Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2017-09-28 02:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | brynhild, ~rohan |
Who: Bryn and Rohan
Where: The park close to the water
What: Still getting drunk, because it was a Viking farewell damnit
When: She's lost track
Rating: I for inebriation
Open: Ask first?
Status: Ongoing
Bryn was bound and determined to send Thor off like any man of her village would have been. With a lot of booze, a little bit of fire, and an offering. She'd been there days. And she finally felt well and truly as if she couldn't stand without falling over. And she had run out of songs from her time. She was onto a hodgepodge of songs she'd heard over the years.
"I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
I work hard every day of my life
I work 'til I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard-earned pay all on my own
I get down on my knees.." It was then she broke down in a fit of giggles. Of course, her mind took another tack. It had been too long since she got down on her knees for anyone.
Bryn took a big swig of the stein she had in her hands. Rivets, of the ale that had filled it half full, ran from the corners of her lips. She leaned back heavily against the barrel she had poured the ale from sobered from the giggles that broke from her lips. And another song came to mind...
"I'd heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well, it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips, she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Well baby, I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Well, maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
That song put her in a more morose mood. And she finished off what was left of her drink, and pushed against the barrel to stand. She staggered forward when the barrel pushed back, it was half full, but then it was the second she had started. The first lay on its side closer to the water's edge than she had intended. Though she hadn't intended it to roll anywhere.
Leather complained as she bent over the opening to dip out more ale. She hadn't worn her armor, and instead settled for a black leather halter, that exposed a bit of midriff, since her matching denim was painted on and stopped at the line of her hips. Her boots had been discarded at the fireside.
Bryn felt ashamed of that blaze, a blaze was laughable. It was twigs, at best, with a ring of stones around it to keep it from going further. A campfire would have put it to shame.