Dawnlark Plains η

continued cameo <3

ah!

blackbird recognizes the two from the peak now. the white, snow-dusted woman who had led the two norsemen into a clash of blades. enraptured his cousin, and that man. the one caked in grime and blood, stinking of rot and carrion.

he observes quietly, contently, as the exchange flowers. ears pricked as he listens in on their conversation with an eagerness, teeth unveiling briefly as his lips slide upwards to curl. the norsemen arrange peace—but faust does not look keen on it. blackfell supposes he would be the same if such a thing happened to him. it was quite a blow to the ego.

the man presses closer to gjalla, perhaps unknowingly, his neck stretching to peek around at the full splay of the gathering. the snow woman speaks now, projecting her voice powerfully; much to blackfell's delight! he cannot stop the chuckle that falls from his mouth, muffled only by the fur of gjalla he grazes his chin upon.

star eater leans to whisper words into sun eater's ear. blackfell watches with burning eyes before they pass once more to gjalla, exchanging a knowing look.

these two rn: