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Abandoned 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

Garik stepped inside Jorrvaskr and immediately felt uneasy. Uncomfortable in the familiar, yet totally alien environment he found himself in, the Companions were all seated for their supper and shifted awkwardly in their seats when Garik entered.

Ria had long since left the companions; Aela telling her to leave once she neglected three contracts in a row. From the whispers Garik had heard she was now in Riften working in the Bunkhouse…

There were some unfamiliar whelps and from the monthly letters he received from Aela he knew that Njada was now apart of the circle and that Athis had died two years ago in battle.

The whelps seemed to sense the tension in the room but were unsure why it had occurred. Aela rose from the table and advanced towards Garik.

“Arch Mage, it’s an honour to see you have come to our aid.” Garik nodded and Aela led him down the stairs and through the corridor of living quarters. The decoration scheme had changed since he was last there, which was no surprise.

Aela led Garik down the halls to the same room Farkas had occupied five years ago. He didn’t know what to expect when he opened the door but he did no expect everything to be the exact same as it always had been.

Everything about the place he had called home once had changed, except for this one room. Perhaps it just meant Farkas hadn’t changed, the same old idiot who broke the Dragonborn’s heart all those years ago.

Aela left the Arch Mage and the unconscious companion alone and Garik felt a swell of emotions as he laid eyes on the man he had loved so, so much. He wasn’t sure how he felt when he saw Farkas laying the bed. He was horrified such a disease had stuck his former lover but a small part of him was…glad and that part made him feel horrible.

Farkas’ usually sun kissed skin was a sickly white, dark purple lined his eyes, his hair was as wild as ever, along his arms were the classic dark red and purple splotches that were the tell tale signs of the disease. His temperature ran a lot colder than normal, which if not for the Nordic blood, would have killed him long before Garik even arrived. Aside from the illness Farkas looked as though he had barely changed.

Even his muscles looked to be the same size, despite the fact that the blight was famous for eating away at muscle, and causing bleeding within the limbs of course.

Garik silently set up all his supplies careful not to wake Farkas for a number of reasons. He had previously thought that if he was ever in a room with his former lover that they might have some big conflict, or they might get back together but now all he wanted to do was run. He wanted to leave the room and runaway, what he was afraid of he did not know but he did know he wanted to be far away from here.

Garik opened his book and began to read as he ground up a giant’s toe. He made notes every so often on a spare bit of parchment. He added some vampire dust slowly and as the powers began to mix he added some cure poison potion to bind it all together.

Garik must have sat there for a good six hours before his first potion was ready. After hours of grinding up giant’s toes, mountain flowers, vampire dust, bear claws, hawk feathers and numerous other ingredients Garik finally combined it all with a cure poison potion and a draught of health then after letting it boil for half an hour and giving it time to cool the paste was ready.

Garik uneasily poured the thick black creamy substance onto Farkas’s skin and the lightly spread it around the red patches rubbing it in. Farkas did not stir and Garik was thankful for that. He finished rubbing the black cream into his legs but when he started on the arms Farkas began to stir slightly.

Re: Abandoned 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

Passerby!A here to tell you she likes this fic much. ;)

Oh my...I feel with Garik, can understand him so well... Looking forward to see what happens when Farkas wakes up.