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Old Scales 30/?
Date: 2013-03-01 08:22 pm (UTC)“Yes lass?”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“That last time I closed my eyes”
“And when was that?”
“Umm… two days ago?”
“Gunnar!”
“I’m fine, just trying to solve a problem”
“You need sleep! And when was the last time you ate?”
“About two days ago”
At that point Alea gave up and stormed away from the old man as he smiled innocently. The other Companions just sighed and continued about their work as the old man started to read again.
Something had claimed the older Nord’s mind and it seemed to forbid any rest. He had been going through dusty old tomes and yellowing journals night and day nonstop and nothing anyone could say would stop him.
“You go talk to him Vilkas” Alea snapped at the knight as he and his brother scrubbed mud from a recent job off their boots.
“Why me? You know how he likes to watch me squirm”
“Yes but at least you’ll have his attention” Alea sighed “Besides if he keeps going at this rate he’ll likely kill himself”
“Alea has a point brother” Farkas said “And I can go with you to make you feel better”
Vilkas huffed. Gunnar had been exceptionally playful with him as of late. He took every opportunity to tease and joke with him. The old warrior had even developed a habit of late of swatting his ass rather hard every time Vilkas walked by. And the poor knight, much too flustered to talk to even talk to the old man anymore, had started avoiding him just to get away, which only made matters worse.
“Fine, but I doubt that I’ll be able to get anything from him” Vilkas snapped, trying to quiet that little voice in the back of his head that demanded any attention from the old man.
The brothers gave up on their boots, simply slipping them back on, and went over to where the old man had set up his workplace for the day. The table to his side was stacked with books and journals and bottle of mead.
The old warrior seemed to be intently perusing through the words of the journal in his hands, but when the twins stood before him he peaked and then broke out in a huge grin before putting the journal aside.
“What can I do for you pup? Farkas?”
“Why am I pup?” Vilkas suddenly interjected.
“Because I see you as an adorable pup” Gunnar grinned “And Farkas is well… Farkas”
Farkas grabbed his brother’s arm as the knight tried to retreat and forced him to stand before the old warrior.
“Fine… Gunnar, when was the last time you got any sleep?”
“Two days ago” Gunnar smiled innocently.
“And ate?”
“Two days ago”
“You’re supposed to eat and sleep EVERY day old man, or are you already getting to the age where you’re forgetting those things?” Vilkas snapped.
“I’m not that old” Gunnar sighed, “Besides, I’m working on a problem”
“Surely this problem can let you take care of yourself,” Farkas said.
“It can, but I feel like I’m really close to a solution”
“No buts” Vilkas said firmly “You’re a Companion, as Companions we are supposed to be the best warriors that Skyrim has to offer and if you’re not at your best”
Gunnar let a warm smile spread across his face.
“You’re not going to let it go are you pup?”
“No”
“Alright, I’ll go get some shut eye” Gunnar relented, getting to his feet.
He looked Vilkas right in the eye
“You’re so cute when you worry about me”
Vilkas blushed a bright red
“I was no worried! Alea has been the one”
“I get it pup” Gunnar grinned.
He picked up several of the journals, two of the books and one of the bottles of mead and tucked them under one arm.
“These are for later”
He picked for two of the other bottles and handed them over to Farkas who took them with a slightly confused look.
“Those are yours”
Then he turned back to the still slightly flustered knight. He placed a hand on Vilkas’ shoulder and looked his dead in the eye. The older Nord smiled and the knight couldn’t register the since of dread before that hand on his shoulder was suddenly behind his head and yanking him forward.
Their lips crashed together for but a second before Gunnar let go
“That was mine and I’m off to bed” Gunnar grinned wildly before turning to Farkas “Oh yeah, tell Alea when I wake up I’ll be willing and able to go hunting with her and Skjor”
And with that he left, leaving the frozen knight and a very confused Farkas.
“Ah, Vilkas? Are you alright?”
If only he knew
Re: Old Scales 30/?
Date: 2013-03-02 06:48 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 30/?
Date: 2013-03-05 05:02 am (UTC)YOU'RE A KILLING ME A!A!!!
Old Scales 31/?
Date: 2013-03-05 11:25 pm (UTC)“I’ll go on in ahead, try to scatter their attention and then you two come in behind me and strike when their confused” Skjor said.
“That’s suicide and you know it old man” Gunnar said.
“Well, what’s your plan then, older man?” Skjor asked, glaring at Gunnar through the darkness.
“Hmm… we could draw them outside with a distraction, pick them off as they funnel out the doors” Gunnar suggested.
“And what about the people deep inside the fort?” Skjor shot back.
“We’ll make it loud” Gunnar grinned.
“Skjor is right Gunnar” Alea finally piped in “If we get them confused it will be easier for the two of us to go through and deal with them”
“Sigh… fine but you’re going to get yourself killed” Gunnar sighed with fatherly disappointment “So remember to duck”
“Don’t know how, but I’ll think of something” Skjor said before unsheathing his sword “I’ll be back”
Skjor jumped out from behind the trees and charged the fort. Silver Hand members yelled warnings as the old Companion came charging through, killing one of two before heading forward into the fort. Alea and Gunnar watching as he ran, wondering if they’d ever see him again.
“Alright lass, let’s make this count” Gunnar said, unsheathing his sword.
~*~
Vilkas, the miserable little knight, lay face down in his bed trying to quell his blushing as his mind kept repeating the kiss with Gunnar.
It had only lasted a second, and was probably done more as a joke then anything, but his mind kept going back to the small details that happened within that one second.
How warm the older Nord’s lips were against his own, the roughness from them being slight chapped, the slight prickle of the man’s stubble as it brushed against his cheek and the overwhelming wave of Gunnar's natural smell from him being so close. And the shock of it was overwhelming and electric, addicting, and he wanted it again and again.
But he couldn't get flustered by that perverted old man! It had to be another of his teases, another way to watch him squirm. There was no way that a delicious older man like him would be interested in men, let alone someone as young and experienced as the knight. Damn it, and not after Vilkas had made it quite clear that he wasn't interested.
He sighed into his pillow and wished everything was as easy as fighting off bandits or the creatures of Skyrim's wilds.
Knock, knock
"What?" Vilkas groaned loudly into his pillow.
Whoever it was just opened the door and came in anyway, leading Vilkas to believe that it was his brother because no one else would have the audacity to enter his room so boldly.
"Brother?" Farkas asked.
"What?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine"
"Are you sure? You ran off pretty quickly after Gunnar left"
"I'm fine brother"
"You're lying"
"I'm not"
Vilkas heard Farkas sigh deeply before stepping closer. The knight's bed sunk under additional weight and Vilkas was unceremoniously shoved aside as his brother made room for himself. Soon the brother's lay side by side on the bed, much like they once had when they were much younger.
"What’s wrong brother? You've been acting strange since Gunnar showed up" Farkas asked his brother.
"I haven't" Vilkas defended hastily.
"You avoid him at all costs, you get flustered every time Gunnar speaks, and you've been unusually quiet and irritable ever since" Farkas noted "And I know you're the smart one, but even I've noticed"
"You wouldn't understand" Vilkas sighed.
"So make me smart breeches" Farkas said, playfully punching his brother.
"...I'm...I...it's too embarrassing" Vilkas muttered.
"What? The old man got some dirt on you or something?"
"No..."
"Then what?"
"It's nothing brother"
"To oblivion it's not! Brother please, tell me what's wrong?" Farkas snapped, smacking his brother upside the head.
Vilkas sighed deeply into the pillow and then lifted his head to look his brother in the eyes.
"I" He started.
Old Scales 31b/?
Date: 2013-03-05 11:29 pm (UTC)"You heard that right?"
The twins were up and on their feet in seconds and rushing up the stairs. The twins rushed for the front doors and threw them back.
It had been raining hard outside, not quite thundering but hard enough to make it look black and bleak outside. They twins peered through the thick veil of night and rain and saw two figures approaching Jorvashkr. As they approached they saw that one was holding the other up, or rather dragging their limp form along.
"Help, please!"
They got closer and the twins saw that it was Gunnar and Skjor and both had red rain dripping off them.
"What happened?" Farkas asked they approached.
"Help"
Vilkas stopped and saw that it wasn't rain pouring down Gunnar's face, but mostly tears from his good eye, his handsome face contoured in agony.
"Gunnar?" Vilkas asked.
Gunnar got closer, working his way up the steps and the twins saw the reason for the old warrior's pain.
There was a sword and several arrows jutting from Skjor's chest. And the old Companion wasn't limp... he was dead.
(Skjor's death made me bawl, who knew that a punch of pixels could do that to someone? Anyway, I'm booked for the rest of the week but I'll try and post this weekend, until then laters)
Re: Old Scales 31b/?
Date: 2013-03-06 12:14 pm (UTC)*sob sob sob*
Plz plz plz bring him back to life!! *wibble*
(Like that glitch thingy that brings him back to jorvaskr after he died.)
WAAAAHH jorvaskr is not the same without SKJOOOORRRRRRR *SOB*
Re: Old Scales 31b/?
Date: 2013-03-07 04:29 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 31b/?
Date: 2013-03-07 09:21 pm (UTC)Old Scales 32/?
Date: 2013-03-09 02:11 am (UTC)No… for the first time in many years Jorvashkr was silent.
The great mead hall was silent as the heavy rain pounded against the roof. The sheer silence that emitted from the hall made all the citizens in Whiterun on edge and nervous. Not a night had gone by where loud and boisterous noises couldn’t be heard from the old hall. Too hear it so silent…
It grew so disconcerting that a few of the citizens actually ventured towards Jorvashkr, wearing thick cloaks to shield themselves from the rain. However when they got the front doors they saw that the doors were open and no one could be seen in the main hall. However the citizens saw that there was a trail of watered down blood that led to the Skyforge. Following it they found all the Companions there.
None of the Companions had cloaks to keep the rain off their backs, letting the cold droplets ran down their bodies and saddened faces, dripping with war paint, as they surrounded the Skyforge. The oldest Companions, Kodlak, Gunnar and then the old forge master Eorlund were standing the closest. Gunnar and Eorlund were adding something to the Skyforge from small red dishes that made the fire glow a near white hot.
No one dared tread up more than half the steps, fearing to tread on the ritual though they had no clue to what they were doing.
“Bring the body forward” Someone said.
Farkas, the larger of the twins came forward holding a very large, strangely object wrapped in thick cloth and linen. Black tears rolled down his cheeks as his war paint dripped down in rivulets and he strode forward with the strange object. He sniffed miserably down at the thing as he handed it off to Gunnar. Gunnar took the object and carefully tossed into the fire.
Despite the harsh rain, the object caught fire immediately and started burning with a foul stench that was reminiscent of burning flesh, burnt alchemic ingredients and burning cloth.
“Today we commit this soul to Sovngarde” The voice was calm, deep and rich but colored with incredible sadness and age “His life has been filled with honor and glory in battle and we beg the Nine to commit him to the hall of the other great warriors and not the cursed realm of the cursed prince of the hunt”
The prayer was lost on the civilians, but as the fires consumed the body, all the Companions lowered their heads in lament.
~*~
Gunnar had only allowed himself a moment of sadness before he took the authority of a father.
He prepared Skjor’s body for cremation, informed Kodlak of the sad news, and helped Eorlund gather enough fire salts to get the fire hot enough to burn even with the rain. He even said the rites of passage for the old Companion during his cremation.
When the funeral was over he ushered everyone inside. While Kodlak and Eorlund warmed their old bones by the fires, Gunnar made sure that Alea, Farkas, Athis, Ria, Njada, Tovar and Vilkas all got dried and got to bed.
He sat with Alea as she sobbed and wailed miserably, wiping away remnants of her war paint from her face and stroking her back with each agonized scream. And when she had cried herself to sleep he tucked her in, doused the lights in her room and then went to check up on the whelps. While they weren’t nearly attached to Skjor as the older members they were still heart broken by the loss of one of their own and he sat with them for awhile, speaking calmly and soothingly until they went to bed before checking up on the twins.
Farkas and taken a bedroll and was in Vilkas’ room. The twins didn’t want to be alone, and it made it easier for the old warrior to find them both.
“There you are” He said as he entered Vilkas’ room.
The twins had already gotten ready for bed, but both were staring blankly up at the ceiling. Vilkas numbly sat up when Gunnar entered, a small part of him begging for that comfort that the older Nord could provide.
“Are you two alright?” He asked softly.
They both shook their heads.
Old Scales 32b/?
Date: 2013-03-09 02:12 am (UTC)He sighed deeply, unhappily, and just ran his fingers through his short and grey spotted hair. His face seemed to carry another ten years without showing it and his eyes an ocean of torment. And seeing him like that, Vilkas felt obliged to take a seat next to him and his brother.
“It’s… been a long night” Gunnar said after awhile.
Suddenly he slid an arm around each of the twins’ shoulders and pulled them in a bit. Vilkas let his head fall against the older Nord’s shoulders. He inhaled Gunnar’s natural scent and let it calm his agitated wolf.
Soon the knight found tears flowing down his face and sobs wracking his chest and then he felt the full force of Skjor’s lose hit him.
The old Companion had been part of his life for so long. He had been a friend and mentor and now he was dead because of a foolish mistake.
So the knight cried for his lost friend.
(alright… some sadness but Skjor’s death was sad ;__; Anyway I plan to finish this up before I hit post 50, so here I go!)
Re: Old Scales 32b/?
Date: 2013-03-09 07:38 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 32b/?
Date: 2013-03-09 07:47 pm (UTC)I do wonder if at some point is Aela going to be unhappy with Gunnar commending Skjor's soul to Sovngarde rather than the hunting grounds?
Old Scales 33/?
Date: 2013-03-13 12:49 am (UTC)Not so strangely, Vilkas found the fatherliness rather appealing and as much as he wanted to deny it, his morning wood didn't. Gods damned he had a problem, namely the one current snoring softly and holding him close and he needed to get away from before said problem noticed that he was a problem. Gods, he didn't need to be teased anymore than usual.
The knight slowly, as not to disturb the old warrior, tried to sit up. But the arm slung around him was iron clad in strength and no matter how much Vilkas pushed he was kept against the older Nord's chest. And after several tries, Vilkas huffed in defeat and resigned himself to lying where he was and desperately hoping that Gunnar wouldn't notice the erection pressed against his hip or at least that the old warrior would have some sort of decency to not say anything.
Vilkas glanced over to where his brother was to see his twin lying next to the older Nord, using a thick arm as a pillow and sleep rather peacefully. Lucky bastard didn't even seem phased by the situation or the handsome man besides him. Did anything bother his slightly slow but loveable brother?
Gunnar muttered something before curling the arm around Vilkas and dragging the knight effortlessly on top of him much to Vilkas delight/horror, who yelped loud enough in surprise that Vilkas suddenly found himself eyes to eye with a wide awake Gunnar.
The older Nord blinked once and then opened his mouth
"...Morning pup" Gunnar said.
"...morning" Vilkas muttered. He could smell Gunnar's potent natural scent this close and it was far too enticing to be good.
"...I'm sure that this is my vault" Gunnar yawned before letting his arm relax, letting Vilkas roll off the man and move so that the older man wouldn't notice what his presence did to the knight.
Gunnar yawned again and then shifted his other occupied arm, rousing Farkas from his slumber.
"Rise and shine Farkas" Gunnar said rather cheerily.
Farkas mumbled sleepily and sat up, rubbing at the already smeared war paint on his face.
"Someone's rather chipper" He sleepily noted.
"Well, a long time ago someone told me a very great piece of advice" Gunnar said, scratching at his stubble.
"Mourn for the dead for a day before living the rest of your life head strong with their memory in your heart"
Gunnar smiled faintly
"Besides, I think there are some Silver Hand members that deserve a good ass kicking and I can't be depressed to do that"
“You’re going to take revenge against the Silver Hand?” Vilkas asked.
“I wouldn’t say revenge, just knocking them around until they realize that messing with the Companions isn’t healthy” Gunnar smirked brazenly.
“Revenge is never the way” Vilkas said seriously “The Silver Hand will just retaliate”
“Not if they don’t know what hit them” Gunnar smirked.
~*~
Vilkas grew concerned enough to venture an audience with Kodlak. And the old harbinger gladly made time to talk to him.
“What is it Vilkas” Kodlak ventured.
“I… I think Gunnar and a few others are going to seek revenge against the Silver Hand for Skjor’s death” Vilkas said gravely.
Kodlak sighed, showing no signs of shock from hearing this news. The old harbinger sighed deeply, like he knew this was going to happen before rubbing his temples.
“This is… grave news and can only lead to more death” Kodlak groaned.
“What are we going to do Kodlak?” Vilkas asked, concerned.
“I shall speak to Gunnar once he gets back, for now I shall talk to Alea” Kodlak rose to his feet, his old joints popping “But I would like to ask you a favor”
“Anything Harbinger”
“I want you to root out any of the others that also seek revenge and send them my way” Kodlak said
“We must root out this seed of hatred before it causes more grief”
(grrr writer's block...)
Re: Old Scales 33/?
Date: 2013-03-14 07:34 am (UTC)He's probably going to blame Gunnar even more for Kodlak's death.
Either way super excited for the next update.
Also, will I be needing tissues at some point?
Re: Old Scales 33/?
Date: 2013-03-15 08:19 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 33/?
Date: 2013-03-16 02:12 pm (UTC)I can actually see it as possible just very difficult