Vilkas paced in the mead hall, running his hands through his hair. Farkas had been missing for over four hours. Farkas didn't stay away that long unless he had a job some where else. They'd only had a fight.
Farkas threw a chair across the room while the newer Companions cowered in the corner. "You monster!" he shouted as Vilkas dodged the chair, which broke on the wall. "You said you'd help that little girl but all you did was kill her! What's the honor in killing a child?! Huh?!" Vilkas cringed faintly at his brother's words. The child would have turned into a vampire.
There hadn't been shops around and he didn't have a Cure Disease potion on him. So he killed the little girl. But it pissed Farkas off that he didn't at least try to find a way of helping the girl.
Vilkas yelped as Farkas tackled him and started punching him repeatedly. "You. Are. A. Terrible. Person!" Farkas shouted, saying a word with each punch. Vilkas tried, halfheartedly, to defend himself. Farkas was right. He was a terrible person for doing what he did, but he had no choice.
Vilkas finally shoved his twin off and shoved him into the fire pit. Farkas cried out as he hit the still hot coals. He got up quickly and glared at Vilkas. "I hate you." he snarled before storming out.
It was an intense fight, but Vilkas had expected Farkas to come back within an hour saying he was sorry. That' how Farkas was. Sweet. Too sweet for the world, in Vilkas's opinion. "Vilkas?" The man jumped and looked to Aela, who looked worried and sad. "What?" he demanded, mind more focused on his twin. Aela sighed and handed Vilkas a necklace. "Someone found this in the nearby giant camp."
Giant camp? Vilkas took the necklace and felt his heart sink and a weight go into his stomach. It was Farkas's. "No."
"Vilkas?"
"No... No,no, nononononono. No!"
Vilkas ran outside, Aela chasing after him. "Vilkas!" Vilkas ignored the woman and ran out of the city, desperate to find Farkas.
Seven hours of searching, and no luck. Vilkas slumped against a ruined wall, holding the necklace loosely in his hand. Aela sat next to him and muttered out an apology. Vilkas growled. The apology made it sound like Farkas was dead and gone. He'd not smelled his brother's blood at the Giant Camp and he'd not caught wind of Farkas for about three hours. The search was becoming hopeless.
"Vilkas... We should give up." Vilkas suddenly burst into tears. Being separated from a sibling was hard enough, but a twin... It hurt so much emotionally that Vilkas eventually doubled over in physical pain. Aela looked away, fighting her own tears. It was hard watching someone as strong as Vilkas cry on the ground, clutching what they were sure was the last thing they had of Farkas's.
Back at Jorrvaskr, Vilkas trudged down stairs and into his room. He took off his armor then lied down on his bed and covered himself with a fur, still holding onto the bit of jewelry. He layed for what seemed like hours, just thinking about Farkas. Farkas would always pull stunts when they were kids and usually blamed Vilkas. Vilkas groaned when he realized he was going to get no sleep tonight... At least not in his room.
He got up and get across the hall to Farkas's room. Everything in the room was neat, but not really organized. Left over food was still on the desk and the bed was messy. He sighed and shut the door behind him before crawling into the bed where his brother had slept. "Good night, Farkas." Vilkas whispered out into the air.