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Show No Weakness - Part 21/?

[(Anonymous)]

Argis stumbled up the steps of Vlindrel hall. Surprisingly it was not from the mead but the determination to confront his Thane was making him rush and he found it difficult to concentrate.

He unlocked the doors and pushed them open. He walked up the slight incline sorting out what to say in his head. He would have to apologise for waking his Thane up, that he was sure.

He left the hallway and was in the main hall. He looked up and his mind froze unsure what to make of the situation. There was armour scattered and Amund was being pinned to the table by an Imperial; the Imperial’s hands all over the thane, his thane and their mouths being locked.

While his mind remained frozen his body moved forward. It seemed to act of it’s own accord when his fist flew straight into the side of the Imperial’s face. Yet once the Imperial was knocked from his perch atop Amund the anger set in. A rage that filled Argis so much he lost any concern for everything but Amund.

The Housecarl pulled his fist back for another punch but Amund was holding him back. “Argis!”

The arm swung from Amund’s grip and there was a satisfying crunch as fist met nose. Amund’s grip tightened on Argis’ arms. “Stop! What’s wrong with you?” Amund rushed over to the Imperial with the broken face on the floor. “Jiv, are you ok?”

“You’re housecarl is fucking crazy.” He said holding his hand to his face where blood was pouring out. Argis stood there fuming, almost too angry to move for a moment.

“Go to the temple Jiv, get some healing or something.” Amund said, compassion in his voice Argis had only ever heard once.

“What the fuck Argis?” Amund yelled, once the door closed.

“We have to talk.” Argis started, Amund sighed and slumped into a nearby chair rubbing his forehead.

“Later.” Amund said, his voice worn “I’m too tired now.”

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Sorry for the short post today...

Re: Show No Weakness - Part 21/?

[(Anonymous)]

NO!! Not later! Talk now! Then make with the Sexy Time!

And YAY for Argis doing something! (YAY)