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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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On this day, I go to Sovngarde 1/2
(Anonymous) 2012-07-30 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)Summary - The Dragonborn and Vilkas have been married for many years, but the end of his life is near.
tags - char:F!PC, char:Vilkas, race:Dunmer, relationship:het
Tacina waited outside the door to the bedroom where her husband Vilkas, lay in the bed. They'd been together for many, many years, since she'd wandered into Jorrvaskr one day, and they'd lived a happy life.
Decades before when they'd first wed, she'd ended a war and slain dragons, changed the world with her influence, but all of her thoughts were directed towards the man that lay in the bed they'd shared for the happiest years of her life. He'd been abed for some time, his health slowly draining from his body, becoming increasingly frail as each day passed. A few weeks before, his twin Farkas had gone outside to practice with the sword he'd never been able to put down, and upon coming back inside, one of his sons had found his father resting in the chair, a tired, happy smile on his face, spirit departed from his body. The news robbed Vilkas of the little strength that remained in him, and Tacina knew that he would soon follow his brother.
They had many nieces and nephews, for once Farkas had settled down, he had taken to married life with a vigor that surprised both Tacina and Vilkas. On their own, they had but one daughter, who looked as Dunmer in appearance as her mother, though she was more like her father in demeanor. During the last few weeks, all of those now-grown children had been coming to the house, their spouses and children coming to see Vilkas before it was too late.
Their daughter, Sia, had returned from the Imperial City where she was visiting Tacina's parents. Tacina was hovering outside the door where father spoke to daughter, not wanting to interrupt to take Vilkas the broth that she'd prepared for him.
"I know you're out there, my love." Vilkas called out to her. Tacina smiled, and pushed the door open, coming into the room.
"Was I that obvious?"
"No, but I know you better than anyone else. I could sense you." He closed his eyes and smiled, their daughter perched on the edge of the bed.
His hair was no longer dark as it had been in the past, but silver, though he wore it in the same style. The once powerful body that had cradled and loved her, protected and fought with her had diminished in his time in bed and he looked pale and feeble against the pillows. Sia sat between them smiling at her father with sad, large eyes.
"You are as beautiful as your mother." He said, patting her hand. "Don't forget what I've told you, or that I will always love and protect you, my daughter."
On this day, I go to Sovngarde 2/2
(Anonymous) 2012-07-30 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)"And you're as beautiful as the day I met you." Vilkas said, turning to Tacina. "Cina, come here." He said as sternly as he could manage, and she smiled, slipping into bed next to him.
They lay like that, for a long while, not speaking, but just being together, for what she knew would be the last time. His fingers idly played in her copper hair, and if she closed her eyes and ignored the sickly smell in the room, she could pretend that it was twenty or thirty years earlier, that she didn't have to face the event she'd dreaded for so long.
"Tell me about Sovngarde." Vilkas demanded, and the request sent ice through her. He'd forbade her to speak of it after she'd returned from fighting Alduin there, and knew that if he was asking, it was almost time for him to go there.
"It's a lot like Jorrvaskr was when we were both there." She said, and he gave a wheezy laugh. "The mead is plentiful, and you'll be greeted by Ysgramor himself. All of the heroes are there, and I spoke to Kodlak." Tacina said in a whisper, straining to remember. "I'm sure Farkas will be waiting for you."
"As I will wait for you."
"I'm not a Nord, sweetheart."
"You're a hero of Skyrim, my truest love and part of my heart. When your spirit departs this realm, I'll be able to find you."
"Perhaps you're right." She said, more comforted by the thought than she wanted to admit. "I love you, Vilkas."
"I love you, Cina. On this day, I go to Sovngarde." He said, a hard finality underscoring his softly spoken words. With that they descended into silence, holding hands in the bed, she listening to him breathe. It got slower and slower as time wore on, and she didn't know how long she'd stayed there,
Sia reentered the room, and the eldest of Farkas's children came and sat down. No one spoke as they all sat there, the broth turning cold on the end table. A breeze fluttered through the room, hardly noticeable, but it made her shiver. Vilkas gripped her shoulder with a strength he hadn't possessed in many years, and turned to smile at her with unseeing eyes. With a last, quiet breath, he was gone, and with him, her heart. The place where it should have rested in her chest felt hollow and cavernous, so noticeably empty as she sat up to face the others.
"He's gone." Tacina managed to get out in a choked voice. She wanted to scream and cry out all the pain and helplessness she felt, to give voice to her next thought, which was, so was she, and how, how was she supposed to go on for hundreds of years in this kind of pain, but she didn't.
Sia, ever her father's daughter, came up and cradled her mother in her arms as they both wept. Her broken heart found some solace in Sia's embrace. This was how she was would manage the darkest of days to come, when she would miss Vilkas and forget that she'd never hear his voice again, never feel laughter rumbling in his chest, or know his kisses. She'd get through with the strength that Vilkas had passed on to their daughter.
Re: On this day, I go to Sovngarde 2/2
(Anonymous) 2012-07-30 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)Anon blames it on the tears she couldn't see through.
Re: On this day, I go to Sovngarde 2/2
(Anonymous) 2012-07-31 08:29 am (UTC)(link)Thank you for writing this! I had to choke back tears during dinner because of it.
Re: On this day, I go to Sovngarde 2/2
(Anonymous) 2012-07-31 08:31 am (UTC)(link)derp.
Re: On this day, I go to Sovngarde 2/2 -OP here
(Anonymous) 2012-07-30 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)I know I didn't specify a person but I love Vilkas so that was a plus.
Re: On this day, I go to Sovngarde 2/2
(Anonymous) 2012-07-31 01:14 am (UTC)(link)Beautifully well-written, and I was honestly on the verge of tears by the end of it.