we are the storm and the wicked inside
Iðunn
Cooperative
01-05-2022, 09:15 PM
He is quiet and thoughtful. Víðarr doesn't always do the best with words, preferring to allow his actions (and family, to be fair) to speak for him. They were all so much more well inclined to speech. Instead, the hulking shadow was more comfortable acting. Doing and being, all of the action words that he could throw out there... he can hunt and he can fight. Víðarr can take life in his hands and seize the day, but he was not so good at speaking. Not so good at conveying his thoughts. Maybe it's why he chooses to remain silent more often than not. Another bite of the hare, and he's thoughtful as Iðunn speaks. A bit warm, that was true. The shadow nods. Yes, they could make it feel like home. "We make it feel like our new home." It didn't need to feel like the home they'd left, after all. He supposed that it could feel like a different place. It was... it was a different place, after all. The shadow chewed another bite of the hare slowly, thoughtfully. The carcass was down to the bones and the pelt now as he polished off the last bite. Over time, Víðarr has become more accustomed to his cousin's usual unblinking manner. She was a strange creature. Granted, they all were. Maybe it was genetic... maybe it was contagious. Víðarr was okay with that, though. Do you think of home often? Víðarr hummed to himself for a long moment, absently beginning to scrape the hare's hide with his teeth. Something to keep him busy while his mind was working. "Not particularly," and he'd leave it at that. What use was there to looking back? They weren't going that way. Looking towards the future was really what had kept Víðarr going for so long. "I miss the festivals, though." He met Iðunn's gaze for a moment after the admission. Back home, they'd be looking towards midsummer soon. Equal parts saturnalia and religious rite, it was a damn good time. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |