misty mountains where dragons sleep

Víðarr · 05-11-2023, 08:34 PM

A pair of predators, a pair of hunters. A pair of creatures that held more than a bit of danger just beneath the surface. Beneath the surface but barely obscured, a surface clear and reflective all at once. There's something strange here, and something... different. Víðarr feels the most alive in moments like this. Introverted by nature, sure, but it didn't take much to draw him out. It didn't take much to draw him in, as well, and this is just as dangerous. Danger, and something far more than that. It's true, he can't help himself.

Alastor, he calls himself. The surname isn't lost on Víðarr either, though it's one he'll need to file away for later. Too many syllables, too foreign. He'll gladly hold eye contact with man before him, studying intensely. Barely blinking, but trying to take in all he can. Process what he sees, and process what he doesn't see. The shadow can feel the way his heart beats in his chest, and the strange gravity of this Alastor. Wrapped in the warmth and light of golden hour, they both settle comfortably in the plush snow.

"Víðarr Trygg." The answer comes with finality. He does not stop in his study of the man before him, does not even pause. Still, it's a long moment before he speaks again, not a master conversationalist but needing to know more. Always needing to know more. "From where do you come?" Though the words come out a bit backwards, it's enough to get his point across. It's enough, in Víðarr's mind, at least. Black holes create their own gravity, or something like that. Maybe that's what Víðarr is experiencing, in this moment. He's not going to fight it, no. He's going to explore it.

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misty mountains where dragons sleep

alastor

Víðarr