isolde | isobel holden (falseheart) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-11-22 16:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | isolde of ireland, tristan |
You were strong and I was not--
WHO: Tristan (pictishking) and Isolde of Ireland (falseheart)
WHAT: The long-awaited reunion.
WHERE: Tristan's apartment; Manhattan
WHEN: Following this thread.
WARNINGS: Angstfest galore?
As it turned out, the fresh autumn air did little to clear Isolde's head. That wasn't to say she didn't enjoy it -- the chill of winter strayed around every corner, its brisk wind turning up leaves as she mechanically navigated her way to Tristan's apartment building. The blonde tucked her chin and nose into the scarf wrapped twice around her neck, feeling the cold slide down her back like a vicious lover. The trip was intended to be via subway, but four blocks from his building, she hopped off to walk the rest of the way. Brilliant decision, that was, as the weather wasn't particularly kind.
Somehow, her brain was unable to register the very daunting reality -- that this was it: she was about to see Tristan after so many centuries spent without him. It called for anxiety, for happiness, for longing. But instead of feeling, there was nothing. Isolde was about to meet the man who was once her lover, and she couldn't summon a single note of relief.
Eventually she reached his door, fortunately in one unfrozen piece, and knocked quickly with chilled knuckles. No apprehension. No excitement.
Just an emptiness that accompanied the cold.