| Jörð | (gogreenplease) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-18 10:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | baldr, jord |
Who: Jord and Baldr
What: He's worried about her, she needs comfort.
When: After her post; Friday night.
Where: Jord's apartment in the village.
Warnings: None.
Jord was completely unsettled.
It was a terrible feeling; she had ridden the wake of power and energy that the war provided for quite awhile, but instead of coming off of all of it gently, she felt as though she were being ripped down, thrown into something very dark and frustrating. Only a few months before, she had longed for her son, for the wisdom of Odin, but they were both busy with their own affairs as always, and she was unable to speak to them the way that she needed to, the way that she wanted to. Then there was Adonis...another situation all together. It was clear that something had happened, something had come between them, but she couldn't pinpoint it. Without knowing what it was, there was nothing that she could do to counteract it. They had spent a weekend in her cabin, he had hunted and enjoyed his new gift, and she had watched him carefully and tried to ascertain what the hell was going on.
The goddess had been unsuccessful.
Being wrong or in the dark was very uncomfortable for Jord. In fact, she hated it. Because of her various positions through her immortal life, the goddess was used to being privy to most all information. But the trees didn't know, no one seemed to know what had happened, and it was clear that Adonis wasn't about to tell her. Which left her at a loss in many ways.
The truth was, at this moment, all she wanted to do was slip back into her natural roles until she felt better, felt sorted out. Try as she might, she lived in the confines of a modern society, and the power that she took from the Green Movement was not pure to her, and at times she felt so removed from it all that she had no idea whether or not she was doing to right thing anymore. This was one of those times.
Baldr had offered peace and she needed it, needed him, becuase he was the closest thing to a son that she had in this moment. Thor was busy. Thor wasn't around. Jord needed her son, and though Baldr was not hers by blood, they shared the connections of Asgard. He was closer to her than most in her pantheon, and his mother was not around. They could empathize...and he offered peace. She needed it. Needed him.
Curled on her couch and wrapped in a soft blanket, Jord had been idly petting one of the cats for an hour now, fighting tears. She knew that Baldr would arrive soon, and she didn't want to seem nearly as disconcerted in front of him as she felt. Wearing a simple black t-shirt and soft grey yoga pants, her auburn curls hanging loose around her face, Jord waited until she heard a knock at her door...taking a deep breath, she gathered her wits about her, blanket still wrapped around her form, and made her way over, opening the door without looking through the peephole. She knew it was him, could feel it was him. "My dearest Baldr," she murmured, offering him a smile that tried to be normal, fell short. "Please come in."