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↳ vilkas | drowsy evenings

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YOU SAT AT the dinner table, watching the bubbles dance around in your mead. Sticking your index finger into the golden brew, you swirled it around slowly. You bit your finger, licking up any of the beverage that remained on it. The honeyed taste trickled down the back of your throat, creating a tingling sensation in your mouth.

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The sun was high up in the sky that day - its heat bearing down on your neck and shoulders as you trained in the yard behind the hall. In the early morning mist you were practising your aim with a bow, and after lunch you switched to blocking your opponent's weapon with your own. All the strain on your shoulders left you hunched over the dining table in the early evening, letting your warm mead run through your aching muscles.

Suddenly, someone's hands touched your shoulders (a blessing sent directly from Talos himself), rubbing their rough fingertips along your back and arms soothingly.

'Hey Vilky,' you greeted, not even needing to turn your head.

'Hello~' he said in return, poking his head around your neck by your face. You pecked his flushed cheek and nuzzled your nose into his neck sleepily. 'What are you doing, sleepy head?' he chuckled as he pulled a chair over to sit beside you.

'Drinking my mead...alone...' you answered, the words dragged out by your tiredness. Drumming your fingers slowly against the tabletop, you leaned backwards in your chair and looked over at Vilkas. The Nord looked back at you, a quizzical expression moulded onto his face.

You continued to look at him.

He continued to look at you.

'...What do you want?' Vilkas sighed, resting his cheek on his large palm. Maintaining your gaze, you huddled up in a little ball in your chair - mead stood forgotten on the table.

'You know...' you mumbled innocently.

Without further ado, Vilkas heaved himself up from his seat and stood beside you. Holding you arms up like a baby - a cute smile spreading across your lips - you let him pick you up.

'Better now?' Vilkas chuckled and you nodded sleepily, him swinging you back and forth in his arms as he walked. From your perch in Vilkas's arms - you could really appreciate the spirited feeling of achievement seeing all the weapons and trophies lining the walls. However, the warm air of the Jorrvaskr living quarters rushing between your bare toes swept your mind clean of thoughts of adventures and combat. The comforting environment of the rooms beneath the hall always made you feel drowsy and comfortable - not energised and daring. It was a family-like sensation that folks outside the Companions never knew existed. It was strange to sometimes think that people may see you as heartless fighters who earned good coin and strong mead and nothing more...

But your day-dreaming was abruptly interrupted by a certain someone throwing you onto the bed in your chamber. The frame wheezed under your weight, and with you fearing it could break under the stress, you jumped right back up and into Vilkas.

'Oh my-!' but Vilkas didn't even have time to catch himself as he fell over backwards into the shelf - taking you with him. Vases, pots, jewellery, daggers, sweetrolls... the whole lot came down. It was like the Battle of Whiterun all over again - things were flying everywhere and you literally couldn't see anything but Athis' customised bracelet collection on your face.

Suddenly, you could hear thundering footsteps travelling down the hall and into the room. Aela's voice rang out from the hoots of laughter of the others.

'Having too much fun, lovebirds?' she chortled. Vilkas sniggered and punched your arm playfully as you sunk deeper into the pile of belongings in anguish.

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