Post by Raab on Apr 12, 2012 12:46:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:450px;] by my will of iron i shall [style=float:left; margin-left:60px; background-image:url(http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr342/prochainezo/Icons/LORDGENOME/th_lordgenome-006.jpg); border-radius:100%; -moz-border-radius:100%; -webkit-border-radius:100%; height:100px; width:100px; border: 4px solid 657383;] [/style][style=float:left; background-image:url(http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr342/prochainezo/Icons/LORDGENOME/th_lordgenome-006.jpg); border-radius:100%; -moz-border-radius:100%; -webkit-border-radius:100%; height:100px; width:100px; border: 4px solid 657383;] A nearly indiscernible smile crept across Nikolai's face; he had not felt such genuine happiness in a long while, let alone from a man he suspected to be nothing more than a common rogue not twenty minutes earlier. Vincent's transformation was extraordinary, and Nikolai couldn't help but feel proud of his part in the young man's metamorphosis. Though, Nikolai had a knack for shaping and restructuring things; he was, after all, a skilled blacksmith. By the heat of his own anger, Vincent softened, leaving his character malleable, and ready for molding. Nikolai had struck the iron of Vincent's will while it was hot, and fashioned the young man's nature into a new image. It was a masterpiece. Vincent, in his final moments of consciousness, still managed to express a high level of tact and dignity, raising his glass in response to Nikolai's own pledge. Nikolai nodded in approval. "To passion and a future friendship." Nikolai looked on at Vincent's struggle, the gravity of intoxication weighing heavily on the young man's physical and mental bodies. Would he come through? Would he defeat his most recent challenge? Nikolai's heart suddenly skipped a beat, noticing that Vincent's eyes had suddenly grown dark. Crash! The glass Vincent had been holding sailed through the air, shards of glass splintering in every which direction as it made contact with the floor below. Though Vincent seemed to be wrestling quite madly with his inebriation, Nikolai made no moves to help the young man. I have seen your strength. Do not fail me. After a few minutes, Vincent clawed his way out of his senseless hysteria, ending his waltz with unconsciousness with a violent "bang." Vincent, standing with his back to the wall, made eye contact with Nikolai, who was still sitting rather comfortably in his chair. Nikolai's own haziness had all but faded, his senses sharpening with each passing second. At this point, there was no hiding Nikolai's gaiety; a grin had stretched itself across the entirety of Nikolai's jawline, showing an array of gritty, stained teeth. In the next moment, Nikolai leapt from his seat, clapped his hands together, and let out a roaring laugh. "Ha! It seems I had underestimated you, young man. It seems that while your body is small and feminine, your spirit holds the strength of ten men! Never before have I seen such determination. Perhaps you do have what it takes to make your dream a reality." Nikolai, disregarding Vincent's current state, made his way towards the fire; it seemed that he had forgotten all about the soup! As the man lifted the lid of the cauldron, a great plume of steam rose from its bowels. Grabbing the ladle from the edge of the pot, Nikolai spooned a great deal of the concoction into his mouth, allowing a stream of liquid to spill off either side of his mouth. Once the ladle had been drained of its contents, Nikolai let out a great sigh of satisfaction. "Ah, nice and warm!" Returning the ladle to the cauldron, Nikolai began wiping the dribble from his thick beard, and began cleaning up Vincent's mess. "You have earned yourself a bed, my friend. You may spend the night, and tomorrow, I shall show you into town. There you may start your search for strong men." Nikolai looked up for a second, a sly grin beaming in Vincent's direction. With another hearty laugh, Vincent returned to cleaning the shack; there was much to tidy up before the he and Vincent set off for town the next morning. In fact...quite a lot had happened in Vincent's short stay; Nikolai hadn't even bothered to ponder how Vincent might feel about the whole situation. Then again, Nikolai didn't care. WORDS: 621 [/style]TAGS: Defeat, Friendship, Reconciliation MUSIC: - NOTES: - CONQUER |
made by cirrus