9/18/2025, 5:34 PM
「 Skill Point ― Heartbroken」
The Skorungr lifted his eyes only to be met by the vision of the powdered colours of Cupid, a sight that momentarily made something flutter within the Norseman. The feeling was unexpected and one that was swallowed and suffocated beneath the guilt he continued to carry. The losses that he could not let go, the skeletons that hid within his closet.
It was wrong of him to have gone about Cupid the way that he had, to knock the man up while their own queen was expecting his children. The ego he once had had been lost, and the consequences sat heavily on his shoulders, crippled by the responsibility he had to those who looked upon him for guidance.
Who was he to guide when he had lost himself? When the shadows marred his vision and the paranoia began to pull down the veil, Tyr felt so ashamed. Except, with each step closer across the land bridge, Tyr found himself lighter, his eyes locked onto the blindman. Despite the pain, the guilt, Tyr still found himself wanting to be selfish.
The courtesan, his courtesan, turned diplomat, commanded something in Tyr that made the god lose all rationale. And what was worse was that he wanted that, to be as happy as he was with Cupid. If only he could break away from the pain that tainted his mind. Was he allowed to let go? Tyr paused before his paws met the sands of his isle, looking to Cupid as he sat on the shore in the bliss of his mind's eye.
Tyr couldn't help but watch, engulfed in his own silence.
It was wrong of him to have gone about Cupid the way that he had, to knock the man up while their own queen was expecting his children. The ego he once had had been lost, and the consequences sat heavily on his shoulders, crippled by the responsibility he had to those who looked upon him for guidance.
Who was he to guide when he had lost himself? When the shadows marred his vision and the paranoia began to pull down the veil, Tyr felt so ashamed. Except, with each step closer across the land bridge, Tyr found himself lighter, his eyes locked onto the blindman. Despite the pain, the guilt, Tyr still found himself wanting to be selfish.
The courtesan, his courtesan, turned diplomat, commanded something in Tyr that made the god lose all rationale. And what was worse was that he wanted that, to be as happy as he was with Cupid. If only he could break away from the pain that tainted his mind. Was he allowed to let go? Tyr paused before his paws met the sands of his isle, looking to Cupid as he sat on the shore in the bliss of his mind's eye.
Tyr couldn't help but watch, engulfed in his own silence.
