“You need sleep! And when was the last time you ate?”
“About two days ago”
At that point Alea gave up and stormed away from the old man as he smiled innocently. The other Companions just sighed and continued about their work as the old man started to read again.
Something had claimed the older Nord’s mind and it seemed to forbid any rest. He had been going through dusty old tomes and yellowing journals night and day nonstop and nothing anyone could say would stop him.
“You go talk to him Vilkas” Alea snapped at the knight as he and his brother scrubbed mud from a recent job off their boots.
“Why me? You know how he likes to watch me squirm”
“Yes but at least you’ll have his attention” Alea sighed “Besides if he keeps going at this rate he’ll likely kill himself”
“Alea has a point brother” Farkas said “And I can go with you to make you feel better”
Vilkas huffed. Gunnar had been exceptionally playful with him as of late. He took every opportunity to tease and joke with him. The old warrior had even developed a habit of late of swatting his ass rather hard every time Vilkas walked by. And the poor knight, much too flustered to talk to even talk to the old man anymore, had started avoiding him just to get away, which only made matters worse.
“Fine, but I doubt that I’ll be able to get anything from him” Vilkas snapped, trying to quiet that little voice in the back of his head that demanded any attention from the old man.
The brothers gave up on their boots, simply slipping them back on, and went over to where the old man had set up his workplace for the day. The table to his side was stacked with books and journals and bottle of mead.
The old warrior seemed to be intently perusing through the words of the journal in his hands, but when the twins stood before him he peaked and then broke out in a huge grin before putting the journal aside.
“What can I do for you pup? Farkas?”
“Why am I pup?” Vilkas suddenly interjected.
“Because I see you as an adorable pup” Gunnar grinned “And Farkas is well… Farkas”
Farkas grabbed his brother’s arm as the knight tried to retreat and forced him to stand before the old warrior.
“Fine… Gunnar, when was the last time you got any sleep?”
“Two days ago” Gunnar smiled innocently.
“And ate?”
“Two days ago”
“You’re supposed to eat and sleep EVERY day old man, or are you already getting to the age where you’re forgetting those things?” Vilkas snapped.
“I’m not that old” Gunnar sighed, “Besides, I’m working on a problem”
“Surely this problem can let you take care of yourself,” Farkas said.
“It can, but I feel like I’m really close to a solution”
“No buts” Vilkas said firmly “You’re a Companion, as Companions we are supposed to be the best warriors that Skyrim has to offer and if you’re not at your best”
Gunnar let a warm smile spread across his face.
“You’re not going to let it go are you pup?”
“No”
“Alright, I’ll go get some shut eye” Gunnar relented, getting to his feet.
He looked Vilkas right in the eye
“You’re so cute when you worry about me”
Vilkas blushed a bright red
“I was no worried! Alea has been the one”
“I get it pup” Gunnar grinned.
He picked up several of the journals, two of the books and one of the bottles of mead and tucked them under one arm.
“These are for later”
He picked for two of the other bottles and handed them over to Farkas who took them with a slightly confused look.
“Those are yours”
Then he turned back to the still slightly flustered knight. He placed a hand on Vilkas’ shoulder and looked his dead in the eye. The older Nord smiled and the knight couldn’t register the since of dread before that hand on his shoulder was suddenly behind his head and yanking him forward.
Their lips crashed together for but a second before Gunnar let go
“That was mine and I’m off to bed” Gunnar grinned wildly before turning to Farkas “Oh yeah, tell Alea when I wake up I’ll be willing and able to go hunting with her and Skjor”
And with that he left, leaving the frozen knight and a very confused Farkas.
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timeasmymeasure
Old Scales 30/?
Date: 2013-03-01 08:22 pm (UTC)“Yes lass?”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“That last time I closed my eyes”
“And when was that?”
“Umm… two days ago?”
“Gunnar!”
“I’m fine, just trying to solve a problem”
“You need sleep! And when was the last time you ate?”
“About two days ago”
At that point Alea gave up and stormed away from the old man as he smiled innocently. The other Companions just sighed and continued about their work as the old man started to read again.
Something had claimed the older Nord’s mind and it seemed to forbid any rest. He had been going through dusty old tomes and yellowing journals night and day nonstop and nothing anyone could say would stop him.
“You go talk to him Vilkas” Alea snapped at the knight as he and his brother scrubbed mud from a recent job off their boots.
“Why me? You know how he likes to watch me squirm”
“Yes but at least you’ll have his attention” Alea sighed “Besides if he keeps going at this rate he’ll likely kill himself”
“Alea has a point brother” Farkas said “And I can go with you to make you feel better”
Vilkas huffed. Gunnar had been exceptionally playful with him as of late. He took every opportunity to tease and joke with him. The old warrior had even developed a habit of late of swatting his ass rather hard every time Vilkas walked by. And the poor knight, much too flustered to talk to even talk to the old man anymore, had started avoiding him just to get away, which only made matters worse.
“Fine, but I doubt that I’ll be able to get anything from him” Vilkas snapped, trying to quiet that little voice in the back of his head that demanded any attention from the old man.
The brothers gave up on their boots, simply slipping them back on, and went over to where the old man had set up his workplace for the day. The table to his side was stacked with books and journals and bottle of mead.
The old warrior seemed to be intently perusing through the words of the journal in his hands, but when the twins stood before him he peaked and then broke out in a huge grin before putting the journal aside.
“What can I do for you pup? Farkas?”
“Why am I pup?” Vilkas suddenly interjected.
“Because I see you as an adorable pup” Gunnar grinned “And Farkas is well… Farkas”
Farkas grabbed his brother’s arm as the knight tried to retreat and forced him to stand before the old warrior.
“Fine… Gunnar, when was the last time you got any sleep?”
“Two days ago” Gunnar smiled innocently.
“And ate?”
“Two days ago”
“You’re supposed to eat and sleep EVERY day old man, or are you already getting to the age where you’re forgetting those things?” Vilkas snapped.
“I’m not that old” Gunnar sighed, “Besides, I’m working on a problem”
“Surely this problem can let you take care of yourself,” Farkas said.
“It can, but I feel like I’m really close to a solution”
“No buts” Vilkas said firmly “You’re a Companion, as Companions we are supposed to be the best warriors that Skyrim has to offer and if you’re not at your best”
Gunnar let a warm smile spread across his face.
“You’re not going to let it go are you pup?”
“No”
“Alright, I’ll go get some shut eye” Gunnar relented, getting to his feet.
He looked Vilkas right in the eye
“You’re so cute when you worry about me”
Vilkas blushed a bright red
“I was no worried! Alea has been the one”
“I get it pup” Gunnar grinned.
He picked up several of the journals, two of the books and one of the bottles of mead and tucked them under one arm.
“These are for later”
He picked for two of the other bottles and handed them over to Farkas who took them with a slightly confused look.
“Those are yours”
Then he turned back to the still slightly flustered knight. He placed a hand on Vilkas’ shoulder and looked his dead in the eye. The older Nord smiled and the knight couldn’t register the since of dread before that hand on his shoulder was suddenly behind his head and yanking him forward.
Their lips crashed together for but a second before Gunnar let go
“That was mine and I’m off to bed” Gunnar grinned wildly before turning to Farkas “Oh yeah, tell Alea when I wake up I’ll be willing and able to go hunting with her and Skjor”
And with that he left, leaving the frozen knight and a very confused Farkas.
“Ah, Vilkas? Are you alright?”
If only he knew