AUs and Art

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Werewolf Hunter AU - Repairs 

championofpitfalls:

thesilverfeatheredraven:

championofpitfalls:

Thade’s near psychotic need to be useful manifested itself shortly after he’d started spending more time out of his room.

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Vilkas settles himself down on the room, some feet from where Thade works. He’s big up close, and there are scars on his face, thin little white lines that are nearly invisible against his skin.

“Becoming what we are requires…change,” Vilkas says. He’s got that odd accent that Thade can’t quite place, speaking in a way that his brother doesn’t share. Thade is starting to understand the others - Farkas is solid and steady, and Basja is…well, Basja is the boss - just a little, but Vilkas is someone he can’t quite get.

“What changed for you?” he finds himself asking, sliding a shingle into place and picking up the nail gun that he found in the garage. It’s several quick shots, nail gun pressed right up to the shingle, and it’s in place. The pressure pump kicks on down on the ground, a loud roar.

Vilkas looks at him for a moment, eyes that strange pale color that he’s seen in so many werewolves, all scruff and scars and hair pushed back behind his ears. “I lived in Solitude,” he says, a little hesitantly, like he’s not certain he wants to share the information. “Went to university, went to law school, then I got a job. I had a couple of years out on my own before I became this.” He turns his hand in the air before him, sort of gesturing at himself. “I tried my best to keep working after that, lived in the city. It’s not easy. Cities are cramped, no room to run or hunt. Out here…there’s space.”

Thade’s eyebrows rise. “Wait…law school? What?”

Vilkas gives a laugh at Thade’s apparent confusion. “I had always wanted to be a lawyer,” he tells him. “It’s a good profession. Farkas always wanted to be a mechanic and stay in Whiterun - which is what he did. Me…I wanted to leave. And I did.”