January 01, 2025, 08:10 AM
his touch, soft and fleeting, lingers like frost against her nose, and yet her thoughts run hot, burning and turning over the truth she knows but he does not. this man—this sögumaðr with ruby eyes and a voice that carries the weight of stories—will call her his. and she, in turn, must call him hers. her chest tightens, but she does not let it show. her expression remains calm, unreadable, though her thoughts churn beneath the surface like waves against a rocky shore. she will wed him. she will bear his children, the future of forneskja written in their blood. and yet, he stands here, unaware, asking her if she prays for herself. asking her questions that feel so distant from the truth that binds them.
her gaze sharpens slightly, though it does not leave his. she studies him, searching his scarlet eyes as if the answers to her unspoken questions might lie within. what does he see when he looks at her? a healer? a shieldmaiden? a stranger? does he feel the weight of what the gods have decided for them? or is he blissfully unaware, untouched by the burden that has already settled onto her shoulders?
her steps are light, carrying her forth. as if she is prancing over the snow of neverwinter, another lingering gaze cast over shoulder to look upon rokkur. she wonders, faintly, what he will think of her when he knows. when he understands what the gods have already decided for them. will he see her as a partner? or as a duty?
her gaze sharpens slightly, though it does not leave his. she studies him, searching his scarlet eyes as if the answers to her unspoken questions might lie within. what does he see when he looks at her? a healer? a shieldmaiden? a stranger? does he feel the weight of what the gods have decided for them? or is he blissfully unaware, untouched by the burden that has already settled onto her shoulders?
not often,with that, she returns his touch. letting her nose press back to his, lingering and basking in the weight of his strength. he is strong. she sees this in him. she is not afraid to look into his scarlet eyes, and see before her the man he is. so, she says:
my prayers are for forneskja, for the gods’ will. for what must be done.it is then she tears her head and stare away, beginning once more to drift. she must move, so she does not drown in his presence. in his scent. the knowledge she hides from him is one that is weighty.
i do not think to ask for myself. i do not think it would matter if i did. the gods do not give what we want. only what is needed.
her steps are light, carrying her forth. as if she is prancing over the snow of neverwinter, another lingering gaze cast over shoulder to look upon rokkur. she wonders, faintly, what he will think of her when he knows. when he understands what the gods have already decided for them. will he see her as a partner? or as a duty?
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there's no crowds in the street, - by Rokkur - December 31, 2024, 10:08 PM
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RE: there's no crowds in the street, - by Iruna - January 01, 2025, 12:17 AM
RE: there's no crowds in the street, - by Rokkur - January 01, 2025, 12:58 AM
RE: there's no crowds in the street, - by Iruna - January 01, 2025, 01:21 AM
RE: there's no crowds in the street, - by Rokkur - January 01, 2025, 04:26 AM
RE: there's no crowds in the street, - by Iruna - January 01, 2025, 08:10 AM
RE: there's no crowds in the street, - by Rokkur - January 01, 2025, 08:46 AM
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