the beast in the shape of a man

Víðarr is no stranger to trouble. His grin is warm, wide as it plays on his face. Savoring every golden moment with his wife, tugging gently at her cheek, lavish. Attention undivided. A rakish grin playing on his stony features as she speaks about the children. "I love watching you with them." It's a gentle observation. Tender.

"Never too busy for you." His chuckle is honeyed, head thrown heavily over Tenshi's shoulder as he draws her near. Víðarr resting easily on his hip, holding his wife. Relaxed. It's the nearest he's ever come to peace, even within the storm. "You spoil me." The words are scorching, spoken too close to her shoulder, her neck, her ear.

Though she's stern, he's happy to take the bottle as she relinquishes it. "Just think on it, could be fun." Grinning, playful, poking at the side of her face with his muzzle. Breath thick with the scent of the alcohol and the warmth of the evening, Víðarr can't help himself. Pressing a kiss here and there on Tenshi's face and neck. Comfort. At least with her, he can handle the weight of the grief that rests in his chest. Happier things to think of. Better days had to be on the other side of winter, they just had to make it there.

"Víðarr"