Gerd (elfbeam) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-30 17:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | freyr, gerd |
Who: Gerd and Freyr
Where: Freyr’s farm
When: Thursday evening
What: Confronting the cold.
Warnings: Maybe language?
It had been three days since she had arrived at the farm, five since she awoke, and her memory was as intact as it was going to get. She had been writing incessantly since the cold front rolled in – going through notebooks as quickly as Geirmarr could fetch them for her, writing everything out of her head to make way for the new to roll in. And still, there was nothing that would explain the coolness that the vanir regarded her with. No dreams, no memories, no nothing could she find that would suggest she ever, ever betrayed her husband.
It is that fact alone, perhaps, that inspires such deep sorrow within her now. She simply doesn’t know what transpired, and all she truly wants.. all she’s ever wanted since she met him in the grove at Barri.. is to sink into his arms, and have him lavish that love as deep as the oceans and as bright as the sun upon her. A love that she returned so desperately that when the stories were passed along, she was Gerðr, Beloved of Freyr. Without him now.. without that.. she doesn’t even know who she is.
That’s enough. She’s decided. All of the notebooks, filled with her writings are gathered in her arms, and she makes her way across the yard into the barn where the wolf told her he could be found, despite the rain. She found him there, as she had anticipated, the anger fueling her movement wavering slightly when she saw him, but at the same time, only managing to double the hurt it is not to have him at her side. She closes the distance between them, and her arms release the books at his feet.
“I am done, Son of Njörd. I have written until there is not a thought left in my head and still there is nowhere in my memory that says what I could have done to you to deserve this treatment from my own husband.” Her voice quakes, her resolve is fragile, anger fueled by hurt, and at the same time, consumed by it. Those eyes of ice blue are already starting to glisten. “No more of this ‘you’ll remember soon enough’ nonsense! You.. you tell me what I did.. Because I.. I don’t know.”