| Restless [Narrative - OPEN] |
[12 Nov 2008|01:22pm] |
Laying on the couch, Peitho was kind of just.... well not even lounging, flopping would be more accurate. She had had an idea and was writing and then suddenly, it stopped. She hated writer's block. So now she was there, staring at her laptop.
( and so on... )
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| Unwanted Discussion [tag: Ullr, later Thor] |
[12 Nov 2008|03:53pm] |
Skadhi walked through the door of her hall in Thrymheim and dropped her purse on the first table she saw. It was the equivalent to a mortal dumping whatever they were carrying the second they entered the door, such as keys. But Skadhi didn't have keys for her doors, there was no necessity for locks that keys were required. No one was brave enough to enter with malicious intent.
At least no one she'd met so far had been bold enough. They'd all respected her and her abilities far too much and if they didn't respect her, they certainly respected Ullr, who would not put up with unwelcome intruders either.
( She had been thinking on the things the Greek, Apate, had said. )
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