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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on May 22, 2014 11:53:44 GMT
"You know damn well I meant you, Ced-ric."
Oh, playing off his speech? It was so on.
"And how do I know you didn't--well, you know. How can you prove that?"
That was a point Cedric had yet to work out. He could probably figure out something, but his earlier state of confusion had given him no thinking ti-
"Because I know Cedric doesn't fancy me, he fancies Ade Alvadottir. So there."
"I-Yeah. That. Wait-"
"Oh-I urm...er...I probably wasn't meant to say that around you...Oh. ...sorry."
The Vetr had taken a step away from Athie and was currently looking somewhere between rather askance and entirely horrified as he tried to put together what had just happened.
"So...you haven't-?"
"No!"
"You're just-"
"Friends. ...right?"
"Yes we're friends but--I--How the hell did you know tha-" Ced broke off as he realized he'd admitted it was true. "I mean--NO I DON'T!"
And now I'm blushing. Just wonderful.
Ignoring the fact that Puck was giving him a look somewhere along the lines of a cynically raised eyebrow and an "mmhmm, really" type of deal, Cedric marched on in his campaign of denial.
He turned away from them, crossed his arms, and turned up his nose. "I do not fancy Ade. Just because she has blue hair and is a Drakonrhedi does not mean that I like her. At all. I don't like her, actually. Which is why she's my partner of missions. Yes. Because it's not like I arranged that or anything. All Vetr Niflhason's fault. He's in charge of partners, and I have no power to control that."
Puck gave an unimpressed rumble.
Ced turned on his drake with a scowl. "Shut up, you."
The drake gave another rumble.
"I don't! End of story. We are partners and that is it." He moved his hands in a quick line, as if he were cutting something off. Ignore the fact that you're blushing, ignore the fact that you're blushing, ignore the fact that you're blushing...
Wait a moment. Partners could also mean romanti-
"But not in that way! We just. Hang out together sometimes. Mostly it involves behemoth killing."
The Vetr was now denying the existence of a crush to a drake who could not speak and was instead simply making bemused rumbles at him as he blushed horribly.
| Tags: Vilkas FallonkreathInspiration: ced Notes: yeah have a sucky post i kinda just fluffed most of that by being like 'yeah awkward ced woot' |
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Post by Vilkas Fallonkreath on May 22, 2014 13:34:55 GMT
"Yes we're friends but--I--How the hell did you know tha- I mean--NO I DON'T!"
Athuraadd flinched at Cedric's outburst, hands rising a little as if going to protect his face from some expected impact. Of course, he knew Cedric wouldn't really strike him, but it was in his nature to instinctively cower when tensions were high. A sound not unlike a squeak left his voicebox as he swallowed hard and looked timidly up at the fretting Cedric, "I..er..overheard a couple of people talking on the Drakornborg. I-I wasn't sure if maybe...I thought perhaps they were only joking...I didn't realise it was true." In reality, Athie believed the little nugget of information he'd managed to acquire was simply gossip, and he'd only used it with the mindset that it would get Vilkas off their backs. But judging from Cedric's reaction, there seemed to be some truth in it. Athie may have been naive, but he wasn't a total idiot.
"I do not fancy Ade. Just because she has blue hair and is a Drakonrhedi does not mean that I like her. At all. I don't like her, actually. Which is why she's my partner of missions. Yes. Because it's not like I arranged that or anything. All Vetr Niflhason's fault. He's in charge of partners, and I have no power to control that."
Throughout this, Athie nodded frantically, even though at times he had absolutely no idea what Ced was talking about. Judging by his urgent speech and floundering disposition, he seemed to be making excuses, which only furthered the belief that Athie had actually been onto something. He noticed the Vetr turning a bright shade of pink, and one corner of the littler Viking's lips twitched a little as he tried desperately to suppress a giggle. Amusement aside, he found himself sympathizing with Cedric, as it was with a numb realization he knew exactly how Cedric felt.
Cedric whirled round to address Puck, who too seemed doubtful of the Vetr's excuses, and while rider and beast conversed, Vilkas had somehow managed to gingerly take ahold of Athie's wrist (while staying as far as he could from the drake, of course) and yank him away from the duo, taking both his shoulders and both hands and stooping down a little so their faces were level with each other. "This guy...is a Vetr?" Vilkas whispered in disbelief. Athie gave a nervous nod in response. His brother released a puff of air. "Could've fooled me." "I think he did." "Shut up, Athie." There was a pause, with the two brothers staring crossly back at one another. Then suddenly Athie giggled, and then Vilkas broke into gentle laughter as well, and suddenly all feelings of anger were ebbing away, overcome by the relief and warmth of family finding one another. Before Athie could stop him, his older brother had him locked in a strong embrace, and he let out a muffled yelp, surprised by the sudden show of affection. Nevertheless, he hugged back, his joy of having just a tiny slice of home with him right now evident by the huge grin on his face.
This done, Vilkas quickly released Athie, as if remembering his stoic, brotherly position towards the younger but took the opportunity to survey Athie, just to check he hadn't injured himself in any way. There was a worn-looking bandage on his wrist, but asides from that, he seemed unharmed. Then suddenly the thought of Cedric popped back into his brain and slowly he turned his head around to the other man, an evidently guilty expression on his face, "I...urm...I apologise, for the whole 'punching you in the face' thing... You got to understand that if anything happened to Athie-" The smaller Fallonkreath rolled his eyes, "Oh gods, Vilkas, you're so embarrassing." "I mean it. If anything happened to him, well, you saw what I did." He gestured limply to Cedric's eye, arm falling immediately after. He sucked in his lips, trying to avoid the Vetr's gaze simply out of embarrassment, "That said, he seems relatively fond of you, so I take it you must've been looking after him in some way." This time, he did look up at Cedric, a genuine smile of appreciation beginning to appear on his lips, "On behalf of the Fallonkreath family, you have our thanks."
Not being one to delve too far into sentimental matters, Vilkas quickly shook himself, as if to regain his sense of brashness, "But, just for the record, you're not fooling anyone, Cedric." A dark smirk replaced the once gentle smile, "Whoever this Ade woman is, she had better watch herself, having you on her trail." Athie tittered a little; he knew exactly where his brother was going with this. Any other time, he would've tried to stop him, but he had to admit- he'd missed this. Vilkas opened his mouth to speak again, trying desperately to ignore his brother's giggling, but his lopsided grin was betraying him. "I don't think you really know how your undying love, do you?" Vilkas suddenly gave his brother a playful nudge, "I think you dodged a bullet here, Athie, not going for this guy." Athie spluttered, but he laughed loud nonetheless. "Typical Drakonrhedi," Vilkas continued, tutting with mock-disapproval, "All work and no play. I bet you wouldn't even know what to do with a naked woman." "Oh gods- Vilkas- please, shut up!" Athie laughed, holding onto his brother's shoulder as if he was going to fall over. In truth, he felt a little bad for Cedric, being the victim of the two brothers' jesting, but then again, he could pretend it was payback for the whole 'false identity' thing.
The two of them laughed together, before Vilkas suddenly looped an arm around his smaller brother's torso and pulled him into his side and jostled him playfully, "And what about you, little brother? Got your eye on anyone?"
Honestly! A moment ago Vilkas had just punched a man for thinking he'd been with Athie, and now he was actively encouraging a relationship. Athuraadd really didn't get siblings sometimes, and it didn't help that the question took him completely off guard. His laughter died away into a nervous sounding titter and he weakly gulped, trying to keep the smile on his face from faltering. "I-er, well, I-"
Tags: Cedric Vyrrson Inspiration: NONE 'CAUSE IT STARTED THUNDERING OVER HERE AND TEAPOT GOT REALLY SCARED SO THE LAST BIT IS A LIL RUSHED. Notes: Poor Ced. He should get pay back.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on May 23, 2014 23:57:13 GMT
"I..er..overheard a couple of people talking on the Drakornborg. I-I wasn't sure if maybe...I thought perhaps they were only joking...I didn't realise it was true."
Cedric's eyes widened and jaws slackened in a look of abject horror. This was not good. How the hell could members of the Drakonrhedi know such a well-kept secret? It wouldn't be long before Ade figured out, and then--
"Oh gods," he whispered. But quickly, back to the subject at hand.
Vilkas appeared to be apologizing. That was nice. "I...urm...I apologise, for the whole 'punching you in the face' thing... You got to understand that if anything happened to Athie-"
Ced waved it away as the older brother continued. "I don't blame you. I would do the same if I thought my brother was in danger.... although I'd probably involve a lot more-" he paused, brought up a hand, and pulled an imaginary trigger, "-gunny things. So I suppose I'm lucky in that regard."
The Vetr turned to Puck. "I should also apologize for Mister Puck's overreaction. He's a good drake, but that doesn't always mean he wants to be polite."
"On behalf of the Fallonkreath family, you have our thanks."
A smile curved Cedric's lips. "You're welcome. I'm sorry he got injured at all--but I think that's healed now, and I suppose that it could have been worse. His, uh, wrist, I mean. Some viking decided he wanted to pick on Athie. Well, multiple, but only the one actually hurt him." He laughed sheepishly. "Sorry."
Just as he was beginning to breathe easier in regards to the conversation topic, however, it was switched back again by Vilkas's natural perversions.
"But, just for the record, you're not fooling anyone, Cedric. Whoever this Ade woman is, she had better watch herself, having you on her trail."
Ced cringed. "I--"
"I don't think you really know how your undying love, do you? I think you dodged a bullet here, Athie, not going for this guy."
"Well, no, but I don't need to, friends are fun-"
"Typical Drakonrhedi. All work and no play. I bet you wouldn't even know what to do with a naked woman."
The Vetr looked horrified. "Well, cover her up, of course!"
Probably not the answer that Vilkas would give, but Cedric was not nearly as promiscuous as Vilkas was. It was probably, to be truthful, what the Vetr would do with any naked person--he wasn't about to discriminate when it came to naked people. They could all get clothed before he died of awkward situations, as he made or ran into enough of those on his own.
"And what about you, little brother? Got your eye on anyone?"
"I-er, well, I-"
Cedric may have been incredibly awkward but he knew his way around social interactions. And Athie was in the exact same situation as he, apparently.
"Maybe you should give lessons to your brother before you try and teach me, Vilkas," he replied. "He seems to be in a bit of a situation." He glanced over at the older Fallonkreath. "But don't worry about his safety. I'll let my agents know of his name, and then if worst comes to worst, he'll have asylum in our safehouses and the backup of my agents."
He crossed his arms with a smile. "But in the mean time, who's the lucky person, Athie?"
Puck rumbled and nudged Ced's shoulder. The Vetr blinked. "Oh, right. Would you both care to come in for a drink?"
| Tags: Vilkas FallonkreathInspiration: ehahah... Notes: wow ok that sucks i am so sorry tpot apparently my muse is like "newp still dead" |
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Post by Vilkas Fallonkreath on May 24, 2014 19:47:01 GMT
"I don't blame you. I would do the same if I thought my brother was in danger.... although I'd probably involve a lot more gunny things. So I suppose I'm lucky in that regard."
Vilkas breathed a sigh of quiet relief, happy that his apology had been accepted. "Just thank your stars Athie hadn't been born a girl and you'd knocked her up, otherwise I might've have just snicked your head off." He gave a quick chortle, then realised his somewhat ill-humoured joke might've been taken seriously, and his laughter fell somewhat flat. He saw Athie roll his eyes out the corner of his vision. All joking aside, he and Cedric had a common cause in protecting family, and there were flashes of affection in the other man's eyes that Vilkas could easily pick up on, him playing the part of the older, protective brother himself.
"I should also apologize for Mister Puck's overreaction. He's a good drake, but that doesn't always mean he wants to be polite."
At this, Vilkas cleared his throat, trying to rid his demeanor of all nerves when the subject of the drake came up but he couldn't help turning his head away slightly, "Don't worry about it." he returned quickly, almost in a mumble. Athie leaned forward and 'helpfully' interjected. "He has a phobia of drakes." "I have a slight apprehension of them." Vilkas countered sternly, with pinched brows. Athie nodded sweetly, but Vilkas could tell from his expression that he didn't believe him. Vilkas turned back to Cedric, to try and explain himself before -gods forbid- the other man thought he was some sort of weakling. "I had a bad experience with a drake a couple of years ago." "One bit him the arse once when he tried to flirt with its rider." "YES OK. Thank you, Athuraadd."
"You're welcome. I'm sorry he got injured at all--but I think that's healed now, and I suppose that it could have been worse. His, uh, wrist, I mean. Some viking decided he wanted to pick on Athie. Well, multiple, but only the one actually hurt him. Sorry."
Vilkas raised his eyebrows and his eyes widened a little as he turned to his little brother, "You been picking fights, baby brother?" He was in disbelief, but there was an element of expectant glee on his features too. Athie shook his head quickly and opened his mouth to speak, but Vilkas cut him off with a click of the tongue, "Talk about growing a pair, Athie." He turned back to Cedric, "Thank you, again. I'm sure he probably come away with more than a sprained wrist if you hadn't been there. If there's anything I, or the Fallonkreath family can do, let us know." He reached out and playfully tousled Athie's hair, "It's the least with can do to repay you for looking after our ickle wickle angel."
"Well, cover her up, of course!"
Vilkas furrowed his brow, face creasing into a gentle frown, like he honestly couldn't believe what Cedric was saying. Could a man really be that clueless? "Alright, there are several answers you could've given me." There was a pause, "That was the wrong answer." He tilted his head to the side, like a confused puppy. An overgrown, hairy Viking puppy, "Have you never pictured this Ade woman naked? Not once?"
"Maybe you should give lessons to your brother before you try and teach me, Vilkas. He seems to be in a bit of a situation."
Vilkas looked down at his fumbling baby brother, who'd resorted to furiously biting his lip. It was safe to say Athie had no idea how to handle emotions at the best of times, but Vilkas hadn't expected this sort of reaction at all. He was a little surprised, but also quite curious as well. Just what exactly had this lad been up to during his trip? Perhaps Vilkas needed to take some time away from the clan - it seemed like a lot of a fun. Before Vilkas could ask Athie who this person might happen to be (because there so definitely was a person), Cedric spoke up.
"But don't worry about his safety. I'll let my agents know of his name, and then if worst comes to worst, he'll have asylum in our safehouses and the backup of my agents."
Vilkas nodded a thankful nod, his features overcome with a warm, appreciative smile. Perhaps he'd been a little harsh in his perception of the Drakonrhedi; Cedric clearly had Athie's safety at heart, and he was more than pleased about that. Not just that, but Cedric was a Vetr, and Vilkas was confident that such kindness would be passed down through the ranks. Plus, Athie had the protection of not just Cedric, but his agents also, and perhaps it was possible now for his family to take some peace of mind knowing that he was -in some respects- untouchable. He made a mental note to put in a good word about the Drakonrhedi when he got home.
"But in the mean time, who's the lucky person, Athie?"
"Yeah," Vilkas agreed, matching Cedric's tone, "Who's the lucky girl?" Athie gave him a funny sort of look that Vilkas couldn't really decipher. Vilkas noticed his Adam's apple bob furiously as he swallowed hard, clearly not allowing an answer to surface. It couldn't be just because Athie was reluctant to give a name, there was something else. Vilkas gave him a coy sort of look, which only met with more fumbling and timid expressions.
- ok this indicates a change of POV ahahaha i suck -
"Oh, right. Would you both care to come in for a drink?"
Athie looked up, trying to hold back a sigh of relief that Cedric - thank all the gods- had managed to shift the focus of conversation. Unfortunately, Vilkas beat him to the punch and spoke before he could.
"I think that sounds like a damn good idea. We three need it, I think." he returned, with a small chuckle. He gestured for Cedric to lead the way (probably because he didn't want to be too near Puck, Athie suspected) and once they were all on the move he clasped his little brother around the shoulder. Athie tensed, knowing exactly what was coming, "So, come on, Athie, spit her name out, will you?"
Athie felt a heavy thudding in his heart. Why was his heart beating like that? Gods- He sucked in his bottom lip and gave Vilkas a sort of pleading expression, hoping his big brother would pick up on the meaning, but it seemed lost on him. Instead, Vilkas looked almost offended that his own flesh and blood couldn't bring himself to tell him something, but Athie did have reason, if he took all the times Vilkas blurted out other secrets in the past into consideration. Vilkas blew a raspberry.
"You can't tell your own brother?" he asked, and that hurt. There was a small pause where Vilkas appeared to be thinking to himself. After a moment, he gestured to Cedric, "Well, tell Cedric then. Would it make it easier to tell him first, and then he can tell me?"
Athie nodded limply. It wouldn't, not really, but it was the only thing he was willing to give his brother, who he felt probably deserved it. After all, he had come looking for him. Besides, he trusted Cedric, more so with a secret that he could with Vilkas anyway. In any other regards, Athie could trust Vilkas with his life, but not with a secret like this. Vilkas had a tendency to develop a blabbering tongue when it came to this sort of thing. Nervously, he trotted up next to Cedric before slowing down, hoping the entire party would take the hint and come to a brief stop.
Gently and without much force at all, Athie reached up, gripped the fabric of Cedric's collar and pulled the taller man down a little to make it easier for Athie to whisper clearly to him. Except it took him a few moments because he had to summon up enough courage to even find his timid little voice. After another gulp, he stretched his neck up a little to gain extra height, cleared his throat and whispered; "Urm..it's not a girl and it's someone you know and it's Anton." The familiar sensation of burning cheeks came back and Athie looked quickly at the ground to avoid Cedric's gaze.
Tags: Cedric Vyrrson Inspiration: tea 'n' biscuits Notes: DUN DUN DUUUUUUUNNNNN and no one was surprised that day pls make cedric fanboy pls oh pls
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on May 25, 2014 5:28:28 GMT
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Ced chuckled. "Of that I have no doubt," he replied. "And I would expect no less. The Fallonkreaths seem a... tight-bound bunch."
"Don't worry about it."
"He has a phobia of drakes."
"I have a slight apprehension of them. I had a bad experience with a drake a couple of years ago."
"One bit him the arse once when he tried to flirt with its rider."
"YES OK. Thank you, Athuraadd."
The Vetr raised an eyebrow. "It sounds like you deserved that." His voice was thick with amusement at Vilkas's misfortune. "Perhaps I shall develop a severe aversion to you, because you punched me in the face when you thought I had flirted with your brother."
"You been picking fights, baby brother?"
"I wouldn't call it that," Cedric interjected dryly. "The other side was doing most of the picking, and I was doing most of the fighting." He doubted that either of them held much of an illusion about Athie's battle skills, but he figured it'd be best to apologize anyway. "Sorry for the bluntness."
"Thank you, again. I'm sure he probably come away with more than a sprained wrist if you hadn't been there. If there's anything I, or the Fallonkreath family can do, let us know. It's the least with can do to repay you for looking after our ickle wickle angel."
Cedric smiled, somewhere between a happy child's grin and a satisfied smirk. It was good to have large, well-armed allies. He knew there might be some protest in the ranks about giving asylum to such a trouble-prone little viking, but he could always pull a 'political intent' card if he had to. But in reality, he was a Vetr, he did what he wanted.
"I hopefully won't have to call on that, but knowing the way that the general populace is, you may find us fighting side beside in the future. I do hope you don't mind."
"Alright, there are several answers you could've given me. That was the wrong answer. Have you never pictured this Ade woman naked? Not once?"
"I-" Ced sighed. "No, I haven't. I can't make this situation any more awkward. The woman can see emotions. Literally. She's an aura reader. There's no way I could think of such a thing and not have it show up in every time I looked at her afterwards."
At least soon enough they were on to interrogating Athie as well.
"Yeah. Who's the lucky girl?"
"I think that sounds like a damn good idea. We three need it, I think. So, come on, Athie, spit her name out, will you?"
Ced nodded and began to lead them in, throwing a cautionary glance Puck's way to make sure that the drake didn't attempt anything funky with Vilkas's phobia. Not that it would stop Puck. Ced just liked to pretend he had some sort authority over that ball of mischief.
"You can't tell your own brother? Well, tell Cedric then. Would it make it easier to tell him first, and then he can tell me?"
Athie had stopped talking entirely. Normally this seemed to be attributed to his shyness, but... Cedric sensed something slightly different about it, and not necessarily in a good way. Athie shouldn't be shy around his brother, even about these sorts of things. At least, not this shy. He seemed barely able to nod his head in assent to Vilkas's suggestion. Even with shyness accounted for, this was not usual Athie behavior.
The little viking reached up and tugged on Ced, who stopped walking to lean down and facilitate the transfer of this oh-so-delectable secret from Athie.
"Urm..it's not a girl and it's someone you know and it's Anton."
Ced blinked. "Well, those... do all apply..." It was true. Anton was someone he knew. Anton was also Anton. Anton was also markedly un-girl. One might even say that he was male.
Of course, the Vetr was in no position to judge. He swung both ways himself, and Anton had blue hair so he had to be a good choice for a mate. Speaking of, he needed to take a moment to picture the couple...
Anton and Athie curled together. Years from now. Anton has a drake. They're both sitting against the drake, who has encircled the two of them, its flank rising and falling steadily, a light snoring sound coming from it. Anton was quietly reading, tunic unlaced a bit at the top. Athie was curled against him, head tucked against Anton's chest, eyes closed and with a small smile on his lips--
Ced snapped out of it.
"By the gods you'd be ADORABLE together!"
He leaped forward to wrap Athie in a hug. "You'd have the most adorable little cuddle sessions and I could just see the two of you sitting at a table in the afternoon sunlight each with a bowl of homemade stew you've cooked or helping out the poor of Midgardborg or exploring the world on an airship and I just can't-"
Puck had paused and blinked at his rider in slight alarm. He gave a curious warble.
Cedric, in reply, gave a high-pitched steady squeal, dropping Athie to smush his hands against his cheeks.
The drake leaned his head in, ear right beside his master's mouth.
"Anton," he whispered. With any actual person, Ced would not have told. But his drake was more of an extension of his spirit than anything, and there was no way for Puck to betray the secret--not that the drake would. Usually, even he had better judgement than that.
Puck pulled away, paused a moment, then turned to Athie and licked him up the side of his face.
"Alright alright deep breaths," Ced told himself, proceeding to do what he'd said several times. "Alright."
He glanced between Athie and Vilkas, appearing recovered from his breakout.
"I can see where you're coming from on the nervousness thing," he stated. "But I don't think that Vilkas is in any position to judge." Ced leaned in to Athie's ear. "I'm pretty sure he checked me out, and I doubt he'd limit himself to just girls. About 95% sure he's in no position to judge, and you probably know better than I do. He doesn't know who Anton is, so he can't kill the poor kid. You should tell him. I don't think he'd be mad, he's a brother, he loves you deeply."
The Vetr straightened, then beckoned them. "I think drinks are definitely in order."
Tags: Vilkas FallonkreathInspiration: And One - Timekiller Notes: Ok so the table's not perfect yet please bear with me I was just so excited that i HAD TO USE IT
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Post by Vilkas Fallonkreath on May 25, 2014 20:57:58 GMT
"It sounds like you deserved that. Perhaps I shall develop a severe aversion to you, because you punched me in the face when you thought I had flirted with your brother."
Vilkas cleared his throat out of embarrassment, choosing rather to look elsewhere than to meet Cedric's amused glare. Still, at least the other man could see the funny side - thankfully. Perhaps in time, Vilkas could joke about it as well, the sort of funny anecdote he spouted when drinking with his brothers or at some other social gathering, where rousing tales of conflict were one to set the table cheering and thumping their fists in pride. This little event, however, he could keep tucked away for now. How humbling was it, to find himself as a reflection of an overprotective drake! It was a little hard to swallow, being compared to something he found so fearsome, but at least the beast was staying its distance now, although Vilkas reckoned he probably wasn't in its best books right now.
"I wouldn't call it that. The other side was doing most of the picking, and I was doing most of the fighting. Sorry for the bluntness."
There was a small noise of amusement Athie made as he gave Cedric one of his characteristically sweet smiles, "It's okay," he chirped honestly, "I'm used to being a- what was it, Vilkas?" He looked up at his brother with a perplexed expression, as if trying to remember something. There was exchange of equally puzzled glances before Athie perked a little suddenly, "Oh yeah! A damsel in distress." He looked pleased with himself for having accurately labelled himself, but Vilkas felt himself droop a little from guilt, paranoid that he probably looked like the world's worst brother at present. All the memories of teasing and brotherly bullying seemed to shrug off Athie's shoulder in that instant whereas Vilkas suddenly found his burdened with them, like some ironic role-reversal.
"I hopefully won't have to call on that, but knowing the way that the general populace is, you may find us fighting side beside in the future. I do hope you don't mind."
At the suggestion of a conflict, Vilkas immediately brightened, that usual cocky grin of excitement spreading wide his lips. He rather liked the sound of that; Drakonrhedi and Fallonkreath standing side by side in the heat of battle, shield-brothers and maidens on common ground, rather poetical in some regards. Plus, it would secure the family's place as one of the top families within Armfastrung. He nodded firmly to Cedric, grin falling into a quietly confident smirk, "I don't think we'll mind one bit, Cedric."
"No, I haven't. I can't make this situation any more awkward. The woman can see emotions. Literally. She's an aura reader. There's no way I could think of such a thing and not have it show up in every time I looked at her afterwards."
Vilkas felt himself grimace a little. Ah, that was a slight problem. Not one that he couldn't work around - of course. But Cedric seemed like a man who took a much more...subtle approach to these sorts of things, so Vilkas would have to adjust his thinking. For the meantime however, they'd since begun walking and his brother was thrown into the limelight, so Vilkas would have to save any further questions for Cedric until later. Maybe after a couple of more drinks the man would be more willing to open up.
---- athie's pov ----
"Well, those... do all apply..."
Athie swallowed nervously, his fingers intertwining in frantic fidgets as he watched Cedric process the information. He could see Vilkas bobbing with curiosity out the corner of his eye, obviously trying to overhear a valuable slice of information, but thankfully Cedric kept his voice mercifully subdued for now. Athie fearfully wondered how the Vetr would react, after all, Anton was his pupil, so he obviously had some sort of protective fondness for him. There was a long pause in which Cedric seemed to be thinking, and Athie desperately watched his facial expressions for indication as to how he felt about the whole thing. He looked unfocused, as if he was imagining something. Athie bit his lip, feeling his cheeks go bright red again. Was he imagining him and Anton?
Then suddenly with an unexpected flourish, Cedric burst into life again.
"By the gods you'd be ADORABLE together!"
Athie blinked. "Wait. Wha-" But before he could even utter one sentence, Cedric had enveloped him in a tight hug, and Athie's voice was lost in his chest, muffled against the fabric of his uniform. He couldn't see Vilkas' reaction, but he'd wager it was somewhere between a look of surprise and confusion.
"You'd have the most adorable little cuddle sessions and I could just see the two of you sitting at a table in the afternoon sunlight each with a bowl of homemade stew you've cooked or helping out the poor of Midgardborg or exploring the world on an airship and I just can't-"
Cedric's voice was high, elated-sounding, like a schoolgirl, but Athie couldn't really process his inward amusement as he was more focused on trying wiggle against the gentle jostling movement Cedric's body made as he spoke. With each description, Athie felt his cheeks burn hotter as he tried to keep such thoughts from surfacing in his own mind, and he tried to squeak his protest, but it was lost against Cedric's voice. Even so, it didn't stop a little curious thought from popping up in Athie's head. Does...this mean he approves?
When at last Cedric dropped him, Athie barely had a moment to catch his breath back before the eccentric Vetr's hands gripped his face, smooshing his cheeks together like one would do to an infant. Puck had leaned in like a curious cat, and Cedric proceeded to inform him of a name, to which Puck responded by gifting Athie with another sloppy drake kiss. Athie spluttered a little, trying to refrain from giggling at the ticklish sensation, but his smile won against him. In the peripheral of his vision, Vilkas was giving all three of them odd looks, but judging from the facial expression Athie could see, he hadn't discovered anything of importance, but rather, was impatiently waiting for someone to shed a little light on the situation. He could wait a little longer, Athie decided.
"I'm glad you...urm, approve," Athie begun quietly, looking up at Cedric with big, round eyes, "-I'm not sure if Anton sees it in the same light though." With this, he bit his bottom lip and looked back down at his feet, "It's okay though, it's just a silly...crush."
"I can see where you're coming from on the nervousness thing. But I don't think that Vilkas is in any position to judge."
Athie gave him a bemused expression, but listened with curiosity as Cedric leaned in to whisper.
"I'm pretty sure he checked me out, and I doubt he'd limit himself to just girls. About 95% sure he's in no position to judge, and you probably know better than I do. He doesn't know who Anton is, so he can't kill the poor kid. You should tell him. I don't think he'd be mad, he's a brother, he loves you deeply."
Athie rolled his eyes when Cedric mentioned the flirting. That was so typical of Vilkas, and a little awkward for Athie to know that his own big brother had flirted with one of his friends with the hope that they were going to- Urgh, really Vilkas? All that aside however, Cedric was right; there should be no reason for Vilkas to take issue in the fact that Athie just so happened to fancy a man, when the littler Viking knew perfectly well about the extensive list of his brother's conquests and boy- there were a lot of names in that list. In fact, quite a few people knew; it wasn't as if it was such a big secret that Vilkas went for either gender, heck- Athie suspected even their parents knew, but just left it as an unspoken fact. The Fallonkreath family was -thankfully- a liberal one, but still very noble, and Athie didn't doubt that his father hope each and every one of his sons to carry on the family name. At least with Vilkas there was a 76% he had at least five illegitimate children somewhere out there.
"I think drinks are definitely in order."
As they stepped inside, Athie felt a large hand clamp onto his shoulder. He turned around to find Vilkas peering curiously down at him, "So?" Athie took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Cedric was right; he had to be the one to tell him, and he had to do it now, otherwise he might never have the courage. "Vilkas," he begun, casting a brief look to see if Cedric was nearby, which he certainly hoped for, giving that he could probably use backup right about now, "-the person I like. I- erm..." Vilkas raised an expectant eyebrow. "It's not a girl. It's a guy." There was a brief pause, the information seemingly seeping into Vilkas' brain. There was an unreadable expression on his face, and that unnerved Athie. "Oh." was all his brother responded with, now looking upwards from Athie's gaze. The younger Fallonkreath hobbled nervously. "You're not mad, are you? Oh, please say you're not-" "Of course I'm not mad." Vilkas countered, and the sudden but genuine warmth in his voice relieved Athie to no end. Vilkas rested a gentle palm on Athie's head, "You're my brother, I couldn't be mad. Tell you what, go grab us three pints, will you? Me and Cedric will meet you by the table in the corner." Like an overjoyed puppy, Athie beamed in response and trotted off quickly to acquire some beverages, just as Vilkas looped an arm around Cedric's shoulder and brought him into his side as he led him to the aforementioned table, keeping his following sentence in hushed tones.
"I know you probably think I'd take umbrage in the fact that Athie likes another man." He moved to sit down into one of the empty chair at the table that sat in the shaded little corner of the tavern, "The fact is, I do take umbrage in the fact Athie likes man." He licked his lips, "But, it's not for the reason you might think. It's not pride, or family morals or anything like that." The older Fallonkreath son drew in a long breath, his broad chest heaving as if it strained with a heavy burden. Vilkas licked his lips, and spoke again; "I know what men can be like. After all, I know what I'm like." Part of him wondered why he was even shedding this information to a man he barely knew. Was it because it they were both -in their own ways- responsible guardians of Athuraadd? Two people who knew exactly how trouble prone the little Viking was? "I know women can break hearts too, but men-" There was a long, drawn out sigh, "-a man can break a heart in ways I don't think Athie could handle." He cast a brief glance to his brother, who was busy purchasing their drinks, "I mean, how can I know I can trust whoever this guy is? How can Athie know that?"
Tags: Cedric Vyrrson Inspiration: jfhelfhsrlghdeg Notes: aaaaaarrghh sorry this post is so loooong and most of it is crap ignore it ahaaaaa and it has so many skewed p.o.vs and aarrghhh it got kind of feel-y at the end WHUPS.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on May 26, 2014 4:47:39 GMT
[newclass=.fyeahfade]height:740px;width:460px;background-image:url(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g385/Opalearth/cedricfadeything02.png);margin:-790px 0px 0px;margin-bottom:30px;padding:5px;color:#9f9f9f;font-family:arial;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;border-radius:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color:#e5e5e5;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#a9a9a9;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade:hover]opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass] [attr="class","fyeahfade"] "It's okay. I'm used to being a- what was it, Vilkas? Oh yeah! A damsel in distress."
Ced chuckled. Although outwardly it might have sounded like an insult, Athie seemed to be at ease with the nickname, and Ced knew that out of context he would sound like a horrible brother as well. Vikings were prone to teasing family members regardless of gender, anyway, and brothers often had those sorts of incidents.
"I don't think we'll mind one bit, Cedric."
A thin smile turned the Vetr's lips upwards. "Most excellent."
"I'm glad you...urm, approve. I'm not sure if Anton sees it in the same light though. It's okay though, it's just a silly...crush."
He blinked, frowning slightly. "Isn't all love silly?" he inquired, as if baffled that such an assumption was not automatically made. The statement was a rare moment of depth from the usually shallow commentary Cedric constantly spewed.
"Vilkas, the person I like. I- erm..."
Ced gave an encouraging smile.
"It's not a girl. It's a guy."
"Oh."
The Vetr paused, watching Vilkas's reaction carefully. Of course, Ced could always pull the 'hypocrite' card if he had to, but he doubted that Vilkas would be disinclined to accepting such a thing about Athie. He did seem laid-back, after all.
"You're not mad, are you? Oh, please say you're not-"
"Of course I'm not mad. You're my brother, I couldn't be mad. Tell you what, go grab us three pints, will you? Me and Cedric will meet you by the table in the corner."
The warmth in Vilkas's voice restored just a little bit of Ced's lost faith in humanity.
Athie bounced away happily, and the Vetr dutifully turned to Vilkas. He had sent his brother away for a reason, of course, which Cedric was hopefully about to discover.
"I know you probably think I'd take umbrage in the fact that Athie likes another man. The fact is, I do take umbrage in the fact Athie likes men." Ced raised an eyebrow as he too took a seat.
"But, it's not for the reason you might think. It's not pride, or family morals or anything like that."
The Vetr nodded, folding his hands in front of him. "I'm glad I won't be having to call you a hypocrite, Mr. 'Good with your hands,'" he responded dryly. It was a reference to Vilkas's statement to him earlier that night, although it seemed like an eternity ago (but that might have just been because he was unconscious for a bit there).
"I know what men can be like. After all, I know what I'm like."
"I know women can break hearts too, but men--a man can break a heart in ways I don't think Athie could handle. I mean, how can I know I can trust whoever this guy is? How can Athie know that?"
Ced sighed. "I know the lad," he responded. "My Tiro, actually. One of them. Anton. Don't know how I have time to train either, but that's a different story. I'm not sure how much Athie would approve of what I'm telling you, but you're his brother, so I'm going to." He paused, staring off into space for a moment, and when he spoke again, his words were filled with pauses as he thought of the best way to state his thoughts. "Anton... he's not a heartbreaker, at least not in the way you are. He's more..." Psychopathic, of course, was the word that would fit best there. "Blunt. Confused, even. He has some anger issues, which is what I would worry about most. Means well, however. But I doubt he would willingly hurt Athie--from what I understand, he's quite fond of your brother."
A quick glance to the side showed Cedric that Athie was busy at the counter. He had a limited time to talk to Vilkas, then.
His voice shifted, becoming lower in pitch to blend in with the murmuring white noise of the other conversations on the ship's bar, but just loud enough for Vilkas to pick up, speaking faster to get out all the information he had to.
"If Anton were to discover Athie's crush, he would probably turn him down immediately, maybe even if he felt the same way. He's not one to fool around with emotions. He's not stupid, and he knows how volatile and powerful they can be. I'm working on the anger issues, so hopefully those will be resolved. Of course, it'd be easier if I could let you meet him, but that would require a longer time to arrange than I have to speak to you currently." He glanced towards Athie again. "Of course, if he doesn't reciprocate, there's not much we can do or worry about."
As Athie's return neared, Ced about-faced the subject, picking up in the middle of a sentence with a quick jolly grin appropriate for the happy atmosphere that had been present when Athie left.
"-and so you can see that this poor fellow is completely scared out of his wits, right? So on the other side of the alleyway I just see this flash of blue hair, and I'm like, 'Right, she's in position.' So I just jump out and scare the hell out of the poor gangsters. Started shouting Shakespeare at them or something. Anyway, they're completely baffled and probably think I'm batshit, so they just jump onto me. Ade leaps out on the other side and Shakespeares right back at me--mind you, not many people can do that--and so we're just Shakespeareing and beating these poor fellows up. I think we scared the person we were saving more than the gangsters did." Tags: Vilkas FallonkreathInspiration: haha what look ced talks a lot Notes: imagine drunk cedric pouring out a hugely sappy confession of love to ade but with vilkas there and ced's just sobbing the entire time and all vilkas can do is nod and be like "i feel you bro"
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Post by Vilkas Fallonkreath on May 26, 2014 17:36:37 GMT
"I'm glad I won't be having to call you a hypocrite, Mr. 'Good with your hands,'"
Vilkas stiffened slightly when his pick-up line resurfaced, lips tightening as he tried to shrug off the embarrassment. It was a little awkward, having Cedric use his own line to spite him, although his intention to do so probably wasn't a cruel one. Vilkas mentally noted that Cedric had actually planned some sort of comeback if Vilkas' reason had been one the Vetr didn't exactly agreed with; it showed he was willing to stick up for Athie, even against he own brother, and Vilkas liked that, although he'd keep that too himself. There had been quite a lot of sentimental talk already this evening - Vilkas didn't need an overload. "I am good with my hands." he retorted, with a little pout.
"I know the lad. My Tiro, actually. One of them. Anton. Don't know how I have time to train either, but that's a different story. I'm not sure how much Athie would approve of what I'm telling you, but you're his brother, so I'm going to."
Vilkas raised a curious eyebrow. So the person Athie liked really was a Drakonrhedi after all? Did his brother have a certain fondness for these people? He certainly seemed to attract their company. Then again, he was often getting into trouble, although mostly through no fault of his own. It was no wonder his antics had attracted the attention of the organization, but sparking friendships with them? That was a little unexpected oh their part; Athie always found it easy to bond with people, but Vilkas always assumed the Drakonrhedi so distant and aloof, it was a marvel any of them would make time for the clumsy Viking.
"Anton... he's not a heartbreaker, at least not in the way you are. He's more...Blunt. Confused, even. He has some anger issues, which is what I would worry about most. Means well, however. But I doubt he would willingly hurt Athie--from what I understand, he's quite fond of your brother."
Vilkas felt his brow knot together. He wasn't sure if he liked the sound of this guy; Athie was so delicate and naive, but this tiro on the other hand sounded brash and fierce. Even so, there was a certain tenderness in the way Cedric spoke, a sincere reflection that bore this Anton kid in an understanding light. In Cedric's description, Vilkas was reminded of himself and his brothers when they were younger, and maybe that's what unsettled him. Regardless, the Vetr mentioned that Anton seemed to be quite sweet on Athie as well, although what exactly that entailed, Vilkas couldn't be sure.
"If Anton were to discover Athie's crush, he would probably turn him down immediately, maybe even if he felt the same way. He's not one to fool around with emotions. He's not stupid, and he knows how volatile and powerful they can be. I'm working on the anger issues, so hopefully those will be resolved. Of course, it'd be easier if I could let you meet him, but that would require a longer time to arrange than I have to speak to you currently."
Vilkas nodded slowly, processing Cedric's honest words, thankful that the Drakonrhedi was giving it to him honestly, like a doctor in a medical examination. This whole situation between Athie and this kid seemed a little hit and miss, and Vilkas wondered perhaps if it was just a phase; Athie would realise the feelings weren't returned, he'd learn from it and move on. Still, it was never just that simple, Vilkas knew that from his own past experiences. Love was a strange, often painful thing, nothing like any other pain he was sure Athuraadd had experienced. Cuts dried, bones healed, scars faded away with time. But sometimes when a heart breaks, it never recovers.
"Of course, if he doesn't reciprocate, there's not much we can do or worry about."
Vilkas cast a slightly melancholy look to his brother, watching the younger Fallonkreath tried to juggle three pints of ale in his fumbling hands. "I know this," he begun, voice drawling with a long sigh, "-and I know I should probably stay my distance and let Athie figure out life for himself. Gods know he needs it. But-" There was a pause, and a few suggestions began to mull over in his brain. He turned back to Cedric, "Could you do me a favour? Could you maybe keep just a tiny, tiny eye on the situation? I think perhaps Athie would be more inclined to have you watching over his shoulder than me. He trusts you a lot, I can tell." There was a look of earnest in Vilkas' eyes, subtly masking the undertones of pleading,
Before Cedric could even utter a word however, Athie returned, armed with three full-to-the-brim pitchers of ale. Thankfully, Cedric was properly prepared for the situation.
"-and so you can see that this poor fellow is completely scared out of his wits, right? So on the other side of the alleyway I just see this flash of blue hair, and I'm like, 'Right, she's in position.' So I just jump out and scare the hell out of the poor gangsters. Started shouting Shakespeare at them or something. Anyway, they're completely baffled and probably think I'm batshit, so they just jump onto me. Ade leaps out on the other side and Shakespeares right back at me--mind you, not many people can do that--and so we're just Shakespeareing and beating these poor fellows up. I think we scared the person we were saving more than the gangsters did."
Vilkas was swept up in the act a few moments later, heartily laughing at the appropriate moments and nodding enthusiastically whenever Cedric paused for breath. This seemed to work, as Athie had sat down with a look of curious excitement plastered across his beaming face. "You see, Athie?" Vilkas chirped, vigorously nudging his brother's arm, "Cedric and this Ade-lady are finishing each other's Shakespeare. That's how you know you've really scored, Cedric. It'll be next stop, between the sheets for you, my friend." Athie spluttered a little as he took a sip from his drink, his giggle muffled by ale. Vilkas gave him a wink, before raising his mug in the air to begin a toast. "To Cedric, may his conquests bear rich fruit." Athie raised his own mug, joining in the joke with a wide (but sympathetic) smile to Cedric. "And if it doesn't, well, he knows where to find me." "Vilkas!"
Tags: Cedric Vyrrson Inspiration: hurrrr Notes: yes make cedric drunk and soppy yes pls
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on May 26, 2014 19:41:25 GMT
[newclass=.fyeahfade]height:740px;width:460px;background-image:url(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g385/Opalearth/cedricfadeything02.png);margin:-790px 0px 0px;margin-bottom:30px;padding:5px;color:#9f9f9f;font-family:arial;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;border-radius:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color:#e5e5e5;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#a9a9a9;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade:hover]opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass] [attr="class","fyeahfade"] "I know this, and I know I should probably stay my distance and let Athie figure out life for himself. Gods know he needs it. But-"-could you do me a favour? Could you maybe keep just a tiny, tiny eye on the situation? I think perhaps Athie would be more inclined to have you watching over his shoulder than me. He trusts you a lot, I can tell."
There was no time to respond, as Athie was soon headed back their way, but Cedric gave the tiniest of nods, his acceptance of the task evident in his eyes, although the look vanished as soon as the younger Fallonkreath might be close enough to detect it.
Of course, there was no reason for Cedric to not let Athie figure things out for himself. The Vetr wasn't one for babying, as evident through his training methods. However, this didn't mean that Ced wasn't going to be a good friend--if he noticed Anton leading Athie on or something of the like, he would order the lad to cut it out. If Anton simply rejected Athie, he would be there to comfort them both, if necessary. Not that Anton would want his comforting, but Ced would give it to him anyway. The Vetr was annoying like that.
It didn't take long for Vilkas to jump aboard Ced's act, which he was grateful for. Sometimes people got very confused by his spontaneity, which kind of ruined the entire point. But Vilkas at least seemed socially smooth enough to understand what Cedric was doing and assist.
Puck was such a figure who usually understood Cedric's intentions. However, the drake had stayed outside of the pub--he wasn't very... graceful when drunk.
"You see, Athie?"
Unfortunately, Ced's chosen topic, while better than the one he'd covered up, was not the best for him. Vilkas took the opportunity to tease him about it, of course, which was a risk he'd been willing to take in order to keep Athie from discovering their topic of discussion.
"Cedric and this Ade-lady are finishing each other's Shakespeare. That's how you know you've really scored, Cedric. It'll be next stop, between the sheets for you, my friend."
Okay but not that much.
The Vetr narrowly avoided a spittake, keeping his mouth closed and gulping down the ale despite his desire to spray it directly into Vilkas's face.
"Remind me to never go drinking with you," he gasped. "You're too prone to making me nearly inhale my mead."
"To Cedric, may his conquests bear rich fruit."
Cheeks burning, he covered his face. "You are not helping." Besides, was he even allowed to drink in a toast to himself?
"And if it doesn't, well, he knows where to find me."
"Vilkas!"
Ced flinched and gave a tiny giggle, looking away in an attempt to recover his countenance. He turned his head to the side and glanced around the bar.
By the counter was a woman with blue hair and-
The color drained from his face in terror. "Oh, gods," he whispered. "Vilkas, I'm going to kill you."
He turned back to his drink with composure recovered, clearing his throat. "Ah, yes. I do hope that my conquests of the behemoths will be fruitful. That's what I do, after all. Hopefully I'll be able to see some Fallonkreaths at my side?"
Ade's right there Ade's right there Ade's right there oh gods she can probably see you and your stupid stupid stupid feelings.
There was no way that the brothers hadn't realized by now that this was indeed Ade. He bit his lip and took a tiny swallow of his drink before attempting to recover his former happiness.
And that would probably be best done by reverting attention back to poor Athie.
"Anyway, Athie, you should tell Vilkas about Anton. I can help a bit with the part where you met him, because I was there for that. I just wasn't... acting like me, I suppose." He gave a lopsided grin.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on May 27, 2014 5:46:47 GMT
Midgardborg was stirring with minimal activity. A few lost souls scurried about, but most had taken refuge in one of the many complexes that tarnished the streets. It, of course, was only proper procedure. Any scandals that occurred during the day were nearly doubled at night - the natural course of things, no matter. It was far easier to commit a crime when there were no peering eyes to potentially rat you out. Ade, of course, had no remorse for suspicions. She was fully confident in her own abilities and didn't have room for such paranoia. Then again, most people tended to distance themselves from any loose snakes. She slithered across the ground with an aloof aura, her tongue reaching through the crisp night. Any onlookers received a soft hiss, causing them to backtrack out of sight. It was quite a pleasant feeling. Besides, the night was fun. A little cold, but still fun. Normally she didn't enjoy the pitifully constrained vision that her snake form offered, but she did like the little specks that suspended themselves above her head. Stars. Much better than the black canvas that she normally worked on. Sometimes she'd sit in her serpentine form and watch them, although it was more of a trend during her younger years. Still, it was always cool to go back to the past! That, of course, wasn't why she had departed from the training grounds. She wanted a drink. She wasn't looking for a hangover, of course, but just one or two quick doses before heading back to the Drakonborg. Simple! She didn't need any of those petty stars to guide her towards the conspicuous tavern in the distance. Battleboar Inn. Everyone knew it. A conglomeration of idiots looking for a fight. If she was lucky, she'd find one too. Ade slunk behind the occupied building, rising to her humanoid stance. She was quite snug in her peacoat - not as noticeable as her uniform, thankfully. She didn't necessarily need to draw attention. Most people knew not to pick fights with a member of the Drakonrhedi. That would be anti-productive! She walked into a slur of hearty drunken babble, a few men raising their drinks to some embarrassed individual. She, of course, didn't bother to assess them. She needed someone angry. A quick scan over the scene gave her no desirable results, causing her to frown with disappointment and plop herself on a nearby stool. What was wrong with people? Why weren't they open to having a little fun? The barmaid came over within a moment. "Can I get ya anythin'?" "Pint.""A'right." Ade sighed, swinging herself around to face the crowd. Honestly, you'd think there'd be at least one... wait. Was that? Cedric?
Why the hell was he at a bar? At night? Then again, so was she. But who were those people next to him? And why was he so embarrassed? Should she confront him? No, that's a stupid idea. "'Ere's your pint." But... he saw her, right? Yes. Did she make him embarrassed? No, he was like that when she got in. Still, it seemed to have flared up since then- " Lady."
Ade jolted slightly, turning back towards the counter. She responded with a muffled "sorry" before taking a drink. Just play it cool. Okay? He didn't see you! Or.. or maybe he did. Shit! What if he saw you see him? Then we're fucked. But keep calm! It's not like he can see your emotions. Ha, then you'd really be fucked! Tags: Cedric Vyrrson Vilkas Fallonkreath Inspiration: gwen may her soul rest in peace unlike her bones which currently rest in pieces lol Notes: lots of time skip wooo um idk im just kinda blabbing on ade why the hell do u try and pick so many fights jfc Table made by Opal.
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Post by Vilkas Fallonkreath on May 27, 2014 14:02:03 GMT
[attr="class","text"] [attr="class","heybabe"] “hey darlin.
got any fallonkreath in ya? would you like some?” "You are not helping."
Vilkas gave a hearty laugh, taking the negative as rather a victory than anything else, and thwacked his mug once against Cedric's and then his brother's, who gave a small giggle and took a lengthy sip from his beverage. It was good to see his brother so happy and enjoying life, this was him at his most natural, and that put Vilkas at ease.
"Oh, gods, Vilkas, I'm going to kill you."
At first, the older Fallonkreath son registered the Vetr's words as a lighthearted joke at his expense, so he gave another chortle as he sipped his pint, but a glance down to Athie which revealed a concerned look on the smaller viking's face made Vilkas do a double take back to Cedric. The Drakonrhedi's face had turned a deathly shade of white, like he'd just seen something of great horror. Vilkas tilted his head to a side, his jovial expression now replaced by one of bemusement. What had suddenly been so traumatic that Cedric's disposition had suddenly altered in the blink of an eye?
"Ah, yes. I do hope that my conquests of the behemoths will be fruitful. That's what I do, after all. Hopefully I'll be able to see some Fallonkreaths at my side?"
Vilkas looked down at Athie, a look of 'What's he on about?', his brow knotting together in confusion. Vilkas cleared his throat with a stern cough and faced Cedric again, "Behemoths? Is that what you call women now?" he asked, perhaps a little too loudly, "I know women are fearsome creatures, Cedric, but don't you think that's a little harsh?" He thought perhaps this was all some sort of bizarre joke, likening women to acid-spitting, bite-your-face-off monsters. Although, given that Vilkas had met a lot of no-nonsense women in his lifetime, he found himself rather liking the comparison.
It was just then he realised Athie was roughly tugging at his sleeve, looking up at him with wide, round eyes, his head shaking frantically. Vilkas mouthed him a 'what?' before Cedric spoke up again.
"Anyway, Athie, you should tell Vilkas about Anton. I can help a bit with the part where you met him, because I was there for that. I just wasn't... acting like me, I suppose."
Athie whirled his head round to face Cedric, a look of surprise mixed with indignation colouring his features. Of course, the littler Viking had no idea about the conversation prior to his returns with beverages, so the reveal of Anton's name a little as a shock. Of course, he knew exactly why Cedric's face had drained of colour. He'd seen the Vetr glance around the tavern and freeze when his eyes had fallen on a certain blue haired woman sitting at the bar. In a surprising show of quick wits, Athie realised that Cedric was trying to lift the focus off him and back onto Athie, and the smaller Viking was having none of it. "Ooooh no," he begun, a mischievous glint sparking up in the depths of his eyes, "-you don't get to do that. Vilkas-" He looked up at his older brother, "-I'll tell you about Anton later" (at this, Vilkas had to refrain from giving an all-knowing glance to Cedric) "but right now you should know that the woman sitting over there-" "The one with the blue hair?" Vilkas inquired, following the direction of Athie's point. "Yes, her. I think that's Ade."
Now it was time for Vilkas' eyes to widen, this time in delight, as if being given light to a great epiphany. His smile grew wide, like a tiger's. He'd spotted his prey, and now he was moving in for the kill. "Oh, is it now?" he said, in that sly, playful sort of tone only characteristic of someone who was about to have some serious fun.
Never let it be said that a Fallonkreath didn't know how to get a job done!
He put one hand to the side of the mouth, to accentuate the fact he was about to raise his voice, just to spite Cedric - playfully, of course, although he doubted the Vetr was be thankful of his efforts.
"Ade Alvadottir, I presume?" he called out, as Athie thumped his shoulder, although the his brother's slight smile betrayed any trace of annoyance in his face. Vilkas carried on, regardless.
"I believe you know our friend, Cedric over here, come, sit with us. The more the merrier after all." he flashed her charming smile, despite the fact she was wearing a blindfold over her eyes, but Cedric had mentioned earlier she was an expert at reading emotions, so he gathered perhaps she could read his playfully welcoming disposition. Before she could make her way over, Vilkas quickly dipped his voice and leaned across to Cedric, waggling his eyebrows, "I can see why you like her, Cedric, she's really gorgeous." he teased, but there was sincerity in his voice.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on May 27, 2014 23:49:38 GMT
"Behemoths? Is that what you call women now? I know women are fearsome creatures, Cedric, but don't you think that's a little harsh?"
Ced inhaled slowly. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
This was an instance where someone did not go along with his quick facades, and it was quite possibly the worst possible place for such a lie to fall apart. Why did Vilkas have to be so clueless at the worst of times? Even Athie seemed to be a bit more aware of what was going on.
Ade, meanwhile, appeared to be ordering a pint. Not that he cared. But (oh gods) was she going to get drunk again? That did not turn out well at all last time.
And by "not well" he meant "Ade unconscious and Cedric very, very confused."
"Ooooh no, you don't get to do that. Vilkas, I'll tell you about Anton later, but right now you should know that the woman sitting over there-"
Cedric cringed.
"The one with the blue hair?"
He inhaled deeply, reaching out and grabbing his drink before taking a large swallow. There was a feeling rising in his gut that he would not particularly want to remember this evening.
"Yes, her. I think that's Ade."
"Oh, is it now?"
The Vetr could tell from Vilkas's tone that this was a very bad plan.
"Don't do it," he hissed beneath his breath. "The last time she was drinking with me it ended very badly."
So badly he had to knock her out, in fact. But he preferred not to dwell on that.
Vilkas seemed to be moving with slow deliberation, but possibly it was just the effect of Cedric's mind beginning to freak out. As if time itself had slowed, Vilkas raised his hand to his mouth, drew breath, and...
"Ade Alvadottir, I presume?"
Oh gods now you've done it.
"I believe you know our friend, Cedric over here, come, sit with us. The more the merrier after all."
Another huge swallow as he closed his eyes and calmed himself. He hated that she could read his emotions so easily. It revealed how incredibly insecure he was sometimes, and that was just not something he enjoyed, and thus prevented nearly everyone from realizing. Everyone except for the person he happened to want to confuse most, of course.
"I can see why you like her, Cedric, she's really gorgeous."
Cedric paused right before setting his drink down.
"If you hit on her I will do something very creative to your intestines," he hissed beneath his breath.
The mug clunked onto the bar table.
He turned with a grin to Ade, although he knew she couldn't see it. "Ade! Weird seeing you here. I'm just having a drink with some friends. Come sit down. This is Vilkas. He's easily confused, so if he makes any weird remarks, it's just because he's not the best at following conversation. This is Athie. He's prone to trouble but actually a nice fellow." The Vetr gave a pleasant smile at Vilkas. Hopefully that would at least throw some interference in whatever the man was plotting. "At least, I think we're friends. One of them just punched me in the face. Knocked me out."
You knocked Ade out, you idiot.
"Not that knocking people out can't be a friendly gesture! Just a... forceful one."
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on May 28, 2014 2:32:18 GMT
"Ade Alvadottir, I presume?"Ade's muscles tensed, her drink nearly escaping from her mouth. Way to lay low.The voice obviously didn't belong to Cedric. In fact, she wasn't familiar with it at all. Maybe that meant she still had a chance to get out of this predicament that she literally walked right into? No, Cedric was over there. That would look bad. She pivoted her head to view the man, quietly sizing him up before replying. He seemed mildly amused. Happy? Generally good-feely, anyways. He was an obvious member of the rowdy group of men, Cedric shying away from his outspoken friend. The Vetr didn't seem very enthused by his confrontation. "Uh... yeah.""I believe you know our friend, Cedric over here, come, sit with us. The more the merrier after all."She hesitated slightly. After all, the door was only a few feet away! It wasn't too late to run away. It may ruin her current relationship with Cedric, but... oh gods! He's not your fucking boyfriend! Go... leave while you still can!
But they kissed! That didn't mean anything! You were drunk and stupid. Do you really want that to happen again?
No! Well... what part? Ugh!She should just up and leave. In fact, she should run away! She could always try to survive in the wilderness. Of course, getting mauled in her sleep wasn't entirely ideal. Fuck okay. Just get in there and get out. Say you have to go do something."A-alright."Don't stutter you idiot.Ade elevated from the stool, moving towards the beckoning group. Her drink remained firmly in her hand as she eased onto a nearby seat, gently setting it on the table. She was not prepared for Cedric's abrupt greeting. "Ade! Weird seeing you here. I'm just having a drink with some friends. Come sit down. This is Vilkas. He's easily confused, so if he makes any weird remarks, it's just because he's not the best at following conversation. This is Athie. He's prone to trouble but actually a nice fellow.""Oh. Well h-""At least, I think we're friends. One of them just punched me in the face. Knocked me out."Her brow quirked in confusion. "Why did he-""Not that knocking people out can't be a friendly gesture! Just a... forceful one."Ade paused, allowing Cedric to catch his breath. He was, nevertheless, flustered - his typical forte. A grin cracked upon her face, followed by a brief chuckle. "Right. Because it's only customary to knock someone out right when you first meet."It's also not customary to kiss someone, but there you go! Stop! Just finish your stupid drink and stop thinking.She turned towards Vilkas, feeling only a margin calmer than she had previously been. "So why'd you knock him out?" Her tone was inquisitive, although the unintentionally aggressive undertake was not to go by unnoticed.
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Post by Vilkas Fallonkreath on May 28, 2014 14:11:30 GMT
[attr="class","text"] [attr="class","heybabe"] “hey darlin.
got any fallonkreath in ya? would you like some?” "Don't do it. The last time she was drinking with me it ended very badly."
Oh really now? cooed Vilkas' mind, a teasing smile working at his lips, -how unfortunate! Luckily for Cedric, Vilkas only had his new friend's best interests at heart. Truly he did. Besides, if there was someone in need of his tangible skills, who was he to deny them of that honour? This was shaping up to be a very worthwhile evening indeed!
"A-alright."
Vilkas smiled warmly at her, pleased she taken up on his invitation. Then again, who could refuse such an offer? There were nerves in her disposition - it didn't take an aura reader to see that, even Athie seemed to pick up on it, judging by the slightly sympathetic expression he was giving both her and Cedric. Of course, he wouldn't dare intervene (at least Vilkas hoped), not with his big brother working his magic as expertly as he did. Of course, he wasn't just doing this for their benefit, oh no- he was in the mood for a bit of mischief making, and later he could blame it on the alcohol and good spirits.
"If you hit on her I will do something very creative to your intestines,"
Vilkas kept leaning forward and his eyes boring into Cedric's, his amused face unchanging as his eyebrows danced, "Relax, Cedric, I wouldn't steal your woman away so cruelly. Although-" And the next bit was potentially quite a risky challenge, but Vilkas like to live dangerously, "-it's a good thing for you she is wearing a blindfold, otherwise she'd probably spend the evening with me instead." At this, Athie thumped his brother especially hard on the shoulder, a scowl blemishing his features that seemed to read 'don't push your luck, mate', but it only fanned the flames for Vilkas' playfulness. Of course, he was only jesting; Cedric was an attractive fellow who would suit this Ade woman well, and Vilkas was true to his word about not being the type to steal away other people's partners, he wasn't like that. Well, not to friends at least.
Ade had advanced by this point and was now relaxing into her chair beside Cedric's, but before Vilkas could even get a single word out, the Vetr shot in like an arrow, ridding the viking of the delicious opportunity.
"Ade! Weird seeing you here. I'm just having a drink with some friends. Come sit down. This is Vilkas. He's easily confused, so if he makes any weird remarks, it's just because he's not the best at following conversation."
Vilkas' brow knotted together, "You cheeky bastar-"
This is Athie. He's prone to trouble but actually a nice fellow."
"Oh. Well h-"
Athie had raised one hand and was giving Ade an enthusiastic and genuinely friendly wave, his smile wide in greeting. He was about to open his own mouth to speak but once again Cedric lurched into full swing again, cutting off both him and Ade completely.
"At least, I think we're friends. One of them just punched me in the face. Knocked me out."
"Why did he-"
"Not that knocking people out can't be a friendly gesture! Just a... forceful one."
"Right. Because it's only customary to knock someone out right when you first meet."
The two brothers watched the back-and-forth witn interest, their heads snapping between Cedric and Ade, almost in nearly comical unison. Sometimes it was remarkable how alike they actually were, although neither would dare to even labour the thought. Vilkas had a smile on his face, processing each word and keenly evaluating the level of their relationship. Oh yeah, he definitely had stuff to work with here. Athie on the other hand had a more nervous, concerned expression on his face, partly from wondering if Cedric was coping alright, partly from his own fear of what sort of plan Vilkas was hatching. This was going to be interesting.
At last, Ade turned to Vilkas. Time to shine!
"So why'd you knock him out?"
She had said it in a reasonably curious tone of voice, but there was an unmistakable hint of threat in there, but Vilkas mentally waved it away, more amused by it than anything else. He had to think on his feet here; he couldn't exactly say 'oh well I thought he was knobbing my younger brother but I was wrong whoopsie' - no, no, no, he had to put Cedric in a good light here! (and still make sure he kept his own integrity as well, obviously).
Vilkas flashed her a wild grin, "A traditional Fallonkreath greeting." he informed her, "The idea is you swing a punch and the other man is supposed to catch it in his palm." He gestured openly to Cedric, "Cedric here wanted to know a little bit more about our family history, and I offered to show him such a welcome. Unfortunately sometimes I forget that not all vikings are familiar with this tradition and urm," At this, he pointed directly at Cedric's face, "-your poor friend received a hello I don't think he was expecting." He gave them both a gently charming smile, "Entirely my fault. But in all fairness, Cedric handled it rather well."
There was some truth in his little lie; he and his brothers often did greet each other in such a way, so at least his excuse didn't stem from nothing.
Vilkas took another hearty sip from his ale and spoke again, this time looping an arm around his brother's torso to pull him both into his side and into this little game that he was having quite a lot of fun with. Now that he'd got all his little excuses out the way, he could properly get down to business.
"I was just saying to my brother how lucky the Drakonrhedi are to have a Vetr like Cedric." he told her, jostling Athie slightly in his grasp, "This man saved my brother's life, gave him protection while others couldn't. He's a hero, and a true friend to our clan." There was sincere warmth in Vilkas' tone, because a lot of what he was saying did genuinely come from the bottom of his thankful heart. He cast a brief glance to Cedric, and it was a look of apology and appreciation and comradeship all combined together, and it was truthful, that was the most important thing.
Athie was giving a similar look, although it was done so in a more, innocent, wide-eyed Athie kind of way. He was beginning to pick up on his brother's reasoning for doing this; in a weird 'I'm trying to get you laid' sort of way, this was Vilkas' method for making it up to the Vetr, although Athie reckoned his brother was also using this opportunity to properly thank Cedric as well, and Athie felt a twinge of pride for his siblings.
And that's when Vilkas spoke again.
"You must be honoured to serve underneath him."
Athie could've slammed his own forehead into the table there and then.
Tags;; Cedric Vyrrson, Ade AlvadottirInspiration;; teaaaa Notes;; vilkas is so much fun to write when he's being a dick but thjinks he's doing people a favour omg [newclass=.text]width: 460px; height: 660px; border: 5px solid #111310; position: relative; top: 0; left: 0; overflow: hidden; padding: 10px; font: 11px georgia; text-align: left;[/newclass] [newclass=.text .heybabe]height: 510px; width: 710px; position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 0px; transition: all 0.6s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.6s ease;-webkit-transition: all 0.6s ease; -o-transition: all 0.6s ease; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.text:hover .heybabe]height: 710px; width: 510px; position: absolute; left: -510px; top: 0px; transition: all 0.6s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.6s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.6s ease; -o-transition: all 0.6s ease; z-index: 3;[/newclass]
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on May 28, 2014 22:02:32 GMT
[newclass=.fyeahfade]height:740px;width:460px;background-image:url(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g385/Opalearth/cedricfadeything02.png);margin:-790px 0px 0px;margin-bottom:30px;padding:5px;color:#9f9f9f;font-family:arial;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;border-radius:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color:#e5e5e5;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#a9a9a9;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade:hover]opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass] [attr="class","fyeahfade"] "Right. Because it's only customary to knock someone out right when you first meet."
Cedric grimaced, repressing a flinch. "Well, I would think that both shows of extreme affection and of extreme dislike would be inappropriate when first meeting," he responded quietly.
"So why'd you knock him out?"
Was there a touch of defensiveness in that? Ced wasn't sure. He didn't want to read too much into things, after all.
"A traditional Fallonkreath greeting. The idea is you swing a punch and the other man is supposed to catch it in his palm. Cedric here wanted to know a little bit more about our family history, and I offered to show him such a welcome. Unfortunately sometimes I forget that not all vikings are familiar with this tradition and urm, your poor friend received a hello I don't think he was expecting."
Ced raised an eyebrow, skepticism clear both in his aura and face.
"Entirely my fault. But in all fairness, Cedric handled it rather well."
"What an amusing little fallacy you have there, Vilkas," he quipped rather sarcastically. "But I suppose I'll go with it." After all, explaining the actual reason for his black eye would probably make the conversation slightly more awkward. Perhaps it would make Ade laugh? Vilkas obviously didn't want it brought up. Knowing Ade, however, she'd be quite stubborn about finding out the real story, and it would be something that he could dangle over her head. Hopefully.
Knowing his luck, probably not.
"I was just saying to my brother how lucky the Drakonrhedi are to have a Vetr like Cedric."
"I-"
"This man saved my brother's life, gave him protection while others couldn't. He's a hero, and a true friend to our clan."
"Well--um, thanks." Ced blinked. He wasn't sure what was happening here. Vilkas definitely meant what he was saying, and it felt good to be thanked, but why was he saying it...?
An idea hit him. Was Vilkas trying to do the sweet-talking for him, like how he'd thrown in a good word with the barmaid? Cedric's mind set about trying to figure out exactly how that was supposed to work. As he did so, he raised his mug once more, filling his mouth with mead.
That was when the older Fallonkreath spoke again.
"You must be honoured to serve underneath him."
Beat.
The full innuendo hit Cedric like a train. He gagged, covering his mouth with the mug in case of spray as his eyes flew open, and finally, with one tremendous swallow, downed the drink in his mouth before gasping for breath.
"I've said it before, but I am never drinking with you again. You keep making me nearly inhale my own mead. Not to mention the fact that the last time I went drinking with either of you, I ended up in a fight for some reason or other."
Not that he'd gotten particularly drunk on either occasion. Speaking of, he'd been drinking quite a bit already this night. The Vetr frowned at his mug.
"I only had the one pint at the Battleboar, right?" he asked, mostly to himself. "Yes. Then this one here. I should stop."
He quickly raised the mug and swallowed the rest of the drink, draining the cup before anyone could make him spit things out again. Putting the empty mug down, he pushed it away from him slightly and folded his hands on the table.
"So, Ade, what brings you out to the Midgardborg at this hour of the night?" he inquired. It was about time the conversation moved off of him. He preferred to discover the secrets, not give them away.
Tags: Ade Alvadottir, Vilkas FallonkreathInspiration: And One - Timekiller Notes: wow look this post sucks val if you don't know why she's here then i can help u brainstorm?
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