this is honestly all word vomit, hopefully it makes sense. don't feel obligated to swing either way decision wise? i definitely should've had this planned a little better for her timeline i_i
he was close enough now that she could smell the bitterness clinging to him, the musk of his furs, the faint metallic tang of something like iron and smoke. you and blackfell man defy me.perhaps they had. perhaps she had, once. you did this, you betrayed me, you chose her. chose blood over clan.
the gift of context lifts the veil of confusion, if only in part. gjalla has never acted without reason. of this, she is sure—and though there must have been a reason behind her apparent disloyalty, he would not tell, and she would not pry an already aggrieved man for it, so she must take it at surface level.
always morwenna, who brings out the worst in her.
she let him talk until snow and silence swallowed them both, ears canted forward to listen. the woman did not bristle when he inched closer, though instinct begged her to. he was closer now, close enough that she could see every ridge and line of scar tissue in the socket of his missing eye. his breath burned against the cold, heavy with accusation and history, dancing with hers until she could hardly tell which air belonged to which.
her gaze flicked briefly to the horizon—the vast lake stretching like a blade of glass, the tundra endless. finally, she drew a breath, stealing the mist from his mouth.
he was close enough now that she could smell the bitterness clinging to him, the musk of his furs, the faint metallic tang of something like iron and smoke. you and blackfell man defy me.perhaps they had. perhaps she had, once. you did this, you betrayed me, you chose her. chose blood over clan.
the gift of context lifts the veil of confusion, if only in part. gjalla has never acted without reason. of this, she is sure—and though there must have been a reason behind her apparent disloyalty, he would not tell, and she would not pry an already aggrieved man for it, so she must take it at surface level.
always morwenna, who brings out the worst in her.
she let him talk until snow and silence swallowed them both, ears canted forward to listen. the woman did not bristle when he inched closer, though instinct begged her to. he was closer now, close enough that she could see every ridge and line of scar tissue in the socket of his missing eye. his breath burned against the cold, heavy with accusation and history, dancing with hers until she could hardly tell which air belonged to which.
her gaze flicked briefly to the horizon—the vast lake stretching like a blade of glass, the tundra endless. finally, she drew a breath, stealing the mist from his mouth.
i was disloyal, yes?she murmured,
then allow me to try again. i have no allies, no friends, no great army to raise against you. put me through trials, test me as you please. i would be yours to call upon when you need me.
or tell me to leave,she said.
and i will. i will walk until my scent fades from these wind and my name no longer burns in your mouth. but i need to know this feud will not be passed around for generations. that it ends with us.
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