Whoops the part above is supposed to be Abandoned 13/?, my bad. ---
Garik loaded his sack onto the wagon with a thump that made the driver jump. “We’ll be leaving in five minutes, we’re just waiting on one more.” The driver said, so Garik nodded and sat down with a huff.
He was angry, annoyed and frustrated at everything now. He knew there was no real reason to be angry. He wanted to accept everything that Farkas had said and gotten back together with him but that was something he couldn’t allow himself to do.
A man so unchanged by everything that had happened surely had learned no lesson and would act in the exact same way. So Garik was just saving himself from the heartache that would undoubtedly be caused. Besides, he was Arch Mage now and Farkas hated Magic like vampires hate sunlight. So that would have been another pressure on any relationship they would have had.
Garik was beating himself up about the whole thing and he knew it. He was more angry at himself for rejecting Farkas even though he knew, or at least thought he had done the right thing.
Yet in all the years apart Garik never even thought to look for another. He had accepted the Farkas would be the one until his dying days even if they weren’t together.
Yet now, even thought Farkas’ confession echoed in his mind he pulled up the long suppressed memories of the day he caught him. Instead of stifling the anger he just became more and more angry and pulled his hood up, pulling it on so that no one could see his face.
He felt the wagon shift as the weight of a third person was added. “Bout bloody time.” Garik muttered to himself. All he wanted to do was go back to the familiar walls of the college and forget about everything that had happened in the past few days.
He shifted in his seat; positioning his sack at his feet and crossed his arms, he tucked his chin into his chest, in preparation to rest once they began to move.
“Touch my pack and I’ll cut your hands off and feed them to you.” Garik snapped as he closed his eyes.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Garik’s eyes flew open again and he looked towards the other passenger. Farkas.
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timeasmymeasure
Abandoned 14/?
Date: 2012-10-13 06:49 am (UTC)---
Garik loaded his sack onto the wagon with a thump that made the driver jump. “We’ll be leaving in five minutes, we’re just waiting on one more.” The driver said, so Garik nodded and sat down with a huff.
He was angry, annoyed and frustrated at everything now. He knew there was no real reason to be angry. He wanted to accept everything that Farkas had said and gotten back together with him but that was something he couldn’t allow himself to do.
A man so unchanged by everything that had happened surely had learned no lesson and would act in the exact same way. So Garik was just saving himself from the heartache that would undoubtedly be caused. Besides, he was Arch Mage now and Farkas hated Magic like vampires hate sunlight. So that would have been another pressure on any relationship they would have had.
Garik was beating himself up about the whole thing and he knew it. He was more angry at himself for rejecting Farkas even though he knew, or at least thought he had done the right thing.
Yet in all the years apart Garik never even thought to look for another. He had accepted the Farkas would be the one until his dying days even if they weren’t together.
Yet now, even thought Farkas’ confession echoed in his mind he pulled up the long suppressed memories of the day he caught him. Instead of stifling the anger he just became more and more angry and pulled his hood up, pulling it on so that no one could see his face.
He felt the wagon shift as the weight of a third person was added. “Bout bloody time.” Garik muttered to himself. All he wanted to do was go back to the familiar walls of the college and forget about everything that had happened in the past few days.
He shifted in his seat; positioning his sack at his feet and crossed his arms, he tucked his chin into his chest, in preparation to rest once they began to move.
“Touch my pack and I’ll cut your hands off and feed them to you.” Garik snapped as he closed his eyes.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Garik’s eyes flew open again and he looked towards the other passenger. Farkas.