Life wasn't supposed to be easy. It was messy, raw, passionate, freeing, difficult and so much more. Freya had lived by two simple words marked across her the left side of her chest, 'Just live.' It was a very simple idea and yet broken down into pieces it became complicated and rich. It was more than just an idea, it was an experiance. A life, something that could not be weighed or valued on a simple scale. Things might not go easily but those were the things worth fighting for.
As Freya turned back to watch Thorfinn undress, she decided, he was worth fighting for. Fighting, whatever it took, for them to stay together. She didn't care what label they had, what name their relationship took. She knew, in her heart that he would be hers and she would be his. The world was vast and wide and they would have those who came into their lives, but through all of that, they'd have each other.
That was all that mattered to her.
She turned towards him with a smile, watching him wade into the water. Freya was never bashful when it came to nudity but she'd always been respectful. She wanted people around her to be comfortable. Now she took a moment to look over Thorfinn's chest, his waist and lower. She knew most of his scars. She couldn't help but ask about them and he'd slowly told her over their time of knowing each other.
A thought crossed her mind and she stepped up closer to him, tilting her head to the side. "I guess I shouldn't get naked and shift in front of other people now." It felt like a small thing to her but if they were a couple it was traditional that only they saw each other naked and that much she'd change for him. It was never something sexual but she'd do what Thorfinn was more comfortable with.
Her light gray eyes move over to Sylvi and Freya felt herself smile. "I'm glad that she still recognizes my scent. I didn't know if it'd changed." It was a silly thing but it meant a great deal to Freya. Her eyes moved back to Thorfinn. "It's nice to see that you've joined me. I'm going to duck under. I don't know if you need to bathe or not but I can braid your hair while we're here. I've been practicing all through Yule to get better and learn more braids."
Freya's own hair draped like a curtain to her waist and even now there were small tendrils that floated across the surface of the water, brushing an inch beneath her belly button as they floated around her hips and her abdomen.
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As Freya turned back to watch Thorfinn undress, she decided, he was worth fighting for. Fighting, whatever it took, for them to stay together. She didn't care what label they had, what name their relationship took. She knew, in her heart that he would be hers and she would be his. The world was vast and wide and they would have those who came into their lives, but through all of that, they'd have each other.
That was all that mattered to her.
She turned towards him with a smile, watching him wade into the water. Freya was never bashful when it came to nudity but she'd always been respectful. She wanted people around her to be comfortable. Now she took a moment to look over Thorfinn's chest, his waist and lower. She knew most of his scars. She couldn't help but ask about them and he'd slowly told her over their time of knowing each other.
A thought crossed her mind and she stepped up closer to him, tilting her head to the side. "I guess I shouldn't get naked and shift in front of other people now." It felt like a small thing to her but if they were a couple it was traditional that only they saw each other naked and that much she'd change for him. It was never something sexual but she'd do what Thorfinn was more comfortable with.
Her light gray eyes move over to Sylvi and Freya felt herself smile. "I'm glad that she still recognizes my scent. I didn't know if it'd changed." It was a silly thing but it meant a great deal to Freya. Her eyes moved back to Thorfinn. "It's nice to see that you've joined me. I'm going to duck under. I don't know if you need to bathe or not but I can braid your hair while we're here. I've been practicing all through Yule to get better and learn more braids."
Freya's own hair draped like a curtain to her waist and even now there were small tendrils that floated across the surface of the water, brushing an inch beneath her belly button as they floated around her hips and her abdomen.