5/2/2025, 6:06 PM
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The twins were a calamity of their own - and like any plague, they multiplied and spread, easily found in the murky edges of tragedy. It was an unfair depiction. It was a cruel label to pin to two children, hardly older than his own.
Cupid's ears twitched as Asgeir gloated, his mouth pressed into a thin and disapproving line. Maja announced that his daughter was unharmed - merely distraught, it seemed, which was only a slight improvement upon the fucking disaster his day had been so far.
If tears are of such intrigue to you, Asgeir, you ought to go find your brother. He left us quite distressed, earlier.A lie, but Cupid was a very good liar when it counted. He didn't think Asgeir was all that fascinated by anyone's tears unless it gave him ammunition against them, but Cupid was no fool - he knew that the two troublemaker boys of Freya's litter were scarcely seen apart. He expected the thread of Sverke being upset enough to show it to Cupid of all wolves might be enough to lure the other boy back to his brother's side. And, more importantly, away from Astrid.
The worried father then closed the distance to his daughter's prone form, nosing at her scruff in comfort and to assure himself of her safety.
