He sat numbly, idly twiddling his thumbs until Kodlak showed up again from outside. He was still dressed casually, probably forever would be since the old man had retired and would likely never again have the strength to go into battle, and holding a familiar looking piece of paper.
“A…job?” Vilkas asked in utter disbelief.
“Yes” Kodlak said, handing him the piece of paper.
The knight had no idea what the old man was thinking, so he stuffed it into his pocket and was about to leave when Kodlak stopped him.
“With a friend”
Gunnar came through the backdoors, looking at a familiar piece of paper.
“Uh, Kodlak, I have no idea what a jaunt out to Bleak Falls Barrow is going to do to make me feel better” The old warrior muttered before looking up. He did a double take at Vilkas standing next to Kodlak.
Suddenly, all the pieces fell into place. Vilkas yanked out the piece of paper and pulled it open. Written across the surface in Kodlak’s surprisingly neat hand was ‘Bleak Falls Barrow, clear out the bandits’.
The knight groaned.
“No lip you two, get to it” Kodlak ordered firmly “And you two better not come back until everything is sorted out”
Kodlak started heading back to his room but as the two eyed each other wearily, Vilkas could have sworn that his sharp hearing picked up Kodlak say
“And I don’t mean just the job”
~*~
The walk too was tense and silent.
It was like they were intensely aware that the other was there and there were a hundred things to say, but something was stopping them.
It was so strange that people stopped and stared at the two as they passed. The old warrior wasn’t laughing, joking or teasing the younger Nord. Vilkas was blushing, laughing back or fighting a smile for the older Nord. No, the two glowered at the ground, sadness obvious in their eyes and frustration obvious on the lines of their mouth.
It was actually rather sad to see.
Sure, almost everyone wanted a piece of Gunnar. But people could see when the old warrior and the knight were together that there was something there. And to see the two like this meant that something had gone wrong.
Sure, there were those shallow minded people that wanted to make the move on Gunnar now that it seemed that he and Vilkas weren’t going to make it, but right now it seemed they were on their way to a job, and that meant someone or something some where needed to be saved.
There were a few more kind individuals that couldn’t help but wonder, where were the saviors for those two?
~*~
“You said that you had been here before?” Vilkas found his mouth asking.
“Yes” Gunnar muttered.
“Why do you think bandits would come back?”
“Don’t know” Gunnar said before sighing “Idiots”
“Right” Vilkas agreed in more ways than one.
The two continued their trek, climbing up the steep cliff that led to the ancient ruins. When they finally saw the impressive stone structure and the stone steps that led up to it, they took out their respective weapons.
They struck down the few bandits guarding the steps and then faced the giant stone doors.
“I wonder what this place was once used for” Vilkas mused as Gunnar forced open the doors.
“Dragon worship” Gunnar bluntly replied “All races once bent their knees to those overgrown lizards”
“…Oh”
They went inside and killed the few bandits within the first chamber and then moved lower, killing anything that got in their way, including skeevers and few stray spiders.
“Good thing Farkas didn’t come” Gunnar noted.
“Hmm”
They continued onwards until they hit a puzzle door. Gunnar went to the side to spin the pillars so they faced the right way and Vilkas stood by the lever to open it.
How’d it come to this? The knight thought miserably. He really did want the older man… now he couldn’t even look the man in the eyes without feeling guilty. Gods, why’d he do that to Gunnar? The old man had finally shown interest and then… Vilkas pushed him away. He was finally ready to go at the older Nord and then… he messed up. And all without even bothering to think of how deeply it might hurt the old warrior.
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Old Scales 39a/42
Date: 2013-04-01 08:33 pm (UTC)He sat numbly, idly twiddling his thumbs until Kodlak showed up again from outside. He was still dressed casually, probably forever would be since the old man had retired and would likely never again have the strength to go into battle, and holding a familiar looking piece of paper.
“A…job?” Vilkas asked in utter disbelief.
“Yes” Kodlak said, handing him the piece of paper.
The knight had no idea what the old man was thinking, so he stuffed it into his pocket and was about to leave when Kodlak stopped him.
“With a friend”
Gunnar came through the backdoors, looking at a familiar piece of paper.
“Uh, Kodlak, I have no idea what a jaunt out to Bleak Falls Barrow is going to do to make me feel better” The old warrior muttered before looking up. He did a double take at Vilkas standing next to Kodlak.
Suddenly, all the pieces fell into place. Vilkas yanked out the piece of paper and pulled it open. Written across the surface in Kodlak’s surprisingly neat hand was ‘Bleak Falls Barrow, clear out the bandits’.
The knight groaned.
“No lip you two, get to it” Kodlak ordered firmly “And you two better not come back until everything is sorted out”
Kodlak started heading back to his room but as the two eyed each other wearily, Vilkas could have sworn that his sharp hearing picked up Kodlak say
“And I don’t mean just the job”
~*~
The walk too was tense and silent.
It was like they were intensely aware that the other was there and there were a hundred things to say, but something was stopping them.
It was so strange that people stopped and stared at the two as they passed. The old warrior wasn’t laughing, joking or teasing the younger Nord. Vilkas was blushing, laughing back or fighting a smile for the older Nord. No, the two glowered at the ground, sadness obvious in their eyes and frustration obvious on the lines of their mouth.
It was actually rather sad to see.
Sure, almost everyone wanted a piece of Gunnar. But people could see when the old warrior and the knight were together that there was something there. And to see the two like this meant that something had gone wrong.
Sure, there were those shallow minded people that wanted to make the move on Gunnar now that it seemed that he and Vilkas weren’t going to make it, but right now it seemed they were on their way to a job, and that meant someone or something some where needed to be saved.
There were a few more kind individuals that couldn’t help but wonder, where were the saviors for those two?
~*~
“You said that you had been here before?” Vilkas found his mouth asking.
“Yes” Gunnar muttered.
“Why do you think bandits would come back?”
“Don’t know” Gunnar said before sighing “Idiots”
“Right” Vilkas agreed in more ways than one.
The two continued their trek, climbing up the steep cliff that led to the ancient ruins. When they finally saw the impressive stone structure and the stone steps that led up to it, they took out their respective weapons.
They struck down the few bandits guarding the steps and then faced the giant stone doors.
“I wonder what this place was once used for” Vilkas mused as Gunnar forced open the doors.
“Dragon worship” Gunnar bluntly replied “All races once bent their knees to those overgrown lizards”
“…Oh”
They went inside and killed the few bandits within the first chamber and then moved lower, killing anything that got in their way, including skeevers and few stray spiders.
“Good thing Farkas didn’t come” Gunnar noted.
“Hmm”
They continued onwards until they hit a puzzle door. Gunnar went to the side to spin the pillars so they faced the right way and Vilkas stood by the lever to open it.
How’d it come to this? The knight thought miserably. He really did want the older man… now he couldn’t even look the man in the eyes without feeling guilty. Gods, why’d he do that to Gunnar? The old man had finally shown interest and then… Vilkas pushed him away. He was finally ready to go at the older Nord and then… he messed up. And all without even bothering to think of how deeply it might hurt the old warrior.
Where... why had it gone so wrong?