It was odd, the feeling of your head wanting to explode as his brain pounded inside like a drum. He opened his eyes with slow flutter of eyelashes, and when all he saw was blackness, Vilkas immediately sat up and rubbed at them furiously.
“Stop that!” Someone shouted from somewhere far, but clearly in the same room. “If you wish to truly lose your sight, by all means continue.” And Vilkas’ pounding brain immediately recognized the accent.
With a scowl, the Companion touched around and noticed he was currently sitting on a bed. “What did you do to me?” There was no hostility in his tone, but he wasn’t going to go around letting the annoying redhead think he’s okay with being blinded and in the same room as him.
Scoffing, the thief moved around and when he spoke, Vilkas knew he had moved closer. “I didn’t need to do anything, you did this to yourself all on your own.” He felt fingers grab at a bandage on his neck and instantly flinched back, but then relaxed when nothing else happened. “You ran into poisoned spikes. The blindness itself will fade in a couple of hours, but your body will remain weak until the poison runs out of your system.”
Vilkas didn’t say anything and let the thief work on his bandages around his neck. Then his fingers moved to bandages on his shoulder as well. The time passed with both not uttering a single word until the raven-haired man couldn’t keep his curiosity down.
“How come you’re tending to my wounds. I would think you’d want me to drop dead more than anything.”
The fingers working on his shoulder paused for a brief moment before continuing, then the redhead chuckled softly by his ear. “You are correct, lad. But as much as I would find it satisfying for you to drop dead, Thales would kill me right after knowing I let it happen. I don’t know about you,” the thief patted his injured shoulder, making him wince, “but I would not want to be the target of her ferocious temper.”
Vilkas felt weak, his body ached, and at this point he honestly didn’t care about anything, so instead of scowling as he usually does, he laughed at the words of the other man.
“I’m also surprised you can laugh.” The redhead laughed at his own joke and Vilkas smiled without knowing whether the thief was looking at him or not.
“I’m one of the best warriors the Companions have right now, yet I was so—” desperate to find Thales, he though, “sick of this place, I didn’t see the ball of spikes in front of me.”
“Yeah, well, unfortunately for me you’re stuck here until your vision is back. You think I’m joking when I say Thales would kill me if anything happens to you here.” Vilkas laughed at his comment, and shook his head gently, trying not to aggravate his headache.
“Aye, I don’t disagree with you at all. That woman is a little crazy.”
"Crazy is a big understatement." They fell into more comfortable silence, neither knowing what to say without insulting each other.
Once the other man was done with the bandages, he offered a drink or food, but Vilkas declined due to a weird ache in his stomach. He’s never been poisoned before in his life, at least not this way. He’s fought frostbites, and the poison on those is hurtful, but not this dangerous.
THALES ~ 10
It was odd, the feeling of your head wanting to explode as his brain pounded inside like a drum. He opened his eyes with slow flutter of eyelashes, and when all he saw was blackness, Vilkas immediately sat up and rubbed at them furiously.
“Stop that!” Someone shouted from somewhere far, but clearly in the same room. “If you wish to truly lose your sight, by all means continue.” And Vilkas’ pounding brain immediately recognized the accent.
With a scowl, the Companion touched around and noticed he was currently sitting on a bed. “What did you do to me?” There was no hostility in his tone, but he wasn’t going to go around letting the annoying redhead think he’s okay with being blinded and in the same room as him.
Scoffing, the thief moved around and when he spoke, Vilkas knew he had moved closer. “I didn’t need to do anything, you did this to yourself all on your own.” He felt fingers grab at a bandage on his neck and instantly flinched back, but then relaxed when nothing else happened. “You ran into poisoned spikes. The blindness itself will fade in a couple of hours, but your body will remain weak until the poison runs out of your system.”
Vilkas didn’t say anything and let the thief work on his bandages around his neck. Then his fingers moved to bandages on his shoulder as well. The time passed with both not uttering a single word until the raven-haired man couldn’t keep his curiosity down.
“How come you’re tending to my wounds. I would think you’d want me to drop dead more than anything.”
The fingers working on his shoulder paused for a brief moment before continuing, then the redhead chuckled softly by his ear. “You are correct, lad. But as much as I would find it satisfying for you to drop dead, Thales would kill me right after knowing I let it happen. I don’t know about you,” the thief patted his injured shoulder, making him wince, “but I would not want to be the target of her ferocious temper.”
Vilkas felt weak, his body ached, and at this point he honestly didn’t care about anything, so instead of scowling as he usually does, he laughed at the words of the other man.
“I’m also surprised you can laugh.” The redhead laughed at his own joke and Vilkas smiled without knowing whether the thief was looking at him or not.
“I’m one of the best warriors the Companions have right now, yet I was so—” desperate to find Thales, he though, “sick of this place, I didn’t see the ball of spikes in front of me.”
“Yeah, well, unfortunately for me you’re stuck here until your vision is back. You think I’m joking when I say Thales would kill me if anything happens to you here.” Vilkas laughed at his comment, and shook his head gently, trying not to aggravate his headache.
“Aye, I don’t disagree with you at all. That woman is a little crazy.”
"Crazy is a big understatement." They fell into more comfortable silence, neither knowing what to say without insulting each other.
Once the other man was done with the bandages, he offered a drink or food, but Vilkas declined due to a weird ache in his stomach. He’s never been poisoned before in his life, at least not this way. He’s fought frostbites, and the poison on those is hurtful, but not this dangerous.