The smell of fried eggs and sweet rolls encouraged him from the bed though his head was pounding. He took a second to recap the nights events before going downstairs to find Marcurio cooking like The Gourmet.

"Good morning Wol...Farkas. Sorry old habit. Hungry?" Marcurio pointed to the food on the table before turning back to the pot he was stirring.

"You cook?" Farkas was humoured and pleasantly surprised as he bit into the fresh food.

"Have you ever eaten anything of Frenya's? I had no choice but to learn or surely die from poisoning". Marcurio's seriousness caused Farkas to break out in a hard chuckle.

"You two are close, huh?"

A smile tugged at Marcurio's lips as he pulled a small potion bottle from his pocket and handed it to a hesitant Farkas. "It will help your hangover. I know Nords don't trust mages but I assure you it's not poison. It's from Fren's stash."

Farkas eyed the bottle cautiously before drinking the contents of the bottle with a choking gag.

"She is my best friend. Don't laugh, she is something special and I am honored that she would pick me as her confidant" Marcurio took a seat at the table and pushed the food around on his plate.

Farkas felt himeslf cringe at the comment he knew wasn't meant to be a jab. "Do you love her?"

Marcurio chuckled as he took a small bite. "Of course I do. She is amazing but our friendship is nothing like you have suspected."

Guilt punched Farkas in the gut as he thought of his actions towards his brother that resulted in an injured Frenya.

Vilkas sarcastic grin brightened the room as he walked in and surveyed the damage. "Last night I pulled you two apart and now you're playing house? Mages typically aren't my brothers type."

Farkas and Marcurio groaned at the lame attempt at humor before Marcurio offered him a plate that Vilkas happily tore into "Gods Marcurio, why haven't you taught Frenya this?"

Marcurio buried himself in books with a bottle of mead after the twins left. Frenya would have been proud that he kept his head, well for the most part.
He spent his days moping around Breezehome or waiting for orders of spell books and ingredients he had ordered from Arcadia, a local merchant. Vilkas had asked about Irileth briefly not prying when Marcurio said that had been nice while it lasted but it was done. Not having a prying ear made him miss Frenya even more.

He heard the twins sparring in their training yard, Vilkas no doubt trying to keep Farkas distracted.

The days became nights and the nights returned to day as Marcurio waited for a sign of Frenya, a letter, a rumour..anything. He watched Farkas pace the town or drink himself away
at The Bannered Mare. He ran into Vilkas who told him Farkas was not sleeping and the sound of his muffled cries hurt his head.

Frenya, Farkas and Vilkas had promised they would not hunt as Kodlak searched for a cure. They did not express their suffering to each other, they had no need too. It was written on their faces every day.
This Frenya business was setting his twins beast into over drive and there was nothing he could do.
He would not break a promise to Kodlak whether he was dead or alive.

He knew Farkas was in love and he knew he had put up that damn barrier to protect himself from the change he hadn't expected. Farkas liked women, alot of women but usually for only a night before he found another to like again. Frenya was different. Farkas lit up around her, spilling things to her that he had only told his twin and laughing louder than he had in years. Vilkas had even saw Farkas sleeping some nights after she had arrived as if she made his beast calm.

The twins had been close since birth even for twins, they fought together and shared everything with each other but it had taken exhaustion and ale to get Farkas to spill his guts about Frenya.
About his fear of this new emotion and her strength. Her strong will attracted him and made him hesitate at the same time. A woman who had the blood of a dragon yet could make a man twice her twice feel safe surely couldn't be real.

The days and nights blended until time seemed stop. Farkas seemed to be dying. Tilma would sit with him and try to convince him to sip on broth or eat a bit of bread all which he refused. He laid in bed staring at the wall in silence. Vilkas feared his brother would truly die from a broken heart, that he was watching him slip away. Even his large body
seemed to shrink under the stress and refusal to nourish himself.

Vilkas heard the smashing of furniture and a door flinging open followed by loud footsteps. He rolled from his bed barely getting his breeches pulled up before he took off down the hallway. Farkas was wild eyed and sweating as he pounded up the steps not waiting for his brother who grabbed him as he darted towards the door.

"Brother, calm yourself. Whats happened" Vilkas scanned his twin for sign of injury.

"I heard her! Frenya..she talked..Vilkas, I heard her" Farkas's voice was frantic as he tried to slow his breathing and tell his brother he was going to Breezehome.
Vilkas quickly followed listening to the loud thump of Marcurio thinking there was an attacker in the house, no doubt.

Marcurio's eyes were wide eyed and ready for a fight as he raced down the steps, lowering his hands and looking between the twins frantically in confusion.

"My eyes were heavy, I wanted them to close forever. I am sorry, my brother. The pain was too great. I heard her. She called out to me from a field, it was dark
and filled with smoke and she was bleeding. She said I had to..she said she would come back to me if I stayed strong." The Nord showed no shame as tears fell from his face
to the floor.

Marcurio and Vilkas exchanged a confused and tired look before Marcurio spoke "Farkas, you are exhausted and have been starving yourself. I miss her greatly and I to have thought I have heard her voice in the market or in a crowd of people eating."

"NO! This was not a dream.." Farkas stormed out of before either of the two remaining men could say anything.

Marcurio nodded at Vilkas in sympathy as he turned to follow his brother. Weeks were passing since she had left, she would have sent word if she had returned but nothing came. He had started to lose his hope but tried to hold strong, if anyone could do this it would be Frenya.

Farkas avoided everyone for two days after his nightmare, pacing around the living quarters before finally vanishing all together.

Vilkas found Marcurio sitting at the table in Breezehome flicking food around on his plate. Marcurio told him that Farkas had left that morning, that he was doing a job for Frenya but would not elaborate. He had been different since his dream, determined to do something, anything that could help himself be closer to her.
Marcurio said he had stopped by that morning and spent some time her in room but left without saying anything.

"My brother won't do anything stupid. He may not be the smartest man but he won't end his..." Vilkas shook his head to void the thought that came into his mind.