9/1/2025, 2:06 AM
The woman born of snow felt the same tether, though it did little to soothe the insatiable curiosity. He offered her a small, calm smile in return, though his confusion is scrawled across his weathered face.
It's as if the universe wished for me to find you again, he wished to say, but he didn't want her to find him mad!
It's unlike him to leer, but he cannot help himself; her beauty and her gentle voice stirs a reminiscing feeling. A yearning, perhaps, from an old life.
Had he known her as a man? Had she been a village woman he'd charmed during his travels, or perhaps he'd seen her fleeting face in the great halls of Ararnir?
Either way, their meeting feels...destined. Right in a way he couldn't possibly explain. With a slow step forward, his head drops; she's flighty, understandably, and the last thing he wished to do is frighten a woman that he was meant to find.
Her laughter is a pretty thing, and with it, there's another pulse in his heart. Another tug at their tether. His smile grows, and he too comes to chuckle alongside her.
I'm inclined to believe you, miss. The winds brought me to you.
It's as if the universe wished for me to find you again, he wished to say, but he didn't want her to find him mad!
It's unlike him to leer, but he cannot help himself; her beauty and her gentle voice stirs a reminiscing feeling. A yearning, perhaps, from an old life.
Had he known her as a man? Had she been a village woman he'd charmed during his travels, or perhaps he'd seen her fleeting face in the great halls of Ararnir?
Either way, their meeting feels...destined. Right in a way he couldn't possibly explain. With a slow step forward, his head drops; she's flighty, understandably, and the last thing he wished to do is frighten a woman that he was meant to find.
It's the strangest thing, and I cannot possibly remember where we've met. Or what life, even, where I'd known you.He explained. He takes a seat now, just in reach, but far enough for her comfort, of which he's mindful of.
Her laughter is a pretty thing, and with it, there's another pulse in his heart. Another tug at their tether. His smile grows, and he too comes to chuckle alongside her.
It's quite alright. It's an odd thing to be re-born into a world so different than your own. My name is Rhadamamthus. But perhaps you might've once known me as Deimos?
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"common • norse"
eve is welcome in all threads.