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skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2012-02-17 04:29 pm
skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2012-02-17 04:29 pm
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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."
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Show No Weakness - Part 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-09-20 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)He felt gentle hands on his shoulders and with an unknown strength Argis pushed himself off the ground and to his feet shrugging the hands away. Argis practically began to hop forward, instead of feeling the pain he mostly felt the sting of embarrassment as his eye prickled threatening to spill hot tears of shame.
“Argis, stop.” The Dragonborn said in a serious tone.
“Why?” Argis barked back. He stopped hobbling but also didn’t turn around, “So you can leave me behind to die? I don’t think so.”
“Argis, please!” His Thane begged once Argis began hobbling towards Markarth again. “It’s another hour till Markarth, two with your injuries.”
“What do you care?”
“Argis…” The Dragonborn sounded desperate; “We can set up camp and leave when you’re more able, there’s a clearing over there shielded by trees.”
The Dragonborn pointed off towards some trees and Argis began to limp over in the general direction. He found the clearing sure enough and began to set up the camp.
“Let me help.” His Thane insisted
“No.” Argis growled. Argis knew he shouldn’t feel angry towards his thane but he felt so embarrassed and so… so… he didn’t know…. Why was he acting like this? He was being a damn fool and he knew it, yet his pride wouldn’t let him show a single thread of weakness to the man who had up until now, been positively awful to him.
The Dragonborn stayed quiet after that, sorting through the pack to pull out supplies, which had always been reserved for him. There was an emergency plentiful healing potion, clean strips of linens, a needle, strong thread, some alchemy ingredients, a mortar and pestle, cotton and a few other odds and ends that could be used to save his life in dire circumstances.
“Sit.” The thane commanded the house carl once the camp site was set. Argis sat feeling the shame and embarrassment rise as his thane examined him. Argis noted that this thane seemed to be only looking at the left side of his body so he shifted, turning away slightly to shield his disability from view. “Take your chest plate and boots off.”
Argis wanted to protect but something in his voice made him comply. Argis thought he heard the tone of worry amongst the authoritative voice but he shook his head at the thought. He was clearly just hearing what he wanted. Is that was he wanted? Did he want his thane to care about him? No. Respect, just respect was all that was required, respect.
With painful gestures Argis got his chest plate off and his boots. His tunic was dark from sweat and blood but thankfully his thane didn’t notice the blood.
The Dragonborn’s attention immediately went to the ankle which was three times it’s normal sixe and a sickening purple-black bruise had taken it’s hold.
His thane took some of the healing potion and rubbed it into his ankle as gently as possible which earned a growl in return.
“Sorry.” The Dragonborn muttered so quickly Argis wasn’t sure he actually said it. As the ption massaged in Argis felt the break healing, the swell going down and the bruise disappearing. So as the pain dies the embarrassment of the situation set in all over again. This was the job of a priestess not a thane, Argis felt so ashamed for resulting a thane to do such a thing.
“My name is Amund…” Argis was shocked at the sudden outburst, considering the last time he asked.
“My name is Argis, not Areas.” The housecarl grumbled which earned a chuckle from his Thane.
“Argis the Bulwark. I know. I’ve always known.” The confession left Argis’ cheeks stinging.
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I feel really bad for not posting this sooner. It's actually been written for a few days and I just haven't posted it up.....
My bad. I'll try not to abandon you for too long again.
Re: Show No Weakness - Part 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-09-20 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Show No Weakness - Part 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-09-20 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)I'll say that I'm always fond of seeing someone look into the characters with smaller parts in Skyrim and really fleshing them out, and you have done it wonderfully. I definitely have felt for dear Argis, and am terribly intrigued to see just how this incident changes their relationship.