let’s play how many times can i use this thread title before i realize i’ve used a bunch of times already, lol. also, smol work post to get back into the groove of writing him. <3
rusalka’s patrol is slow, perhaps to be perceived as methodical but in truth a simple routine to keep him from the unyielding grasp of boredom. life has grown slow, predictable. stagnant. and the quiet that has stolen over the stone circle causes an old if not familiar worry to rear its ugly head within rusalka’s chest.
it is an achingly familiar pattern.
how long until the pack dissolving followed?
a discerning eye is cast into the unclaimed lands beyond; lips a terse line as he pauses and considers his thoughts, allowing that particular train to take him where it may while he could.
February 04, 2025, 08:44 PM
she did not mean to be overbearing, but forsythia put her whole heart into kvarsheim now.
for what else could she do? the days stayed short and cold. mouths needed to be fed.
@Sven lingered in a warm place in her mind.
so when she saw this man's figure, large and strong, she thought of a very good question to ask him.
for what else could she do? the days stayed short and cold. mouths needed to be fed.
@Sven lingered in a warm place in her mind.
so when she saw this man's figure, large and strong, she thought of a very good question to ask him.
have you every been a...bodyguard? for someone traveling?
February 08, 2025, 07:07 AM
rusalka is not left alone with his thoughts for long and perhaps, he considers as he turns to face the young woman who approaches, that is not a bad thing. though considering what he and @Solveig would do if kvarsheim fell was necessary, he does not wish to think on it every second of the day, either. and if rusalka wasn't careful thinking about it would consume him.
perhaps that was the commander in him; left over vestiges of leadership that he could not carve out of himself no matter how hard he's tried.
a rise of his brow is given to her question, a bit out of context for the cairn who cannot help but wonder what inspired such a question; but it was straightforward and rusalka can appreciate that.
perhaps that was the commander in him; left over vestiges of leadership that he could not carve out of himself no matter how hard he's tried.
a rise of his brow is given to her question, a bit out of context for the cairn who cannot help but wonder what inspired such a question; but it was straightforward and rusalka can appreciate that.
no, can't say that i have,rusalka replies in his deep, whiskey steeped in smoke timbre, offering a small pause before continuing with,
are you worried about traveling somewhere?he assumes she asks for herself.
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