Farkas listened intently, Garik had just about freed his second hand from the clay and continued to work as he spoke. “I hated you, I loved you, I wanted to watch you burn, I wanted to accept your apology… I was a mess. So I buried myself with work and other commitments to avoid being alone more than anything. Yet these past five years have been the loneliest years of my life. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be constantly surrounded by people and yet still feel completely alone?”
“No.”
“And I hope you never have to, it’s a horrible feeling, one that may haunt me for the rest of my days. But what I always felt, regardless of how busy I made myself you were always there, pulling at my heart’s strings. It seemed as that everything you did was just to toy with my heart and leave it aching all the more.”
The confession was haunting in a way. In the five years they had been apart Farkas had never truly thought about how Garik would have felt. He was too concerned with how guilty and horrible he felt himself. He always just assumed Garik would have been angry… never giving Garik any depth.
The clay had all been picked away and then Garik stood wiping his eyes quickly with the sleave of his robes. “I’m done here.”
Farkas understood the double meaning behind the words and waited silently as Garik hastily collected his things and then left. As soon as Farkas heard the doors close he swung his legs off the bed and attempted to stand. He felt shaky on his legs and had to lean heavily on everything, but he had a plan.
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Garik woke in the morning and shifted in the saddest excuse for a mattress the Bannered Mare had to offer. He groaned and sat up, hearing sickening but satisfying cracks and pops in his neck and back as he stretched.
He crawled out of the cold bed and pulled on his robes. He felt emotionally drained and just wanted to get back to the college away from all the drama that Whiterun brought.
He could at least walk around town for the day, see his old friends, maybe he could see how his old house was holding up. He would need some more ingredients and potions too so he would have to see if someone was selling any.
He would have to pay a visit to the court wizard, who was technically a college representative. He would also have to see how Adrianne was going at the Warmaiden’s and their son.
As he left his room he hoped that he would see Braith, she would be in her teens by now. He ate a small breakfast at the inn and again wished he was back home. The cooks in the college had the aid of magic and were more skilled.
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timeasmymeasure
Abandoned 11/?
Date: 2012-10-08 01:36 pm (UTC)“No.”
“And I hope you never have to, it’s a horrible feeling, one that may haunt me for the rest of my days. But what I always felt, regardless of how busy I made myself you were always there, pulling at my heart’s strings. It seemed as that everything you did was just to toy with my heart and leave it aching all the more.”
The confession was haunting in a way. In the five years they had been apart Farkas had never truly thought about how Garik would have felt. He was too concerned with how guilty and horrible he felt himself. He always just assumed Garik would have been angry… never giving Garik any depth.
The clay had all been picked away and then Garik stood wiping his eyes quickly with the sleave of his robes. “I’m done here.”
Farkas understood the double meaning behind the words and waited silently as Garik hastily collected his things and then left. As soon as Farkas heard the doors close he swung his legs off the bed and attempted to stand. He felt shaky on his legs and had to lean heavily on everything, but he had a plan.
---
Garik woke in the morning and shifted in the saddest excuse for a mattress the Bannered Mare had to offer. He groaned and sat up, hearing sickening but satisfying cracks and pops in his neck and back as he stretched.
He crawled out of the cold bed and pulled on his robes. He felt emotionally drained and just wanted to get back to the college away from all the drama that Whiterun brought.
He could at least walk around town for the day, see his old friends, maybe he could see how his old house was holding up. He would need some more ingredients and potions too so he would have to see if someone was selling any.
He would have to pay a visit to the court wizard, who was technically a college representative. He would also have to see how Adrianne was going at the Warmaiden’s and their son.
As he left his room he hoped that he would see Braith, she would be in her teens by now. He ate a small breakfast at the inn and again wished he was back home. The cooks in the college had the aid of magic and were more skilled.
He finished his meal and left the inn.