Hey, I'm back!
For a short minute.
Because on the 31st, I will be watching The Walking Dead marathon on AMC starting at 9am/8CST.
No sleep till it's over. I can do it.
Anyway! This is the first chapter of the short story I wrote on how Vilkas and Cry discovered their love for one another.
Damn, that's cheesy sounding.
Ah, well, here it is anyway! Hope you enjoy!
"I want you to go take care of some bandits just outside of Whiterun. Apparently it's only a small hideout, so you should be able to handle it," Vilkas says with a sneer as he paced in front of the Companions newest Circle member. Cry Silverworthy glares at him as he passed.
"Fine. I'll get right on it, sir," she growls.
"Good. And don't come back until you do. Now, get out of my room," he orders, putting a hand on the doorknob. Cry didn't move however, and instead crosses her arms. Vilkas turns to her, lifting his hand off of the knob and crossing his own arms. "Do you have something to say?"
"You know, sometimes I wonder why you didn't just tell Kodlak I was horrible at fighting and kept me from joining the Companions at all!" Cry yells, finally losing her head. Vilkas scowls at her, his steel gray eyes burning.
"I would never lie to my Harbinger about something like that!"
"At least you wouldn't have to deal with me," she shouts back, standing up off his bed and leaning up on her toes to get in his face. "Just why do you hate me so much?"
"Because I don't know who you are! You have kept everything about yourself a secret from us. Why is that?" Vilkas demands, and Cry glares at him even harder.
"You want to know why? Because I'm the Dragonborn!"
The Companion's eyes widen, and he steps away from her in shock. "Y-you can't be. There hasn't been a Dragonborn in..."
"Well, I am! And I only came to Jorrvaskr to learn how to be a better warrior, because apparently I'm someone who kills dragons and saves people. Something told me that what I already knew wasn't going to be enough, and so I came here to learn. Instead, I get my ass hated on because a stubborn and rude Nord doesn't know who I am!" Cry exclaims, flinging her arms into the air. She turns around, crossing them over her chest and looking at the floor. In a much quieter tone, she says, "I don't want our relationship to stay like this."
Vilkas releases a breath and steps closer to her. "Cry, I'm sorry. I had no idea that's who you were. If I did-"
She flips around, anger returning to her blue-gray eyes. "You would have what? Respected me? Been kinder? Well, that's great, Vilkas. To bad you can't go back and fix it!"
"Will you shut up for two seconds?" Vilkas demands, towering above the short female.
"No, I won't! You know why? Because all I can do is Shout!" Cry hisses, glowering up at him.
"No, its not! You can fight," Vilkas argues.
Cry doesn't respond, and the two glare at each other for a moment. Then, without any warning, she reaches up and pulls his face down to hers, planting her lips on his. Vilkas didn't know how to react, but he knew for sure that, after feeling her lips against his, and realizing how good it felt, that he didn't want to pull away.
Cry didn't, either. She suddenly felt every feeling at once, was hot and cold at the same time. The female warrior pressed herself against the Nord Companion, her lips hungering for his.
Suddenly, though, she realizes what she had done, and rips away from him, practically leaping across the room. Both of them were breathing heavily, and they stared at each other for a moment. Finally, without saying anything, Cry hurries out of the room, the door shutting behind her, leaving a very bewildered Vilkas alone.
He stood in silence, wondering what in the name of Talos had just happened, until the door opened slowly and revealed Farkas, who had his eyebrow raised questioningly. "Vilkas, what's going on?" The Nord moves into the room, closing the door behind him before he moves to his bed and sits down on it, beginning to pull of his steel boots. "I saw Cry run out of here, and then the door to the Whelps room closed rather loudly." He looks up when Vilkas doesn't reply, and Farkas notices the blank look on his twin's face. "Vilkas?"
The Companion doesn't acknowledge his brother, but instead blinks before his hand raises to touch his lips. Finally, he turns his gray gaze to his sibling and says, "Farkas, I think I'm falling in love with a dragon."
(*)
"No. No, no, no!" Cry scolded herself as she paced across the small space in the whelps bedroom. "You are not crossing that line. That is a forbidden line that no one should step over."
But she knew that she had already crossed it. She had kissed Vilkas, and that was it. And now…
She paused in her step. What exactly was going to happen now? Vilkas hadn't pulled away. Maybe he had… liked it?
She shook her head. There was no way possible he had liked her kissing him. He hated her. Right? She lets out a noise of annoyance and fell backwards onto the bed behind her. Why was he so hard to read?
"Cry, are you okay?" She heard a familiar voice outside the door, and she sighs.
"Yeah, Farkas. I'm okay. Don't worry about me." The door opens, and Farkas, dressed in a simple brown outfit, sticks his torso into the room, looking around for her. When he finally spots her on the bed, he shakes his head sadly and enters the room fully, closing the door behind him.
"It's my job to worry. You're my friend," he tells her, sitting down next to her on the bed. She groans and pulls herself to a sitting position. Turning to look at Farkas, she realizes that she needed to tell someone, and so the story pours out, Farkas watching her intently the whole time.
Finally, when she had finished, she leans back against the wall. "I don't know what to do, Farkas. I don't know whether to tell him, to apologize… Should I leave and not come back?"
"Definitely not the last one," the Companion beside her replies. He leans back as well. "You certainly told me a lot more than Vilkas did."
"You already talked to Vilkas?" Cry asks. When Farkas nods, she straightens and grabs onto his arm. "What did he say? Did he talk about the kiss? Did he say if he liked it? What happened?!"
Farkas pulls his arm from her grasp. "I can't say! He knew I would tell you, so he swore me to secrecy." A slow smile spreads across his face. "But you didn't!"
Before she can stop him, Farkas springs off the bed and races to the door. "Farkas, no!" she yells, scrambling off the bed and running after him. She reaches the door just as Farkas made it too Vilkas', and the Nord was pulling open the bedroom door just in time to see his brother tackled down by Cry. He watches as she covers Farkas' mouth with both hands. Smiling apologetically, she climbs to her feet, pulling Farkas up along with her, and then drags him away from Vilkas' bedroom back to the whelps' room.
She kicks the door shut behind them and allows Farkas too pull away from her. "What was that about?" he demands, straightening up.
"I'm not going to just let you tell him what I said!" she exclaims.
"But Cry, it'll make everything better, trust me!" he replies, trying to get past her to the door. She stands in front of him, pushing him back.
"No! Don't you understand? You can't say anything."
"But why?" Farkas asks, and Cry sighs, looking down at the floor.
"I can't get attached to anyone," she says quietly. Farkas looks at her, brow furrowed. "I can't form relationships that I might not be able to return too."
"Return to from what?"
"I told you before. I'm here to prepare for anything I have to do as a Dragonborn. Once I think I'm good enough, I'm leaving to continue the fight against Alduin, the World Eater. Even if everything is okay, and Vilkas starts to treat me different, I can't form a bond with him, because I might not come back," she tells him sadly.
Farkas sighs. "Cry, Vilkas said that-"
Cry shakes her head and puts a finger against Farkas' lips. "I don't want to know. Like I said, I can't get attached." She turns away from him and pushes open the door. "I have to go clear out a bandit hideout for him. I'll see you later."
She leaves the room, leaving Farkas alone. His shoulders droop as he watches her walk up the stairs to the mead hall, and then he hears a door open. He turns to see Vilkas walking down the hall towards him, and then joins his brother in the doorway. "Did you find anything out?" Vilkas asks.
Farkas snorts. "Yeah, I did." He scoots out of the doorway and starts to walk towards their bedroom once more. Vilkas follows on his heels.
"Well, what did she say?"
Farkas turns to look at him. "No relationships, or bonds. She says she might not come back."
"Come back from what?" Vilkas demands.
Farkas stops in the doorway to the bedroom. "Her fight against the black dragon."
Vilkas pauses to think for a moment, and then looks at his brother again. "So, she's going to leave?"
"Once she thinks she's good enough to fight dragons all the time, yes," Farkas answers.
"And… she might not come back," the Companion concludes slowly, and his twin nods. Vilkas collapses against the wall. "Why didn't I ask her before?"
"Because you were a stubborn ass who decided to ignore her as much as you could. And now you're opportunity is gone," Farkas responds simply, and then shuts the door to the room. Vilkas sighs, his head shaking as he drops it into his hands.
"What was I thinking? She's been right in front of me this whole time, and I completely discarded her like she was old snow." He slides down the wall to a sitting position. "Why didn't I see her before?"
This just in! I created a character on Saints Row III that looks like Booker DeWitt from BioShock Infinite. Because Troy Baker's voice on one of the male voice options.
Troy Baker's voice makes me hue.
Just sayin'.
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Also, I wanted to say thanks to all of you people who keep reviewing and favoriting my stufe. It really makes me happy to know that you guys enjoy my writing and want to see more of it.
HAPPY DAYS.
Anyway, the next chapter will be up tomorrow, so look for that. Love you friends.
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