Thorfinn wanted to glare but he didn't allow himself to do so, he knew he would have been stubborn in her shoes as well. Being told to stop and think never did well when people said it to him. Worry was flooding him, he had never seen her so shaken even when she sobbed on him after his death she had not looked as broken up as she did now, didn't sound so hopeless and lost.
"Tell me how it feels, the differences. Maybe we can figure it out together."
He wasn't a magical being, but he was a heathen, in all meanings of the word. He believed in the world and magic all around him, in gods and sagas and glory and even more so, now he beveled in love and feeling the object of his love so shaken at his side made him feel useless.
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Date: 2017-01-03 09:32 pm (UTC)"Tell me how it feels, the differences. Maybe we can figure it out together."
He wasn't a magical being, but he was a heathen, in all meanings of the word. He believed in the world and magic all around him, in gods and sagas and glory and even more so, now he beveled in love and feeling the object of his love so shaken at his side made him feel useless.