, he had also accepted that Garik had made his choice and Farkas had done all he could.
“And you’ll be leaving when?”
“In the evening. I have to make sure you stay healthy and don’t slip back into the illness.” Garik’s voice wavered again and his hands began to shake much more visibly. After a moment he pulled them back “Water…” he mumbled mostly to himself before leaving the room.
Garik took a few deep breaths once outside the room in a poor attempt to calm himself down. Maybe he should just Farkas, confess the feelings he had pent up for so long. The feelings he had never told anyone but had just buried under books and study of the arcane arts. Feelings that remained dormant but had rushed back all at once, feelings that had caused him to raise his voice outside of battle. He went to found a pitcher of water and a goblet and returned to the room.
He sat down and poured himself a glass before taking careful sips. The water seemed to calm him and make him thing more clearly. It only made sense to tell Farkas everything… But the right moment was passing and quickly. He resumed removing the blackened clay then after a short while his voice seemed to act of it’s own accord.
“You have no idea how you made me feel.” He whispered, just loud enough for Farkas to hear and just soft enough for the heartbreak to be retained in his voice “I was humiliated, heartbroken and angry. I was contempt with being angry at you, I could live with that. Then you started sending letters every other day to the college, you begged for forgiveness and I could never shake the image of you and Ria in the bed we had shared for so many nights. I thought I could forgive you but something would always stop me and soon I was left in emotional turmoil.”
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timeasmymeasure
Abandoned 10/?
Date: 2012-10-07 02:10 pm (UTC)Farkas watched Garik work carefully. His movements seemed rushed, shaking and nowhere near as confident as they were before.
“When will I be better?” Farkas wanted to hear Garik’s voice again, perhaps for one of the last times.
“Tomorrow morning.” His voice wavered, betrayed him. Farkas knew what Garik was like and knew that he would pick pride above all else. Farkas, while his heart shattered at the thought of this being the last time to see Garik, he had also accepted that Garik had made his choice and Farkas had done all he could.
“And you’ll be leaving when?”
“In the evening. I have to make sure you stay healthy and don’t slip back into the illness.” Garik’s voice wavered again and his hands began to shake much more visibly. After a moment he pulled them back “Water…” he mumbled mostly to himself before leaving the room.
Garik took a few deep breaths once outside the room in a poor attempt to calm himself down. Maybe he should just Farkas, confess the feelings he had pent up for so long. The feelings he had never told anyone but had just buried under books and study of the arcane arts. Feelings that remained dormant but had rushed back all at once, feelings that had caused him to raise his voice outside of battle. He went to found a pitcher of water and a goblet and returned to the room.
He sat down and poured himself a glass before taking careful sips. The water seemed to calm him and make him thing more clearly. It only made sense to tell Farkas everything…
But the right moment was passing and quickly. He resumed removing the blackened clay then after a short while his voice seemed to act of it’s own accord.
“You have no idea how you made me feel.” He whispered, just loud enough for Farkas to hear and just soft enough for the heartbreak to be retained in his voice “I was humiliated, heartbroken and angry. I was contempt with being angry at you, I could live with that. Then you started sending letters every other day to the college, you begged for forgiveness and I could never shake the image of you and Ria in the bed we had shared for so many nights. I thought I could forgive you but something would always stop me and soon I was left in emotional turmoil.”