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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."
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Old Scales 19/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-13 12:31 am (UTC)(link)“Hey pup, watch your step”
Vilkas stumbled over an odd stone and one wrong step sent him falling forward. But the old warrior quick as a fox reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Silly pup, I told you so” Gunnar chuckled.
“Thanks” Vilkas grunted, righting himself and trying not to enjoy the strength of Gunnar’s large hand gripping his arm. He almost protested when the hand left him.
He realized that blood was flowing the wrong way and his cheeks felt a bit warmer than they should have. Gods this man roused him without even trying.
“S-so” Vilkas said quickly “What was being a priest like?”
“A priest? Now why would you want to hear about that pup?” Gunnar grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Are you going to tell me or not old man?!” Vilkas snapped.
“Just teasing you pup” Gunnar laughed “But seriously, being a priest was boring”
They paused along the road to let a merchant and wagon by. The merchant nodded and they returned the gesture before walking along as the merchant passed.
“Let’s see, most days I prayed before a statue, ate, prayed some more, ate, prayed some more and then went to sleep” Gunnar said.
“How could you stand it?”
“I wanted it, a quiet lifestyle away from the fighting and for awhile I really enjoyed it” Gunnar said “And then… well a few things happened and I came here, and then that whole Helgen business”
“What happened?” Vilkas pressed.
The knight should have realized that if an open book like Gunnar didn’t immediately spill it that it was something painful to remember. But he wanted to know more about the man, especially after the nightmare episode. Besides, wanting to know what was on the inside distracted him from thinking about the handsome and sexiness outside.
“If it’s okay with you pup, I’d rather not talk about it” Gunnar said, sunny personality suddenly gone.
He was about to protest, but then he saw the deep hurt in Gunnar’s eye and shut his mouth. He had no right to ask the man about something painful, especially after being a complete prick to him their first few weeks.
“Sorry” Vilkas muttered.
They walked in silence for awhile, carefully traveling the cold roads. The silence was… strange but Vilkas didn’t have the heart to ask the old man anything else. Damn, and after he had wanted to start building a relationship with the old man, now it felt like they were back to square one. Maybe he should-
“Being a priest is actually isn’t a safe long term job” Gunnar suddenly said “After awhile priests start… losing their minds”
“What?”
“Turns out trying to draw the attention of the gods usually works” Gunnar sighed “After a few years you start hearing their voices in your head, seeing visions, and in some cases they even get possessed by them”
“…You’ve been possessed by the gods?” Vilkas asked.
“Yeah… a few times actually… it’s not a nice experience and it often leaves your body and mind wrecked for weeks” Gunnar admitted, scratching the back of his head “Not only that but I also started seeing visions so often I had a hard time telling what was real and what was vision”
“That’s terrible!”
“It’s why I came here, because I was hoping to just retire, get away from it all” Gunnar sighed, looking more his age “It just became too much…”
“I’m sorry for asking”
“No, it’s actually nice to tell someone” Gunnar smiled slightly “Though you’ll probably think I’m a raging nut now”
“No” Vilkas said truthfully.
That part of him that wanted to know more about the man felt slightly satisfied, but then it wanted to know more and even if Gunnar was mentally or physically scarred from his years as a priest, it just made him yearn for the old warrior more and he felt a few yearnings to comfort the old man start to shamelessly grow.
“So, why do you think they want you to go all the way to Riverwood?” Vilkas ventured.
“No clue, but they better have the horn or they’re going to deal with a very grumpy old man” Gunnar grinned at his own joke.
Vilkas smiled. He liked this old man not matter what, but some dark voice in the back of his mind voiced his fear
But does he like you?
Re: Old Scales 19/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-13 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)also very interesting concept of priesthood:) Damn, now I neeeeed to know which god possessed Gunnar.
Re: Old Scales 19/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 02:41 am (UTC)(link)Old Scales 20/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 01:15 am (UTC)(link)Several times it made him blush bright red and Gunnar had laughed himself to tears. And quite a few more times the blood rushed the complete other way and Gunnar laughed at Vilkas’s discomfort, completely oblivious to the real source of the source of discomfort.
It got so bad that the knight nearly cried at the sight of Riverwood.
“Here we are” Gunnar announced.
“Finally” Vilkas sighed.
“What was that pup?”
“Nothing old man”
They walked to the Giant’s Inn and went in to see it empty save the man behind the counter and an older bar maid.
Gunnar went over to the bar maid
“Hello, I’d like the attic room” He said.
Vilkas looked up and saw no attic, so why was the old man asking for it? Was that code or something?
“Attic room eh? We don’t have an attic room, but you can have the one on the left. Make yourself at home” The bar maid said, jerking her thumb towards the indicated room.
“Thanks” Gunnar said, handing her ten septuims before walking over to the room.
Vilkas followed, closing the door behind them. The old warrior plopped down on the bed and sighed deeply.
“I think we’ve been dooped” He said almost dejectedly.
“Really?” Vilkas said sarcastically.
“Really! I mean who here could have gone through those ruins without getting killed by those Drauger?”
“Maybe we missed them”
“Gods, someone out there is running around with the horn and I have no clue who it is!” Gunnar groaned.
The door suddenly opened and the old bar maid walked in. She looked with a judging eye at Vilkas before her eyes settled on Gunnar.
“So you’re the Dragonborn I’ve been hearing so much about” She said before reaching into her pocket and pulling out the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller and holding it out for Gunnar “I think you’re looking for this”
“Yeah, thanks” Gunnar said, taking it. He stashed it in his bag before walking for the door.
“Hey! Wait!” The bar maid said, stepping in his way.
“What?” Gunnar groaned like a child.
“You’re not even interested in why I have the horn?” She asked.
“…no” Gunnar stated so bluntly that Vilkas chuckled.
“At least hear me out, I went to a lot of trouble to get that horn”
“And so did I, if you haven’t noticed” Gunnar said.
“Will you just listen to me?”
“Fine, let me hear it” Gunnar sighed.
“Not here”
“No thank you then”
“Gunnar” Vilkas said, fighting back laughter.
“Oh fine, where do you want me?”
The bar maid beckoned them to follow to what looked like hers or the bartender’s room. When they all three stood in there she glanced at Vilkas
“I’m afraid you’re friend shouldn’t hear this” She said.
“If pup can’t stay then I’m leaving” Gunnar threatened.
“…Fine, close the door”
“Now you’re ordering me around girly? I’m afraid you’re a bit early for that” Gunnar smiled confidently.
The bar maid only stared stunned at them before scowling and going over to the door and slamming it shut herself. She then stormed across the room and opened the wardrobe to open a secret door. She roughly waved them through and both the Companions followed, grinning at each other.
They went down a set of stairs and into a stocked room. On the table was a marked up map and a black bound book. The bar maid went over to the table and leaned against it before glaring at Gunnar.
“The Greybeards seem to think that you’re the Dragonborn. I hope they’re right” She said.
“They Greybeards are right. I am Dragonborn” Gunnar said as though it were obvious.
“I hope so. But you’ll forgive me if I don’t assume that something’s true just because the Greybeards say so” She scowled at him “I just handed you the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller. Does that make me Dragonborn, too?”
“No… and that’s a terrible argument” Gunnar said. She sighed before entirely giving up on the argument.
“What do you want with me?” Gunnar said.
“I didn’t go to all this trouble on a whim. I needed to make sure it wasn’t a Thalmor trap” She sighed again before pushing forward “I’m not your enemy. I already gave you the horn. I’m actually trying to help you. I just need you to hear me out”
“This is going to take a while” Vilkas sighed, already seeing the defiance in the old warrior’s eye.
Re: Old Scales 20/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)And I love Gunnar like you can imagine. Please A!A update soon; I'm dying to read the rest.
Re: Old Scales 20/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Old Scales 20/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-15 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)Please keeping updating dear author!