we are the storm and the wicked inside
Iðunn
Cooperative
01-02-2022, 09:14 PM
Sitting and eating side by side was a comfort. Family. His family. Maybe there's a possessive nature to Víðarr, but it's not in the worst way. His family came first, and his family came above all. He could spend time with his cousin in the moment, and be better for her company. The silence between them was filled with the quiet crunching of teeth on bone, and the stillness of the afternoon in the Wash. It was peaceful out here. It was peaceful among them, not bound by the necessity of language. Comfort. Comfort stretched far beyond the usual graces when it came to family like this. Family like theirs. For that, Víðarr is grateful. When Iðunn finally speaks, the shadow has a mouth full of hare. He takes his time chewing it, and considering. Ah, there was a question to him. Thoughtfully he swallows, icy gaze gentle on the great expanse of marble before him. "Rather well," Víðarr's tone was warm, though his words were tepid. Voicing his exact feelings was... it was hard. Harder than he even realized. "The weather speaks of home," though not exactly. It was warmer here, and darkness seemed to arrive every night. Summer would bring a true thaw, or so it seemed. Still, it was more like home than any place they'd seen so far. "I like the woods very much."" There it was, more words than Víðarr had strung together in... in a long while. Maybe weeks, maybe longer than that. Still, he speaks the truth. "What do you think?" VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |