He didn't go home, because what was the point even?
His mom was gone. Bjarna remained busy attending to things his mother had once handled. Skáld probably wouldn't miss his shoving in the den.
Dagur convinced himself it was easier out here.
Cold, alone, freezing.
Still too boyish to maintain his own existence out in the world. Yet he tried, as if he might carve himself a place among the stone walls of the lake. As if the twining of his father and mother's blood alone was to make sure he existed in these dark hours of his young life.
His mom was gone. Bjarna remained busy attending to things his mother had once handled. Skáld probably wouldn't miss his shoving in the den.
Dagur convinced himself it was easier out here.
Cold, alone, freezing.
Still too boyish to maintain his own existence out in the world. Yet he tried, as if he might carve himself a place among the stone walls of the lake. As if the twining of his father and mother's blood alone was to make sure he existed in these dark hours of his young life.
experimental writing with this character
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no returns - by Dagur - December 07, 2022, 02:12 PM
RE: no returns - by Ethan - December 13, 2022, 09:24 AM