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truly_desperate (truly_desperate) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2020-05-26 12:54:00

Entry tags:

brynhild, loki

Who: Loki & Bryn
Where: Bryn's club
What: We will see...
When: An hour after this
Rating: Middlish?
Open: Nope
Status: Finished
It had been good that Katherine had asked for his help before he had a chance to reply. His daughter's presence had calmed him down and her worry for him and his dark mood had painted his world in different colours. He had not talked about it and his child knew when not to ask. It had given him time to see the world from a different angle. Children did that to you. Sometimes even with their presence. Brynhild and him would always be connected. There were many relationships he could throw away and walk away from. Many without an ounce of remorse. But the vampire would forever be his niece's mother. He liked his niece. She came too much after her father for his own taste but she was a good child and a good cousin to his daughter.

So instead of unleashing his anger further or simply ignoring the reason for his anger, he used a, for him, unconventional approach. He had always disliked an open and honest conversation. It was when you lost control. But Shannon had showed him that it had not always followed with rejection and Katherine tended to always push him just a little bit further before she let him draw back into silence.

As with everyone, the stones had made him find Brynhild easily enough. The left half of his body was in skeletal form which just stopped at his cheeks and chin; he had a hard time holding onto life when emotions got the better of him. Brynhild looked a mess when he arrived. He did not need to smell the air or spot the bottles to know she had been drinking. For once, he did not comment on it.

"You are right," he said softly from where he had appeared. His voice was calm, his narrative carefully crafted. "I never thought you were good enough for him. Do you know why?"

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brynhild_ingouf
2020-05-27 06:20 am UTC (link)

"Loki, I had to bury all my children, and most of my grandchildren before I reached my first century. My first millennia I had seen wars, and illnesses that had wiped out whole civilizations. The Black plague wiped out over half of Europe alone." The memory of those years had her reaching back behind her in effort to get another bottle. She made a noise of disgust that her arm was not quite long enough. But she faced him again, when faced with that truth. "There was no saving them. And my daughters don't need me, they have been without me long enough by now that they have got on just fine. They want me, I guess, but want and need are very different things. And Zu, she has you, and your family." Bryn wasn't even sure she'd be missed. "And now her father has returned. So she does not need me at all." She shrugged as if it saying the words didn't feel like a giant plunging sword to the heart.

What she didn't realize was that her cheeks were wet, and stained with crimson tears. "As for what I learned... Everything that I know. I'm only two hundred years into my second millennia. I'm sure there's much more for me to learn, or will be. First, I must start with rebuilding how I was though." She leaned toward him as if it were a secret, and whispered loudly. "I've gotten very soft."