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Falling In Reverse

Víðarr



Víðarr

The Hallows
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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
81
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
480
player
wicked

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08-07-2023, 07:14 PM



She was dizzyingly close to the edge. Víðarr's knees shake, finally understanding what he sees. Finally knowing what's going through her head in this moment. He shook his head, stumbling closer to her instead of away. His head spun, his knees quaked. This was his fault. All of this was his fault. He knows it to be true, and he knows that he's caused this. All of the things that had gotten away from him in time, all of the things he hadn't been able to do or be for her. The guilt is building up in his chest, and he can taste it like heat at the back of his throat. Stumbling, nearly a whimper in his throat. It's almost childlike. Almost. Rarely does the shadow allow himself to look this down on himself, but it seemed... it seemed warranted.

There are too many regrets, there are too many things he should say. Too many things he could, but would any of them matter? Víðarr bit back the urge to rush to her side, to grab her. It wouldn't do to be impulsive, to be hasty in this situation. His knees visibly trembling, the shadow shook his great, dark head. "I'm not leaving you." His voice audibly cracked as he spoke. "I know you were there, I know you saw me win." The shadow's voice quaked as he took one step, then another in Tove's direction. His head hung low, in earnest. For once in his fucking life, in earnest.

"I finally did it... I have a home to offer you, like you deserve." There's a plea in Víðarr's tone. He is asking, but it's more than that. He's begging her to step back from the edge. He's begging her, pleading with her. Icy eyes wide, beseeching. "Come to me, come with me." Two separate requests, each more desperate than the next. Though the situation was messy and complicated, he cannot see her go like this. He can't see her throw herself into the sea. His voice quaked as he spoke, understanding at once the gravity of the situation.

"Speech"

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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.




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