“I want to hear the story of how you became Arch Mage, I never imagined you as a mage.” Farkas said with a kind smile. Garik launched into the story so readily, easily talking to his former lover.
“And that’s basically everything had happened.” Garik concluded with a shrug taking a sip of mead.
“Amazing.” Farkas said, the tale had been far more engaging than he originally believed it would be. He thought all mages sat behind library books and occasional defiled a Nordic tomb or two.
“So did you, uh… look for someone in the last five years?” Garik almost choked on his mead.
“N-No.” He spluttered out, between coughs. He finished coughing and then looked at Farkas. “Di-Did you?”
Farkas arched an eyebrow, “No, there was no point.”
“No point.”
“Why try and found what I already have?”
“Huh?”
“Garik, I love you still.” Garik felt his chest tighten and heat rush to his face and other parts of his body. Maybe it was the mead but his guard was dropped enough to feel joy in the words.
Farkas saw the corner of Garik’s mouth twitch and he took in a breath. Garik had actually been listening to him and didn’t appear to be about to shut him out completely.
Then his face turned serious and his mouth was drawn in a thin line. He calmly sipped his mead and Farkas was crushed.
Garik couldn’t bring himself to fall for Farkas again. He had been fooled by that face in the past and wouldn’t do it so easily again. Especially not while a major part of him wouldn’t be able to trust him. He just seemed so unchanged, so set in his old ways; as if five years hadn’t passed at all for Farkas and he was the exact same.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” Garik stood, “Thank your Harbinger for the feast, it was most enjoyable.”
When the doors of Jorrvaskr closed Farkas sighed, “Oh well, plan two.”
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timeasmymeasure
Abandoned 13/?
Date: 2012-10-12 07:28 am (UTC)“And that’s basically everything had happened.” Garik concluded with a shrug taking a sip of mead.
“Amazing.” Farkas said, the tale had been far more engaging than he originally believed it would be. He thought all mages sat behind library books and occasional defiled a Nordic tomb or two.
“So did you, uh… look for someone in the last five years?” Garik almost choked on his mead.
“N-No.” He spluttered out, between coughs. He finished coughing and then looked at Farkas. “Di-Did you?”
Farkas arched an eyebrow, “No, there was no point.”
“No point.”
“Why try and found what I already have?”
“Huh?”
“Garik, I love you still.” Garik felt his chest tighten and heat rush to his face and other parts of his body. Maybe it was the mead but his guard was dropped enough to feel joy in the words.
Farkas saw the corner of Garik’s mouth twitch and he took in a breath. Garik had actually been listening to him and didn’t appear to be about to shut him out completely.
Then his face turned serious and his mouth was drawn in a thin line. He calmly sipped his mead and Farkas was crushed.
Garik couldn’t bring himself to fall for Farkas again. He had been fooled by that face in the past and wouldn’t do it so easily again. Especially not while a major part of him wouldn’t be able to trust him. He just seemed so unchanged, so set in his old ways; as if five years hadn’t passed at all for Farkas and he was the exact same.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” Garik stood, “Thank your Harbinger for the feast, it was most enjoyable.”
When the doors of Jorrvaskr closed Farkas sighed, “Oh well, plan two.”