Rhia (dr_dolittle) wrote in marvel_mashup, |
Rhiannon kept her trap shut and listened to Freyr, but gave the occasional nod to show she was actually absorbing all the information he was relaying. It was a lot and she found herself feeling sorry for him but it was difficult to sympathize properly since she, herself, hadn't experienced that particular brand of heartache. To love someone you love was painful but to lose two people you love? She couldn't imagine the burden of such pain - and for someone who prided herself in her imagination, that was saying something.
Weak, broken, cowardly? Yes, he'd been all of these things but he was fessing up now. That had to count for something. Her lips twisted into an almost-smile and she breathed out of her nose, and made a noise that could've passed before a laugh. "You know, you're making it terribly difficult for me to be mad at you," she gently accused the man who was her father. "I don't hate you," she admitted with a rueful smile. "I am a little hurt but it's something I think I could eventually forgive in time."
Hopefully. For him to have chosen 'duty' over his own child felt a bit like a betrayal though, and that sort of wound wouldn't heal overnight. They both deserved time to figure this out. But it was going to take time and from what she'd gleaned from the conversation she'd had with Petr and from Freyr himself, was that her father wasn't a patient man. That bit worried her.
"I saw him leave earlier," her brother, "he didn't seem happy to see me." Rhiannon was desperately trying not to make assumptions about Fjolnir. She wanted to keep an open mind and heart but it was difficult to shake the feeling of rejection. "I guess I can't blame him. He probably sees me as competition," which was hilarious but he didn't know her from a hole in the ground, and for all he knew, she was here to shake things up. "If I don't get a chance to speak to him during this trip, can you please tell him I'm not a threat? I have power of my own; I don't desire to have a go at his."