Who: Dean and Claire (Odin and Frigga) What: Gods meeting in expected places Where: Their apartment When: Not long after the lightning bolts. Rating: TBD Status: Closed
Once Rory fluttered his way back out to the rest of his day, Claire glanced around the apartment she shared with Dean- future husband, father to her child, and apparent lightning victim and god-host same as her. A year ago, the strangeness of the situation would have been more than a little impossible for her to wrap her head around. Now... who knew. The island was basically strange incarnate, and maybe it was the whole 'goddess' thing settling her nerves, but she was strangely okay with it.
Weird, but not bad. There was a peace in her mind she didn't remember knowing, like an afterglow without the sex. There was no need to rush or buzz around about anything, not even the impending birth of her child. Where there had been nerves and a growing anxiety about the whole parenthood thing- now there was a calm, confident warmth, embodied by everything she looked at, including the apartment itself.
Here was where she had made her home with the man she loved, where her child (or children?) would grow, laugh, and play. As she slid the cloak from her shoulders and delicately shook the snowflakes from her hair, she smiled to herself in quiet thought. Yule was near... there was decorating and celebrating to do.