Gunnar only nodded, expecting the answer, before going over and taking a seat on the ground between them.
He sighed deeply, unhappily, and just ran his fingers through his short and grey spotted hair. His face seemed to carry another ten years without showing it and his eyes an ocean of torment. And seeing him like that, Vilkas felt obliged to take a seat next to him and his brother.
“It’s… been a long night” Gunnar said after awhile.
Suddenly he slid an arm around each of the twins’ shoulders and pulled them in a bit. Vilkas let his head fall against the older Nord’s shoulders. He inhaled Gunnar’s natural scent and let it calm his agitated wolf.
Soon the knight found tears flowing down his face and sobs wracking his chest and then he felt the full force of Skjor’s lose hit him.
The old Companion had been part of his life for so long. He had been a friend and mentor and now he was dead because of a foolish mistake.
So the knight cried for his lost friend.
(alright… some sadness but Skjor’s death was sad ;__; Anyway I plan to finish this up before I hit post 50, so here I go!)
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Old Scales 32b/?
Date: 2013-03-09 02:12 am (UTC)He sighed deeply, unhappily, and just ran his fingers through his short and grey spotted hair. His face seemed to carry another ten years without showing it and his eyes an ocean of torment. And seeing him like that, Vilkas felt obliged to take a seat next to him and his brother.
“It’s… been a long night” Gunnar said after awhile.
Suddenly he slid an arm around each of the twins’ shoulders and pulled them in a bit. Vilkas let his head fall against the older Nord’s shoulders. He inhaled Gunnar’s natural scent and let it calm his agitated wolf.
Soon the knight found tears flowing down his face and sobs wracking his chest and then he felt the full force of Skjor’s lose hit him.
The old Companion had been part of his life for so long. He had been a friend and mentor and now he was dead because of a foolish mistake.
So the knight cried for his lost friend.
(alright… some sadness but Skjor’s death was sad ;__; Anyway I plan to finish this up before I hit post 50, so here I go!)