hale cometh down upon our spines

Astraios · 09-15-2023, 08:34 PM

“Vikings don’t get to be babies.” He said, his voice a sullen mutter. He was just quoting his mother now, repeating things she had told him in the short time he had had her. But he turned his eyes back to her, and watched the joy that seemed to wash over her. His ears were still back, and he watched her as if she was a poisonous snake, and any movement might set her off.

He made a face at her at her declaration. She was nothing like anyone else he had ever known. His people were so serious, so dramatic and stern. She was… something else entirely. A hurricane. She went from sad to happy so easily, and the expression she was giving him now set his heart fluttering in such a strange way.

She rolled away from him, and he thought that maybe now he’d actually get some peace and quiet. Really, he should have known better. When she hopped over to him, he froze again, watching her in alarm as she suddenly crawled up his back. Climbing really did seem to be her thing, he just didn’t expect himself to be one of her victims. He flicked his ears back, towards her. She was warm, and he could feel her heart beating through their connected coats. He told himself that if he wanted to, he could just lean back and throw her off at any time. She’d probably bang her idiot head, too. Instead, he remained still. “Bony weirdo.” he muttered.

"Delphi" & "Strai"

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hale cometh down upon our spines

strai - seasonal

Astraios