Eyes Opened

You can do that?

You stood there in the dark pub, staring at the elf before you covered in robes. She had just finished explaining the procedure as well as her price. Your nerves were shot, up until now they were put on the back burner, having Farkas to distract you, Vilkas to give you some sort of conversation, even if he was rude. Thoughts hit you like a wave- the apology was sweet. Still your brain focused now on the task at hand, in spite of the distraction. You cleared your throat. "Young woman, did you hear me?"

"I did..." You answered, albeit nervously. "I'm sorry I just- Well it's complicated. I love my face I'm doing this out of a need. I need to be a new person."

The artist smiled, nodding. "I'd be nervous if you weren't. It is safe. I use magic and tools. I don't have to change anything you don't wish me to. I'm very good at my craft, I can make you a vision to behold. I can permanently change your hair color, your eyes... your smile."

"M.. My eyes." The nerves in your voice were apparent. Vilkas coughed, before he took a step forward. The man reached out hesitantly. He pulled back after a moment, nearly having grabbed your hand. Farkas looked to his brother, watching his comfort level tank as well. The boys' eyes met, before Vilkas nodded, enveloped your hand with his own. You blinked, eyes darting down to your hand.

"Be strong. You knew what had to be done. This will take a few days, right? I'll stay here. Farkas you can go back and tell the others. We will head back once she's able to walk." Farkas nodded. Vilkas looked right into your eyes. He was smiling, that comforted you to no end. "You're stronger than you look, right?" He chuckled a little. "If not you wouldn't have even thought of this."

You felt a little more calm, his chuckle was endearing. "Are you calling me crazy?" Your timid voice nearly cracked.

He shook his head. "No!" Your hands fell apart, Vilkas rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm saying you're brave to even consider it, let alone come here to go through with it. Take a few deep breaths, she's a professional." Vilkas nodded firmly before his eyes met yours, a smile on his lips. When you really looked, got past his abrasive outside he was sweet. "But your eyes... it would uh- be a shame to change them. Consider the hair first, then your features. You're eyes though- so big, a deep color. They're striking."

Farkas chuckled. "I think what my brother is trying to say is they're beautiful. I think so too."

You blushed brightly, glancing to Farkas. He was adorable but Vilkas was something else, he somehow gave you confidence. "Thank you, Farkas." Your eyes looked back to Vilkas with a hint of a smile. "So I imagine saying things along those lines hurt you? Well, I won't make you repeat it then. Thank you."

The artist cleared her throat. "Recovery will take a few days... But you should be up and about in twelve hours, just not at full strength. Shall we talk about what we're going to do?" You nodded before she looked to the others. "It will take about 4 hours. Come back around then, she should be good. Now please leave, lest you disrupt my work. "