blod, jord och stjärneglans
Cooperative
02-06-2022, 01:33 AM
The swat came, and Víðarr would be an idiot if he hadn’t anticipated it. Still, he probably deserved it, and he let it land. It bonked off his muzzle, and he remained… well, he remained fairly relaxed through it all. There was no need to get worked up, despite the valkyrie’s antics. It was typical of siblings. As strange as their dynamic could be, it made him feel like he belonged. It made Víðarr feel loved. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. He was grateful that he shared both with such a strange, fierce bunch. Really, all of them were held together by something that was greater than family. Shared trauma. Right. That would be some unpacking, but it was unpacking that came later. Her question leaves him in thought for a moment, though he replies with conviction. It’s more conviction that even Víðarr would generally show, at least in conversations of feelings. Talking about feelings… listen, that shit is hard. Still, his response is clear. “I am.” He was quiet for only a beat longer before turning the question back on Sanngriðr. “Are you?” Right. He’d need to know where she stood, especially before making the proposal that had lived in his head for what seemed like far too long. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |
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This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.