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spiced rum and lemon sweet tea is such an unassuming combo. i've had two 12oz drinks and it is kicking my white ass
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spiced rum and lemon sweet tea is such an unassuming combo. i've had two 12oz drinks and it is kicking my white ass
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A piece of pumpkin pie costs $2.00 in Jamaica, $2.45 in Barbados, and $3.00 in Puerto Rico. These are the pie rates of the Caribbean.
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*Hits poohead* I didn't have a problem but it's nice that the door is open :)
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Do you think God stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he's created?
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Timestamp: Right after Surface Pressure, approaching 4 PM
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“Crapbaskets, I’m late!”
Marco hated being late because being late meant Marco was disappointing someone. And for something so important as a late lunch with friends: Kylee and Adam.
Yeah, that was just the icing on the cake, but Marco didn’t realize how much work would be ahead of him at the Godmother. Suddenly the influx of people came in wanting their afternoon fix of sandwiches, or really whatever their heart desired, but Cat closed up shop early. That was a relief to Marco, but that didn’t change that he was running LATE!
Marco had taken the usual route: walking from main street to Dolly’s, then taking that same shortcut he took when he met with Roddy and Rylie just before he left.
The shortcut itself was pretty direct. It was a side entrance, but it was a straight and narrow path with minimal climbing needed. Marco had used that so many times that even the small bumps along the path were imprinted into his memory permanently.
As he crossed the street and went for the path, Marco had been walking somewhat briskly so he didn’t see the person on his left who was going for the same side entrance. Before he knew it…
BANG!
His head collided with theirs.
How could he be so foolish? Rushing like that. You had a limp, Marco! You have to be more careful.
Marco was on the floor, on his knees. His legs hurt but nothing was broken (well except his pride but quality time with friends could fix that). He was definitely bruised somewhere on the knee. And his head was killing him.
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!”
Wait, that’s a girl’s voice!
Marco didn’t expect running into some girl and literally bonk heads with her. “No need to apologize--” Marco rubbed his head, as he stood up. The girl he bumped into was still on the ground, so naturally he did the polite thing. Extending his arm out, Marco’s hand was in front of her. “It’s my fault. I was in such a rush that I didn’t see you were doing the same thing.” He laughed and brushed off what was a very painful and embarrassing thing and instead chose to focus his intention on the girl with the auburn hair who took his hand.
And then he immediately partially regretted it as he stood his ground while he helped her up.
“You’re not hurt, are you?” She asked as she brushed the dirt off of her pineapple shirt and bold blue jeans.
“No no, nothing is broken. Just a bit of a headache, but that was already there.” Again, he laughed it off and opted not to tell the truth about his headache. She seemed too sweet to have that burden and it’s not like he was completely innocent in it either. “I should be apologizing. I was in too much of a rush. Ma always told me to be careful.” Marco would never live it down if she heard of this and he heard her usual ‘I told you so’s
“Thank Jesus!” The girl had a huge sense of relief in her voice and on her face, as well. “As long as you’re not hurt then all is dandy!” She smiled brightly at Marco.
It was like staring into a mirror of himself, but one that was the opposite sex, had redder hair, and was a little shorter - but she had the same kind of bright smile that Marco often displayed long before the shooting. A lot happened and just looking at her made him think back to how he was. How he used to be so carefree and enjoyed life in what it offered him, not at all thinking that one day he’d lose his light. He was slowly getting it back, of course, but that didn’t change things.
“Uhm..hello?” The girl called to Marco but he was lost in thought.
It wouldn't be until a few more attempts that Marco snapped back. “Sorry, what did you say?”
She shook her head. “I was just asking if you were heading to the park too.”
“Oh…” There was a silence in the form of a delay. When Marco realized, his eyes sprung wide open. “Oh! Oh crapbaskets, I am even more late…later? Crap! I’m sorry, but I’m meeting a friend in the park!”
“Oh really? Me too! Maybe we can go together? This is the shortcut, right? I was told that it’s pretty direct.”
Marco didn’t mind the company in all honesty. “Sure, I don’t mind!”
With a less obvious but equally cheery smile, the girl gripped her bag tightly. It looked heavy but she could manage it. “I’m Stacy by the way. Stacy Capec.”
As they walked down the path, Marco smiled at Stacy. “Nice to meet ya Stacy! I’m Marco. Uh, Marco Brady!”
The trek through the path was a relatively short one and Stacy had stuck with him through most of it. They spent the entirety of it talking and Stacy was polite enough to not be in a total rush. Marco mentioned to her about a limp he had and had apologized for his slow walking pace. The clouds were slowly starting to gather and Marco wondered if it was a mistake coming to the park.
But it didn’t matter because he saw Adam and Kylee sitting on the bench, waiting. He saw food too. He really hoped he didn’t keep them. He walked closer to the bench so they were in earshot, not realizing that Stacy had been doing the same.
“Kylee!”
“Adam!”
Marco turned to Stacy, blinking at her. “Wait… you know Adam?”
“Oh yeah totally! He’s a friend!” She chirped so innocently as she looked over at him. “Funny running into you here, Adam!”
There was a moment Kylee was caught off guard. She expected Marco but she didn’t expect the random girl. She turned to Adam, giving a fake smile, the one that said she was so happy right now, but really, she wasn’t and behind her teeth, she gritted, “I didn’t know we were having more company, I would’ve gotten her food.” She hoped this was more coincidental than not and that Adam didn’t invite someone to her lunch date without consulting her. Especially a girl.
At this point both Adam and Kylee were sitting on the bench, waiting, but with the arrival of her friend and girl, Kylee was quick to get up and cross her arms. She observed the sight from head to toe, with careful scrutiny, “Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” She glanced at Adam then at Marco before resting her dark gaze on the stranger. “Kylee Grimm, and you are?” To say Kylee didn’t like surprises was an understatement. She was irked that her time to play catch up with her friend would now be officially ruined by some random girl. A girl that Adam knew likely from the time he disappeared for years, with no attempt to to contact her. A girl that probably wanted to get in his pants. A girl that thought she was a lot better than she actually was. Yeah, no. Kylee was not happy. Kylee hated surprises.
Adam was a little taken aback by the latest event to surround him. Of course he expected Marco to be there, I mean that’s why they were there but he wasn’t sure what to expect when he did see him despite Ky’s earlier notes about his condition. Maybe it’s because he wasn’t there during all the trials and tribulations but AC thought maybe Marco would look haggard, stressed and all limpy. Instead, he was greeted by a strong looking young man, healthy and happy by the look on his face. This was the Marco that Adam left behind. The little dweeb with a talent for soccer. Before his father grabbed him by his neck and dragged him to the car that night, Adam had discussed with the baby Brady about filming some of his upcoming matches and helping him hit together a highlight reel to help him get into a prestigious soccer camp. Hell it could even have led to college.
The girl that he brought with him, however? That was a completely different story. Stacy Capek was a face from Pinehurst. In fact she lived at the end of his old street. Her house had this great little rail in front of it that AC liked to grind when he was keeping the neighbours up with his late night skateboarding. She was a little younger than Adam, so they didn’t really socialise in school beyond a courteous nod. He knew her sister Katie better. Katie was a regular at Silo Comics, the one unmonitored escape the young Callahan was allowed to have in his captivity. They liked to argue in nerdish debates on who could beat who, the intricacies of powers and the uselessness of costumes. It was through Katie that he did eventually get to know Stacy a little more.
Adam turned his head to look at Kylee who was about three seconds and an arms length away from her Dark Place and going full Teddy Grimm on all their asses. No matter how much natural arts training AC had, he certainly wouldn’t want to be on the wrong end of dark Ky. “This is Stacy,” He began placing his hand softly on Kylee’s shoulder. “I know her from Pinehurst.” The shaggy haired Irish boy moved his gaze to the newcomer. “Stace, what are you doing in Edenridge? Is Katie with you?”
Stacy nervously waved at the girl who looked she was about to murder her. She had seen that kind of look in someone’s eyes before. Only Katie looked at her that way and only when she’d eat Katie’s comfort food, a donut hamburger (using two glazed donuts instead of hamburger buns for the you buns) without her permission. And considering Katie never gave Stacy permission, it was every time. But Stacy only ate that trash when she was starving and Stacy was always starving, so bit of a problem for both Zima sisters.
Marco looked at Stacy, who seemed lost in her thoughts. It was understandable. Kylee had nearly bit her head off. He had to play damage control. “Yeah sorry for being so late. Walking here from work was challenging and then I ran into Stacy..literally.” Marco laughed and then Stacy kind of giggled, seemingly bringing her out of her thoughts. Oh good, guess that solves the sub-problem.
Shaking her head almost in a cartoonish way, Stacy turned her attention to her friend. “Yeah, Kates here. She wanted to visit some place called Swat? Swerve?” Stacy tried to recall--”
“Oh! Swerve Arcana!” Marco chimed in, correcting a frazzled Stacy.
“Yeah that was it!” She said in an a-ha manner. “But it didn’t seem like my zone and I remember you said you were coming to this park…And I didn’t know if it would be now. Totally wasn’t stalking you or anything!” Stacy nervously glanced over at the girl who reminded her of Katie in a lot of ways. “..Or interrupt your guys’ lunch. I’m sorry!”
With furrowed brows, Kylee tried her best to calm the fuck down. Shit like this happened all the time. Unwarranted, unwanted guests. At least she wasn’t a bitch like Natalia. It’s fine. It’s whatever. She’ll catch up with Marco another fucking day. “Well since we are all here, happy reunion, I’m starving, and I’m going to eat. Stacy you are more than welcome to have some of our food.” Really, Stacy had no choice. Kylee was already in the motion of making her a plate.
The Mayor’s daughter was quick to get everyone’s food situated, placing their chinese container on the bench. “I can use a lid and just slap food for you, if you’re okay with that?” She looked over her shoulder, while using the bench as support, looking at the other girl expectantly. The lid rested beside her own sweet and sour chicken, waiting for Kylee to either eat it or scoop some into the lid.
She wanted to say no only because from the way she was looking at her before, that same murderous glare she had some bad PTSD from, she didn’t want to make things worse for her. At the same time, the Russian girl didn’t have it in her to say no. “Sure..yeah that’s fine!”
Adam rested his board against the bench next to his camera and grabbed his beef in black bean sauce from the pile of food. Stacy was a good kid and for whatever reason she was here and they now had to make the best of it. “It’s a surprise to me that you and Katie would up and leave Pinehurst to come here. Like the comic store back there is triple the size of ours. Katie would have far more choice.” AC had many reasons to flee the home of the monarchs and the nasties. Probably too many to count. He wondered if Katie and Stacy were doing the same. The grass definitely wasn’t greener in Edenridge, if anything it was scorched Earth. Adam turned to Ky and rested a gentle and reassuring hand on Kylee’s shoulder. “Stace lived down the street.”
“Well she said something about meeting some friends there? Honestly I can’t remember if she said anything other than that.” The truth was, Stacy really wasn’t listening to everything that Katie told her. She only memorized she was at that Swerve Arcana place and she was meeting a few friends.
Marco could sense it. The air was thick with the kind of tension that spelled doom for the immediate future, but if he could, he’d add a little light to it. Hopefully that would lighten the load a bit. “Down the street? That’s cool! And the odds you two would run into each other at the same time? Almost makes me believe in the higher power stuff.” Marco wasn’t necessarily a believer, but he liked the spiritual aspect of religion.
Oh, they were putting fate and religion in this now. Kylee slapped food onto Stacy’s plate and shoved the lid in her direction. “Oh that’s so sweet,” She said with a condescending undertone. Once Stacy took the lid from her hands, Kylee stood up, leaving her food behind, and brushing Adam’s hand off her shoulder.
Kylee beamed an unsettling, yet contrastingly kind smile. Her dark, brown eyes were piercing straight into Stacy’s soul. “He used to live so close to me too! You know, before he disappeared and decided to not try to contact me for YEARS. If he lived that close to a ‘friend’, who I don’t know? Had a phone that his father couldn’t monitor, maybe he would’ve contacted me! Oh! But that doesn’t matter. He’s back now, and things are just hunky dory. I’m so glad he had a friend.” Kylee crossed her arms, no longer with an appetite as she scanned the people around her. She should just go. Clearly, she was the odd man out, not knowing this girl on any level like Adam and Marco did. And clearly, she was still pissed at Adam for ABANDONING her.
With a sudden loss of appetite, Adam placed his food down and sighed. “Enough Kylee,” He began bluntly. “I thought of all people, with a dad like yours you’d understand but I guess I have to make this as simple as I can.” He rubbed his neck, feeling the nerves bubbling in his chest. “Everything I did, literally everything was monitored. My room had no windows and locks only the outside. I had to give my phone up every night. I could only use the laptop in his presence and if I tried to speak to anyone without telling him, my own father, would chain me to a fucking pipe and leave me there or beat the shit out of me. I wore an ankle monitor and he goddamn threatened outright to kill anyone I tried to tell, yes that includes you Ky. I was a damn inmate in my own home and for what? Tell me why?” Adam’s forest green eyes were filling up with tears. “I finally got out. I finally got free and I came home. Home to you and to Marco and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
There were tears in Adam’s eyes and yet even with the horror he went through, she still wanted to be selfish because he wasn’t the only one that struggled and if roles reversed, she wouldn’t have been afraid to die. She would’ve done what she could to let him know she was okay and that she loved him. The darkness slipped into her chest and through her body. Her eyes grew dull as she teethed, “You think I’m scared of death, Adam? I was in a room of people bleeding out. My fucking ex boyfriend died in my arms. My HOUSE is a GRAVEYARD. I don’t need fucking protection. What I needed was to know you CARED. Yeah, I understand. I have a shitty father. You have a shitty father. But I also understand that I really didn’t mean a goddamn thing to you, you know what? Why am I here?”
Kylee looked from Adam to Stacy to Marco. Marco was her exception, but Pinehurst people were all the same. They were awful people. It was clear what she needed to do with her current dilemma with Wes. She needed to break up with him. If he wasn’t going to pick up his phone, then she’d just text him and say they were done. He wasn’t giving her any other choice. “I’m going home.” She didn’t bother cleaning up her food. All she did was turn on her heel and walk off. Why did she think today was going to be a good day? She shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up. Taking out her phone, she searched for her father’s number, hoping he was free to pick her up.
“Absolutely-fucking-not,” Adam exclaimed as he noticed the caller ID that Kylee was aiming for. “Kylee, we’re gonna head out and sort through this.” He turned to the awestruck in awkwardness Marco and Stacey. “I’m really sorry about this guys. There’s a lot of unresolved issues we’ve got to deal with. I live in Westwood now, so hit me up soon Marco and we’ll raid Swerve or something, proper catch up between the two of us.” He looked at Stacy. God poor Stacy. She stumbled into some chaos. “For what it’s worth it was nice seeing you, Stace. If you and Kate are ever in town again, look me up? And it goes without saying but please don’t tell my dad where I am.” Kicking his board into his arm, and hanging his camera around his chest, Adam took a hold of Kylee’s hand gently but firm. “We’re going back to my place. You are not going home in this storm and I have something for you to see.”
Adam had a black belt. Even if she wanted to pull away, she knew the odds of taking him down were unlikely. She knew as long as he was well aware that the person she was going to see was her father, he wouldn’t let her go. No matter what. It reminded her, and likely him, too much of when they were younger when they were unraveling ghost stories and it was getting late. She would say she didn’t want to go home and he would tell her don’t, stay with me. Begrudgingly, she accepted his hand but didn’t look at him. She didn’t say a word. Curiosity did peak when he said he had something to show her but she wouldn’t be caught dead showing that on her face right now.
She was still mad.
With her other hand, she held her phone and looked at her dad’s number. Sighing to herself, she turned her screen off and slipped it in her back pant’s pocket. She couldn’t believe she brought up the day of the shooting. She hadn’t talked about that since… well, she hadn’t talked about that ever. Subtly, her body was shaking from the flashing memories that bombarded her mind when she was yelling at Adam. She shouldn’t have said any of that. Biting the bottom of her lip, deep in thought, all she could see was Charlie now and how easy it was to take a life.
That certainly went from zero to 100 in the worst way possible. Marco had no words. Even if he did, at the rate both Kylee and Adam were going and the things she was saying, there was no possible way he’d get any words in. It was almost clear to him that, for whatever reason, Stacy being here and apparently not only being a friend of Adam’s (something Marco was still processing in the sense of what were the odds she’d be here at the same time he was going to meet Adam), but she was also a neighbor of his from Pinehurst. No doubt that it was a lot to take in, but it seemed to Marco that there was something else. Hopefully Adam is able to help her, though. “No te preocupes por eso. It’s fine! Whenever it's good for you!” Marco smiled at Adam, but he wasn’t sure about Kylee. He just hoped she wasn’t mad at him.
Stacy was lost in her own thoughts both during the whole exchange Adam had with the angry girl and a bit afterwards. She didn’t know if it was something she did or what, but it felt like she did something, and that only made her feel worse about herself. She had come here just to see if Adam was even around. She had no idea of knowing she’d run into someone who not only apparently knew Adam from a time before she did, but was with someone who didn’t like her. So it was all just very stressful and it had been eating away at her. She was only brought out of it when he spoke to her directly. “Oh! Yeah, my lips are sealed!” Stacy emphasized with a zipping motion.
Feeling Kylee shaking in his hands, Adam hated every second of it. “Alright, you guys get home safe ok?” He offered the pair a sincere toothy smile. “Last thing we need is death by bad weather.” He looked up at the big black cloud that since the beginning of the argument, seemed to have absorbed all of that negative to increase in size and darkness. It was both simultaneously wondrous and horrifying. “Let’s get out of here,” he looked down at the forlorn Kylee with a pain in his heart before gently leading her towards the exit from Lyon park.
Marco hated being late because being late meant Marco was disappointing someone. And for something so important as a late lunch with friends: Kylee and Adam.
Yeah, that was just the icing on the cake, but Marco didn’t realize how much work would be ahead of him at the Godmother. Suddenly the influx of people came in wanting their afternoon fix of sandwiches, or really whatever their heart desired, but Cat closed up shop early. That was a relief to Marco, but that didn’t change that he was running LATE!
Marco had taken the usual route: walking from main street to Dolly’s, then taking that same shortcut he took when he met with Roddy and Rylie just before he left.
The shortcut itself was pretty direct. It was a side entrance, but it was a straight and narrow path with minimal climbing needed. Marco had used that so many times that even the small bumps along the path were imprinted into his memory permanently.
As he crossed the street and went for the path, Marco had been walking somewhat briskly so he didn’t see the person on his left who was going for the same side entrance. Before he knew it…
BANG!
His head collided with theirs.
How could he be so foolish? Rushing like that. You had a limp, Marco! You have to be more careful.
Marco was on the floor, on his knees. His legs hurt but nothing was broken (well except his pride but quality time with friends could fix that). He was definitely bruised somewhere on the knee. And his head was killing him.
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!”
Wait, that’s a girl’s voice!
Marco didn’t expect running into some girl and literally bonk heads with her. “No need to apologize--” Marco rubbed his head, as he stood up. The girl he bumped into was still on the ground, so naturally he did the polite thing. Extending his arm out, Marco’s hand was in front of her. “It’s my fault. I was in such a rush that I didn’t see you were doing the same thing.” He laughed and brushed off what was a very painful and embarrassing thing and instead chose to focus his intention on the girl with the auburn hair who took his hand.
And then he immediately partially regretted it as he stood his ground while he helped her up.
“You’re not hurt, are you?” She asked as she brushed the dirt off of her pineapple shirt and bold blue jeans.
“No no, nothing is broken. Just a bit of a headache, but that was already there.” Again, he laughed it off and opted not to tell the truth about his headache. She seemed too sweet to have that burden and it’s not like he was completely innocent in it either. “I should be apologizing. I was in too much of a rush. Ma always told me to be careful.” Marco would never live it down if she heard of this and he heard her usual ‘I told you so’s
“Thank Jesus!” The girl had a huge sense of relief in her voice and on her face, as well. “As long as you’re not hurt then all is dandy!” She smiled brightly at Marco.
It was like staring into a mirror of himself, but one that was the opposite sex, had redder hair, and was a little shorter - but she had the same kind of bright smile that Marco often displayed long before the shooting. A lot happened and just looking at her made him think back to how he was. How he used to be so carefree and enjoyed life in what it offered him, not at all thinking that one day he’d lose his light. He was slowly getting it back, of course, but that didn’t change things.
“Uhm..hello?” The girl called to Marco but he was lost in thought.
It wouldn't be until a few more attempts that Marco snapped back. “Sorry, what did you say?”
She shook her head. “I was just asking if you were heading to the park too.”
“Oh…” There was a silence in the form of a delay. When Marco realized, his eyes sprung wide open. “Oh! Oh crapbaskets, I am even more late…later? Crap! I’m sorry, but I’m meeting a friend in the park!”
“Oh really? Me too! Maybe we can go together? This is the shortcut, right? I was told that it’s pretty direct.”
Marco didn’t mind the company in all honesty. “Sure, I don’t mind!”
With a less obvious but equally cheery smile, the girl gripped her bag tightly. It looked heavy but she could manage it. “I’m Stacy by the way. Stacy Capec.”
As they walked down the path, Marco smiled at Stacy. “Nice to meet ya Stacy! I’m Marco. Uh, Marco Brady!”
The trek through the path was a relatively short one and Stacy had stuck with him through most of it. They spent the entirety of it talking and Stacy was polite enough to not be in a total rush. Marco mentioned to her about a limp he had and had apologized for his slow walking pace. The clouds were slowly starting to gather and Marco wondered if it was a mistake coming to the park.
But it didn’t matter because he saw Adam and Kylee sitting on the bench, waiting. He saw food too. He really hoped he didn’t keep them. He walked closer to the bench so they were in earshot, not realizing that Stacy had been doing the same.
“Kylee!”
“Adam!”
Marco turned to Stacy, blinking at her. “Wait… you know Adam?”
“Oh yeah totally! He’s a friend!” She chirped so innocently as she looked over at him. “Funny running into you here, Adam!”
There was a moment Kylee was caught off guard. She expected Marco but she didn’t expect the random girl. She turned to Adam, giving a fake smile, the one that said she was so happy right now, but really, she wasn’t and behind her teeth, she gritted, “I didn’t know we were having more company, I would’ve gotten her food.” She hoped this was more coincidental than not and that Adam didn’t invite someone to her lunch date without consulting her. Especially a girl.
At this point both Adam and Kylee were sitting on the bench, waiting, but with the arrival of her friend and girl, Kylee was quick to get up and cross her arms. She observed the sight from head to toe, with careful scrutiny, “Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” She glanced at Adam then at Marco before resting her dark gaze on the stranger. “Kylee Grimm, and you are?” To say Kylee didn’t like surprises was an understatement. She was irked that her time to play catch up with her friend would now be officially ruined by some random girl. A girl that Adam knew likely from the time he disappeared for years, with no attempt to to contact her. A girl that probably wanted to get in his pants. A girl that thought she was a lot better than she actually was. Yeah, no. Kylee was not happy. Kylee hated surprises.
Adam was a little taken aback by the latest event to surround him. Of course he expected Marco to be there, I mean that’s why they were there but he wasn’t sure what to expect when he did see him despite Ky’s earlier notes about his condition. Maybe it’s because he wasn’t there during all the trials and tribulations but AC thought maybe Marco would look haggard, stressed and all limpy. Instead, he was greeted by a strong looking young man, healthy and happy by the look on his face. This was the Marco that Adam left behind. The little dweeb with a talent for soccer. Before his father grabbed him by his neck and dragged him to the car that night, Adam had discussed with the baby Brady about filming some of his upcoming matches and helping him hit together a highlight reel to help him get into a prestigious soccer camp. Hell it could even have led to college.
The girl that he brought with him, however? That was a completely different story. Stacy Capek was a face from Pinehurst. In fact she lived at the end of his old street. Her house had this great little rail in front of it that AC liked to grind when he was keeping the neighbours up with his late night skateboarding. She was a little younger than Adam, so they didn’t really socialise in school beyond a courteous nod. He knew her sister Katie better. Katie was a regular at Silo Comics, the one unmonitored escape the young Callahan was allowed to have in his captivity. They liked to argue in nerdish debates on who could beat who, the intricacies of powers and the uselessness of costumes. It was through Katie that he did eventually get to know Stacy a little more.
Adam turned his head to look at Kylee who was about three seconds and an arms length away from her Dark Place and going full Teddy Grimm on all their asses. No matter how much natural arts training AC had, he certainly wouldn’t want to be on the wrong end of dark Ky. “This is Stacy,” He began placing his hand softly on Kylee’s shoulder. “I know her from Pinehurst.” The shaggy haired Irish boy moved his gaze to the newcomer. “Stace, what are you doing in Edenridge? Is Katie with you?”
Stacy nervously waved at the girl who looked she was about to murder her. She had seen that kind of look in someone’s eyes before. Only Katie looked at her that way and only when she’d eat Katie’s comfort food, a donut hamburger (using two glazed donuts instead of hamburger buns for the you buns) without her permission. And considering Katie never gave Stacy permission, it was every time. But Stacy only ate that trash when she was starving and Stacy was always starving, so bit of a problem for both Zima sisters.
Marco looked at Stacy, who seemed lost in her thoughts. It was understandable. Kylee had nearly bit her head off. He had to play damage control. “Yeah sorry for being so late. Walking here from work was challenging and then I ran into Stacy..literally.” Marco laughed and then Stacy kind of giggled, seemingly bringing her out of her thoughts. Oh good, guess that solves the sub-problem.
Shaking her head almost in a cartoonish way, Stacy turned her attention to her friend. “Yeah, Kates here. She wanted to visit some place called Swat? Swerve?” Stacy tried to recall--”
“Oh! Swerve Arcana!” Marco chimed in, correcting a frazzled Stacy.
“Yeah that was it!” She said in an a-ha manner. “But it didn’t seem like my zone and I remember you said you were coming to this park…And I didn’t know if it would be now. Totally wasn’t stalking you or anything!” Stacy nervously glanced over at the girl who reminded her of Katie in a lot of ways. “..Or interrupt your guys’ lunch. I’m sorry!”
With furrowed brows, Kylee tried her best to calm the fuck down. Shit like this happened all the time. Unwarranted, unwanted guests. At least she wasn’t a bitch like Natalia. It’s fine. It’s whatever. She’ll catch up with Marco another fucking day. “Well since we are all here, happy reunion, I’m starving, and I’m going to eat. Stacy you are more than welcome to have some of our food.” Really, Stacy had no choice. Kylee was already in the motion of making her a plate.
The Mayor’s daughter was quick to get everyone’s food situated, placing their chinese container on the bench. “I can use a lid and just slap food for you, if you’re okay with that?” She looked over her shoulder, while using the bench as support, looking at the other girl expectantly. The lid rested beside her own sweet and sour chicken, waiting for Kylee to either eat it or scoop some into the lid.
She wanted to say no only because from the way she was looking at her before, that same murderous glare she had some bad PTSD from, she didn’t want to make things worse for her. At the same time, the Russian girl didn’t have it in her to say no. “Sure..yeah that’s fine!”
Adam rested his board against the bench next to his camera and grabbed his beef in black bean sauce from the pile of food. Stacy was a good kid and for whatever reason she was here and they now had to make the best of it. “It’s a surprise to me that you and Katie would up and leave Pinehurst to come here. Like the comic store back there is triple the size of ours. Katie would have far more choice.” AC had many reasons to flee the home of the monarchs and the nasties. Probably too many to count. He wondered if Katie and Stacy were doing the same. The grass definitely wasn’t greener in Edenridge, if anything it was scorched Earth. Adam turned to Ky and rested a gentle and reassuring hand on Kylee’s shoulder. “Stace lived down the street.”
“Well she said something about meeting some friends there? Honestly I can’t remember if she said anything other than that.” The truth was, Stacy really wasn’t listening to everything that Katie told her. She only memorized she was at that Swerve Arcana place and she was meeting a few friends.
Marco could sense it. The air was thick with the kind of tension that spelled doom for the immediate future, but if he could, he’d add a little light to it. Hopefully that would lighten the load a bit. “Down the street? That’s cool! And the odds you two would run into each other at the same time? Almost makes me believe in the higher power stuff.” Marco wasn’t necessarily a believer, but he liked the spiritual aspect of religion.
Oh, they were putting fate and religion in this now. Kylee slapped food onto Stacy’s plate and shoved the lid in her direction. “Oh that’s so sweet,” She said with a condescending undertone. Once Stacy took the lid from her hands, Kylee stood up, leaving her food behind, and brushing Adam’s hand off her shoulder.
Kylee beamed an unsettling, yet contrastingly kind smile. Her dark, brown eyes were piercing straight into Stacy’s soul. “He used to live so close to me too! You know, before he disappeared and decided to not try to contact me for YEARS. If he lived that close to a ‘friend’, who I don’t know? Had a phone that his father couldn’t monitor, maybe he would’ve contacted me! Oh! But that doesn’t matter. He’s back now, and things are just hunky dory. I’m so glad he had a friend.” Kylee crossed her arms, no longer with an appetite as she scanned the people around her. She should just go. Clearly, she was the odd man out, not knowing this girl on any level like Adam and Marco did. And clearly, she was still pissed at Adam for ABANDONING her.
With a sudden loss of appetite, Adam placed his food down and sighed. “Enough Kylee,” He began bluntly. “I thought of all people, with a dad like yours you’d understand but I guess I have to make this as simple as I can.” He rubbed his neck, feeling the nerves bubbling in his chest. “Everything I did, literally everything was monitored. My room had no windows and locks only the outside. I had to give my phone up every night. I could only use the laptop in his presence and if I tried to speak to anyone without telling him, my own father, would chain me to a fucking pipe and leave me there or beat the shit out of me. I wore an ankle monitor and he goddamn threatened outright to kill anyone I tried to tell, yes that includes you Ky. I was a damn inmate in my own home and for what? Tell me why?” Adam’s forest green eyes were filling up with tears. “I finally got out. I finally got free and I came home. Home to you and to Marco and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
There were tears in Adam’s eyes and yet even with the horror he went through, she still wanted to be selfish because he wasn’t the only one that struggled and if roles reversed, she wouldn’t have been afraid to die. She would’ve done what she could to let him know she was okay and that she loved him. The darkness slipped into her chest and through her body. Her eyes grew dull as she teethed, “You think I’m scared of death, Adam? I was in a room of people bleeding out. My fucking ex boyfriend died in my arms. My HOUSE is a GRAVEYARD. I don’t need fucking protection. What I needed was to know you CARED. Yeah, I understand. I have a shitty father. You have a shitty father. But I also understand that I really didn’t mean a goddamn thing to you, you know what? Why am I here?”
Kylee looked from Adam to Stacy to Marco. Marco was her exception, but Pinehurst people were all the same. They were awful people. It was clear what she needed to do with her current dilemma with Wes. She needed to break up with him. If he wasn’t going to pick up his phone, then she’d just text him and say they were done. He wasn’t giving her any other choice. “I’m going home.” She didn’t bother cleaning up her food. All she did was turn on her heel and walk off. Why did she think today was going to be a good day? She shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up. Taking out her phone, she searched for her father’s number, hoping he was free to pick her up.
“Absolutely-fucking-not,” Adam exclaimed as he noticed the caller ID that Kylee was aiming for. “Kylee, we’re gonna head out and sort through this.” He turned to the awestruck in awkwardness Marco and Stacey. “I’m really sorry about this guys. There’s a lot of unresolved issues we’ve got to deal with. I live in Westwood now, so hit me up soon Marco and we’ll raid Swerve or something, proper catch up between the two of us.” He looked at Stacy. God poor Stacy. She stumbled into some chaos. “For what it’s worth it was nice seeing you, Stace. If you and Kate are ever in town again, look me up? And it goes without saying but please don’t tell my dad where I am.” Kicking his board into his arm, and hanging his camera around his chest, Adam took a hold of Kylee’s hand gently but firm. “We’re going back to my place. You are not going home in this storm and I have something for you to see.”
Adam had a black belt. Even if she wanted to pull away, she knew the odds of taking him down were unlikely. She knew as long as he was well aware that the person she was going to see was her father, he wouldn’t let her go. No matter what. It reminded her, and likely him, too much of when they were younger when they were unraveling ghost stories and it was getting late. She would say she didn’t want to go home and he would tell her don’t, stay with me. Begrudgingly, she accepted his hand but didn’t look at him. She didn’t say a word. Curiosity did peak when he said he had something to show her but she wouldn’t be caught dead showing that on her face right now.
She was still mad.
With her other hand, she held her phone and looked at her dad’s number. Sighing to herself, she turned her screen off and slipped it in her back pant’s pocket. She couldn’t believe she brought up the day of the shooting. She hadn’t talked about that since… well, she hadn’t talked about that ever. Subtly, her body was shaking from the flashing memories that bombarded her mind when she was yelling at Adam. She shouldn’t have said any of that. Biting the bottom of her lip, deep in thought, all she could see was Charlie now and how easy it was to take a life.
That certainly went from zero to 100 in the worst way possible. Marco had no words. Even if he did, at the rate both Kylee and Adam were going and the things she was saying, there was no possible way he’d get any words in. It was almost clear to him that, for whatever reason, Stacy being here and apparently not only being a friend of Adam’s (something Marco was still processing in the sense of what were the odds she’d be here at the same time he was going to meet Adam), but she was also a neighbor of his from Pinehurst. No doubt that it was a lot to take in, but it seemed to Marco that there was something else. Hopefully Adam is able to help her, though. “No te preocupes por eso. It’s fine! Whenever it's good for you!” Marco smiled at Adam, but he wasn’t sure about Kylee. He just hoped she wasn’t mad at him.
Stacy was lost in her own thoughts both during the whole exchange Adam had with the angry girl and a bit afterwards. She didn’t know if it was something she did or what, but it felt like she did something, and that only made her feel worse about herself. She had come here just to see if Adam was even around. She had no idea of knowing she’d run into someone who not only apparently knew Adam from a time before she did, but was with someone who didn’t like her. So it was all just very stressful and it had been eating away at her. She was only brought out of it when he spoke to her directly. “Oh! Yeah, my lips are sealed!” Stacy emphasized with a zipping motion.
Feeling Kylee shaking in his hands, Adam hated every second of it. “Alright, you guys get home safe ok?” He offered the pair a sincere toothy smile. “Last thing we need is death by bad weather.” He looked up at the big black cloud that since the beginning of the argument, seemed to have absorbed all of that negative to increase in size and darkness. It was both simultaneously wondrous and horrifying. “Let’s get out of here,” he looked down at the forlorn Kylee with a pain in his heart before gently leading her towards the exit from Lyon park.
so not trying to seem impatient or anything but hope everything's okay @G3njii!
@metanoia Thanks for the vote! In regards to your questions:
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You can be whatever age, I just didn't want to limit anyone. It's possible to have had your partner in the analog world for some time, though you wouldn't have had a digivice, and you wouldn't have had your partner for more than 5 years, maximum. I was figuring on having them all meet at the same time, probably a group of ex-Sovereign retainers/refugees from the Tyrants, but you did remind me partnerships in the analog world do exist in this setting - not many, but they do exist.
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For the most part, I'd prefer a singular line. However, it's worth noting there will be items that can cause evolution into a different form.
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Mostly the former - they just aren't partnered to a tamer. However, that doesn't mean they can't have animalistic traits or even be like animals.
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I was sort of creating a custom digivice I've codenamed 'Constellation' - besides being able to store items, they supposedly allow a direct line to the Sovereigns, can produce a shield that can take even a Mega attack (though only once, and they take some time to recharge), and would allow the tamer to digivolve a limited number of non-partner digimon up to Perfect level and a partner digimon up to Mega (via biomerge, it's looking like). Depending on the Sovereign connection, they'd even allow for Deva-related boons. (For example, Xuanwumon's connection would grant access to items granting telekinesis, enhanced strength, and the Treasure Wheel/Bao Lun)
I was also thinking present day, mostly due to the digivices coming from an electronic device on the tamer's person and me not wanting to double-check what existed in 1999/2000/2003/etc as options.
Ooh okay! So when you say analog, is that what we're calling the human world? It's probably the case but I wanted to make sure before I assumed because I've always been proven wrong in that case.
Singular line? Got it boss! I can definitely do that!
I do love that idea for the custom digivice. It's very thematic for the concept of the rp and it just sounds cool - especially the bit about it connecting us to the sovereigns. Very cool. Not sure I understand how the items work, though. Would those be like canonical weapons that digimon have used (i.e. wargreymon's shield, leomon's sword, etc)? Or more like being able to use digimon attacks for a brief amount of time? And would they be activated via digimodify cards or something similar?
@JDubs @Mole @Fish of Oblivion @metanoia @The World Just wanted to check if anyone had any questions thus far. In addition, I was hoping everyone could vote on a couple of matters?
- The role of humans:
- Direct (e.g. spirit evolution)
- Off to the side (e.g. crest/digimental evolution)
- A mixture (e.g. biomerge evolution): |
- Handling locations visited:
- Just focus on the five main regions
- Include villages/locations between regions
Ah sorry I had a busy few days that I couldn't do much of anything in regards to the guild.
As for the vote, I definitely prefer the direct approach of digivolution. Crests don't need to be a factor (though they are nice). I think maybe blending the biomerge into it for mega forms could be a nice way of finding a middle ground. But personally, I was never big on spirit evolutions that Frontier gave us. It's just my personal preference but yeah.
As for locations, I like the idea of exploring locations between regions but I also like the idea of the regions themselves. Perosnally, I say just go with what feels natural. I know sometimes on adventure stories, those little in-between spots, though they could technically be classified as filler, aren't so bad. Whatever your overall plans are is all kosher with me!
Now for a couple questions I have
As far as meeting a Digimon partner, since the ages of the humans seem to be spread out, does that mean there's a potential that we've had our Digimon partner for quite some time (should we be older)? Or will all characters be meeting their Digimon partners all at the same time?
On the topic of Digimon partners but more specifically lines, how would you prefer it work? I've always been a fan of the singular line myself. Would that be the approach we'd be taking (i.e one defined line like in the anime)?
How would feral Digimon partners work? That's something that interested me tbh. Would that be more of a case of wild Digimon bonding with older tamers or would they be more suspect to animalistic traits like Ryu's Cyberdramon?
I suppose the last question is purely on a cosmetic end of things: what era of digivice we working with? Oh and on that note, we in present day or we goin to the past for nostalgia sake?
Ngl I never watched xros wars, so i never knew about soundbirdmon but i gotta say that's a rad-looking mon.
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location: Thor’s Apartment
interactions: Thor @metanoia & Sif @Danvers
mentions: Odin || Heimdall || Tyr
interactions: Thor @metanoia & Sif @Danvers
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When Thor made it back from Persephone and Hades’ house, he reflected on the conversation he had with Persephone and what she advised him to do. The topic of family and not leaving unsaid words as just that was one that made him consider a lot. It made him think about his brothers, about Baldr and Vali, about Heimdall. All of them that may or may not have been Odin’s preferred sons. His relationship with them was strained (to put it politely).
And that wasn’t even factoring in how he felt about Odin himself. The almighty Alfather, the person that always thought of himself above everyone. If you weren’t for him, then you were essentially against him. Yeah, that’s what Thor came to know as his normal for so long.
But then the events at the Olympic Club happened. Those two greeks were dead. Anything they left unsaid would remain that way, because somebody took that choice away from them. No final goodbyes. No one last get together before they faded into Helheim (or whatever it was the Greeks believed). Nothing but crashing down from the skylight and their skulls crashing against the ground.
It was dishonorable, really. Not on them but on their killer or killers. Whoever did it held no respect for them. An honorable death would have saved everyone the grief of seeing them fall like that.
As the God of Thunder pulled in front of his dojo, he contemplated whether or not he was going to open shop. He was livid. Anger consumed him as he lamented more and more about everything today. Persephone’s words, her children the fury that he felt that he knew needed to be dealt with in only the way Thor knew how.
But he wasn’t sure what he should do. Open up shop and help someone or go upstairs, sleep for a few hours, and then, when night takes hold of Seattle, hunt those who hurt the innocents of Belltown.
Conflicted beyond any means of clarity Thor angrily exited his truck, slamming it as he walked past his dojo and made his way upstairs. He was in no place to teach anyone. It’s not like any of his students were going to be around today anyway. They were made aware that they had today off. All classes were canceled because of the festival, but with that now being called off, there was nothing for Thor to do but relax as much as he could (that was what Sekhmet told him to do in a manner of speaking).
He pulled his keys out of his pocket but realized something when he went to turn it.
“It’s unlocked?” Thor narrowed his eyes. He was too exhausted to take on a foe, but a mere mortal breaking into his apartment? That was, if nothing else, something he could handle.
In a swift moment, the door blasted open as the God of Thunder rushed in. the light had been turned on, Thor’s eyes were red with an anger he had dwelling deep inside him and when he saw someone, he didn’t really see them. He acted instinctively and pressed his toned forearm against their collarbone, rushing them to the ground in a simultaneous moment. He sat on top of them, legs locking theirs in, pressing his forearm against their neck only hard enough to keep them in place. “You sure have a lot of nerve--” Anger quickly subsided as he saw who was under him. That blonde hair, those eyes, the expression that he remembered so fondly. “--Sif? Is…is that really you?”
"Ow..." Sif groaned after a moment of shocked silence, suspecting she was going to have more than a few bruises in the morning. Her hands moved to grip onto his powerful forearm, trying and failing to push him away. It was impossible though, he was a deity of strength and power and she, well...her hair was a Fífl.
"Is this how you greet people nowadays?" She grumbled as she gave up, flopping back onto the hard floor. It did occur to her that maybe waiting in his apartment was not as socially acceptable as she'd first assumed. But when she'd told the superintendent of the building that she was Johans wife - mortal names were kind of weird - he'd had no qualms in showing her where the god of thunder kept his spare key.
Soft green eyes roamed over his form as she waited for him to move. It was like Týr, he looked the same but also different. She could sense that he was not okay, though whether it was because of her or something else, she wasn't quite sure. Lying there, Sif became acutely aware of their rather unbecoming position, which once would have been happily welcomed by the goddess. Now though...now she just wanted to be able to move her legs again.
"You're heavy..." She added quietly, trying to hide her embarrassment as her hair flashed crimson red.
He realized this a moment too late. “Oh..Sorry..” Sif laid under him, his forearm practically almost choking her and likely not in a way that was preferred (at least in thor’s recent experience generally speaking), he removed it from her collarbone and stood up, removing one leg off her body at a time. As he stood up, he grabbed her hand to help her up. It was still daunting that she was here. After all this time, Sif, his beloved wife, was here.
Looking at her, he couldn’t help but wonder where she was for so many centuries. A thought had come to him but he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions -- not yet, at least. “I..” He swore he would never say this, but Thor felt it was appropriate. “By Odin’s Beard, I can’t believe you’re actually here.” In a moment that had him consumed by emotion, rage no longer dominant but rather a cure to a heartbreak that was multiple centuries old, Thor took his wife(?) into an embrace. “I don’t know how but you’re here.” His voice cracked as he once again had her in a tight hold, possibly nearly crushing her fragile bones with his big arms.
Sif froze in place, taken aback by the outburst of emotion from a man who she had previously known to be much more composed. Not that she judged him for it. She had already cried at least three times since awakening. Eventually she rested her head against his chest, though she felt more awkward than comforted by their closeness. Hands warily moved to halfheartedly grip onto his shirt, which smelt weird and not at all like the one she had worn only half a day before.
"I-I flew in the sky." She announced ridiculously, "Well I mean, I woke up first. Then Týr found me and I got on a plane..." Sif mumbled her lacklustre explanation, probably providing more confusion for the god than anything else. "It was far out!" She said with a small smile, pleased at her attempt to use 'modern' english. Sif had in fact watched Good Morning, Vietnam on the flight over and had entirely failed to comprehend it being set almost 60 years in the past. It had been enough to realise that the tiny people weren't actually stuck behind the screen.
“Far out?” Thor couldn’t help himself as he laughed. Laughed so bad that it was almost like a croak due to the fact that he was high on emotions. Going from ire to yearning to whatever he was experiencing now, it was all just so much. He could feel himself breakdown at any given moment, yet something he clung to outside of physically clinging to Sif was what she mentioned about waking up. As he released her from the hug and looked at his wife, he blinked at her. “Did…you say you just woke up?” There was a part of him that almost felt relieved. He spent so long searching for her and she was still in those chambers the entire time.
"Why are you laughing?" Sif frowned, her bottom lip forming a small pout. Folding her arms across her chest she took a step back, strangely feeling a small amount of relief now that there was physical space between them. Had things changed whilst she was in the chamber? Or had it been even before the fall? Ignoring these doubts she nodded slowly at his question. "I woke up in Denmark. I guess most other people awoke years ago but I've been sleeping since the fall..." Her hands ran comfortingly up and down her arms as she dared to approach the one thought that had been stuck in her head. There was no point hiding from the fact that he had lived so many centuries without her.
"So...you've been around this whole time?" She asked simply, watching for his response.
In the midst of Thor’s own emotional roller coaster that carried him from joy and anger to some form of sadness and hope that he couldn’t explain, it took the God of Thunder a few extra moments (albeit accelerated by the pout on Sif’s face) to process exactly what she said. The years he spent searching for her, those decades upon decades of never giving up until the renaissance era, she wasn’t elsewhere trying to find her life nor was she just hiding in plain sight like he thought she had been. No, she was asleep. Asleep in Denmark. That in itself had forced Thor to take a step back (in a manner of speaking) because so many thoughts went through his head.
“Y-yeah..” He muttered slowly to her question. Shaking his head briefly, he took in a deep and slow breath, inhaling and exhaling. “A lot of us have been. And I looked for you, Sif. I spent centuries trying to find you. I figured, all of the time I spent, you were just, you know, either not wanting to be found or hiding where I didn’t look.” It was funny in a way. Thor searched high and low for her and she was sleeping in fucking Denmark, of all places. How in Helheim did he never consider that?
"You did?" Sif paused before taking a seat on the very edge of the couch, not willing to make herself too comfortable. "I wish I'd just been hiding. Sleeping wasn't all that fun." The memories of the nightmares were blurry and clipped at best, but she still had an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach whenever she thought about them. "Thank you though...for looking. What--what happened after you stopped?" She didn't want to know but part of her just needed him to say it outloud because this feeling of being in limbo was awful. She thought of everything she had wanted to say to him before the fall but now it just seemed...pointless. Everyone else had been given two thousand years to change and she, well she was just the same as before. It was endlessly frustrating.
There was a lot of weight in the question she asked and it was weight that Thor didn’t know how to drop (so to speak). It was true he spent all those years aimlessly searching for her. Trying to find someone who left no breadcrumbs or strands of hair for him to follow was a lot more difficult than it might sound like. He remembered going aimlessly around the lands, fighting his way through armies, trekking paths that a god without divinity shouldn’t. It was strenuous on his body and at times, he had to find some level of comfort in the company of others, but Thor never stopped.
Until he did.
And Sif was asking for what came after.
He leaned against the counter, his back to it and arms crossed over his chest as his sapphire eyes had looked over to Sif. “You have to understand something first. It was five centuries. Five hundred years I spent looking. Tirelessly and aimlessly, I went to places, fought people trying to get from point a to point b, hoping for some shred of a trail that you may have left behind. But…” He fell silent as his head did the same. He gritted his teeth and his grip on the countertop was so tight that sparks centered into his fingertips caused parts of the fake marble to break off. As the broken pieces fell to the ground, Thor just continued, “...But there was nothing, Sif. No trail of you. Nothing to go off of. And after five hundred years of nothing, I was tired. I was broken and tired. I thought you were dead or you simply didn’t want to be found. So what was I supposed to do?”
Thor couldn’t hide the wave of emotions that came to the surface. He wasn’t a crying God but his eyes were puffy, evidence of his high emotions. “I had to force myself to move on. I couldn’t handle it anymore. The pain your absence brought was unbearable.”
Sif stared at the pieces of countertop that had landed on the floor, unwilling to look him in the eye. Thors words were filled with pain but her own was too much to ease his. She had known, or at least suspected such. Týr had been so unwilling to speak of his brother and there had been a hesitation that she had not dared breach. The goddess felt her hair grow longer, as if its locks could protect her from the hurt she was feeling, but she brushed it away and over her shoulders. She did not want to hide this time.
"I..." She paused. "Did you never consider that I was still asleep? I've heard I am not the first..." Sif muttered, her words barely audible. She knew it was unreasonable to expect him to wait so long, but the thought that he, no...everyone, had forgotten about her dug into her heart like a thousand shards of glass. The part of her that had wanted to lash out all those centuries ago, to free herself from the monotony of her life, started to well up inside of her once more. It called out to her and she felt so unwilling to deny it again.
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised..." Sif heard herself talking but she felt so disconnected from her body, and was unable to stop the bitter words as they came pouring out. "I was never really worth anything but as your wife." Shut up Sif. "It makes sense that I could so easily be forgotten." You don't mean that. "I'm sure it must have been a relief when you didn't have to watch out for me anymore." No, that's not true...
What was she even saying? Easily forgotten?
Thor looked at Sif, listened as she spoke these ludicrous things but couldn’t find the courage to disprove them instantaneously. It wasn't that they were true - they weren’t true, but he was so paralyzed by…something (maybe that she was even speaking such things) and that just left a silence after she spoke. Never in the entirety of their time together had he known she felt these things. They were husband and wife and Thor never knew that Sif felt this way about their marriage. Blinded by his own emotions as he was, a genuine shock climbed onto his face and he forced himself to do…say anything.
But nothing came.
Damn it, why can’t I say anything?
Thor cursed himself repeatedly. And then cursed himself some more until a wave of defeat disguised as relief disguised even further as confusion consumed him and he finally spoke. “So…is that how you really feel? About us?” He asked flatly. His hand gripped the counter top, the same one that had crushed it a few moments ago. “I suppose I can't disprove your feelings. It was only 500 mortal years and without the benefit of replenishing my strength in Asgard. Perhaps I could have spent an additional five-hundred years searching even though I had searched everywhere I could think of. Maybe you were just that well hidden. Or maybe it was one of Loki’s tricks hiding you away from me.”
Thor let out a small laugh, that same defeated look on his face as he tried to grasp whatever he was feeling. He couldn’t hide it and Thor was seldom skillful at hiding his true emotions. Only exception was when the Blue Crusader went out at night. He could hide everything about him like a true stalker of the night. “Not like it matters now, does it, Sif? You’re free and instead of me, Týr found you. He did what I could not.” Despite how genuinely happy he was that she was here, an anger swelled up inside him when he thought of Týr being the one to find and bring her to Seattle, but he wasn’t entitled to such feelings. Thor knew that yet his wrath persisted.
Even with the flood of sadness and regret she was feeling, Sif still found herself blushing at the mention of Týrs name. Or more specifically, of hearing it come from Thors lips. Her hands went to her cheeks in an attempt to hide her body's reaction but it did little to ease the warmth spreading throughout her face.
"What does that even matter!?" She exclaimed, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of genuine wonder. "I would've been thankful if even Loki had found me!" Well...probably not, but that was beside the point. "Was it so important to you to be seen as my rescuer? My hero?" Sif stood as she spoke, hands running through her hair, unable to keep still. She shook her head, green eyes scanning over anything in the apartment aside from him. Any other time she would have been able to acknowledge the life he had put together for himself. To be glad that he seemed to be doing well. But now she could not, her gaze unable to focus on one thing long enough to truly pay attention.
As much as Thor wanted to say ‘no, you’re wrong. I don’t want to be your hero all the time’, the truth was he couldn’t. The God of Thunder, Mighty Thor couldn’t because that would be admitting to something that wasn’t factual. “Because it’s who I am!” He suddenly proclaimed, his voice rising to uncomfortable levels of loudness, aspects of his anger that boiled over the surface. “I’m Mighty Thor, Hero of Asgard, Savior of Midgard! It’s what I do: I save people. I’m a damn hero, Sif!” Thor stepped forward, his hands tightening as he slammed his fist down, again cackling with visible electricity, on the countertop, destroying it further.
Those were words Thor had often proclaimed as a motto of some sort. A personal mantra to get him through tough times. “But what kind of God am I? Really, I’m asking you. I spent so long trying to find you, trying to rescue you. Maybe it was because I needed to feel like a hero again. Maybe I needed a firm reminder that I was truly someone special again. Maybe I wanted that praise just one more time, but it wasn’t meant to be. Clearly it wasn’t, yet Týr just swoops you up like it’s nothing.” The anger became visible and Thor hated that he let it get to this point. What he hated even more, though, was that his own brother did this.
Sif couldn't help but cringe back at his fury. He had never directed his anger towards her before and for the first time, a small part of her was scared of him. She felt her hair flash white but she ignored it. "You never had to be a hero Thor. That's just what...what your father wanted." Her brow furrowed, refusing to let any of the tears that were welling up in her eyes spill over. "I just...I wanted you to be there with me. Not off fighting the Jötunn for the hundredth time. Did you even notice all those times I left Asgard?" She clenched her fists, her fingernails digging into her palms. It was painful but the pain was better than all of this.
"And Týr, he encouraged me to come see you..." Sif had never thought Thor jealous of his brother but his words said otherwise, spoke of things that maybe she had never been privy to. Or maybe she had just been too caught up in her own worries.
“Did he now? That’s interesting.” Thor couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle. He wasn't, but part of…whatever was happening right now felt funny to him - hilarious, even. Always playing second to his brothers. Heimdall as Odin’s faithful watchdog. And now with his own wife, Týr was replacing him. Maybe even seeming like a more ideal choice. Týr was her savior, not Thor. “What else did he encourage you to do?” Thor asked with a hint of spite in his voice.
"Nothing!" The goddess shook her head emphatically as she spoke, barely able to acknowledge that she had closed the gap between them. "Did...did you even hear anything I just said!?" She found herself pushing against his chest forcefully as she spoke, hurt and confusion overwhelming her. The tears that she had tried so hard to hold back began to spill over, falling down her cheeks in a way that she could not stop. "What do you want me to say? Tell me because I really don't know! Because I think your brother thankfully managed to find me when I had just awoken and was kind enough to help me out. That's it! Would you have preferred I stayed lost?"
No, I wouldn’t…
But Thor was beside himself with an unexplainable rage and jealousy. It was obviously something that Sif couldn’t even begin to understand, but the longer he spent deep in thought, trying to make sense that Týr was the one who found her, the more it appeared that she just didn’t want to be found by him. He understood what that seemed like. He understood that even thinking that made him look even worse. So why couldn’t he stop thinking about it? Týr finding her. Týr holding something over Thor’s head that will be as eternal as their life so long they consume the ambrosia.
It built up a storm inside him, causing his fist to crackle with sparks of blue lightning yet again. He tried to control it - manage it, but nothing was working. And to make matters worse, everything that happened forced tears out of Sif’s eyes, something he never thought he would be the cause of. Thor wanted to grab and hold her, try to console her but he didn’t have the right to. He wasn’t in any position to, so Thor, as gently as the God of Thunder was capable of, pushed her back and he himself took a step back.
As he gripped the hand that visibly shook with his other, trying to keep his rage and the static that was emitting from it, Thor tried to practice those deep breathing exercises he saw online that were supposed to help with anger. “There’s nothing you nor I could say, Sif. So perhaps it’s best if you left me alone.” The way Thor looked at her, whether she would catch it, was more of a desperate plea for her to leave. In the state he was in, nobody should see him like this.
Sif could only for a long moment stare at the god in front of her, frozen in place, heart thrumming rapidly. Partly out of fear but also sadness for seeing him in such a way. He was right though. What else could either of them say? She'd never seen him so out of control and her eyes flitted to his hand as the lightning crackled fiercely. Finally, she managed a small nod of her head, tears cooling against her skin.
Pulling up her hood, she approached the door, no longer having any chance of controlling her hair as it morphed wildly from one shade to the next. That was nothing though, compared to the deep ache within her chest. Thors own pain only confirmed to her that it would have been better for them all if she had remained asleep. Better for her to have slipped into the past as a distant memory. It's all your fault Sif. Barely awake for twenty four hours and she had managed to hurt the person who had once been closest to her.
"...I'm sorry." Sif said quietly as she slipped through the door. The words were so soft when they left her lips, it would be a surprise if Thor had managed to catch them.
And that wasn’t even factoring in how he felt about Odin himself. The almighty Alfather, the person that always thought of himself above everyone. If you weren’t for him, then you were essentially against him. Yeah, that’s what Thor came to know as his normal for so long.
But then the events at the Olympic Club happened. Those two greeks were dead. Anything they left unsaid would remain that way, because somebody took that choice away from them. No final goodbyes. No one last get together before they faded into Helheim (or whatever it was the Greeks believed). Nothing but crashing down from the skylight and their skulls crashing against the ground.
It was dishonorable, really. Not on them but on their killer or killers. Whoever did it held no respect for them. An honorable death would have saved everyone the grief of seeing them fall like that.
As the God of Thunder pulled in front of his dojo, he contemplated whether or not he was going to open shop. He was livid. Anger consumed him as he lamented more and more about everything today. Persephone’s words, her children the fury that he felt that he knew needed to be dealt with in only the way Thor knew how.
But he wasn’t sure what he should do. Open up shop and help someone or go upstairs, sleep for a few hours, and then, when night takes hold of Seattle, hunt those who hurt the innocents of Belltown.
Conflicted beyond any means of clarity Thor angrily exited his truck, slamming it as he walked past his dojo and made his way upstairs. He was in no place to teach anyone. It’s not like any of his students were going to be around today anyway. They were made aware that they had today off. All classes were canceled because of the festival, but with that now being called off, there was nothing for Thor to do but relax as much as he could (that was what Sekhmet told him to do in a manner of speaking).
He pulled his keys out of his pocket but realized something when he went to turn it.
“It’s unlocked?” Thor narrowed his eyes. He was too exhausted to take on a foe, but a mere mortal breaking into his apartment? That was, if nothing else, something he could handle.
In a swift moment, the door blasted open as the God of Thunder rushed in. the light had been turned on, Thor’s eyes were red with an anger he had dwelling deep inside him and when he saw someone, he didn’t really see them. He acted instinctively and pressed his toned forearm against their collarbone, rushing them to the ground in a simultaneous moment. He sat on top of them, legs locking theirs in, pressing his forearm against their neck only hard enough to keep them in place. “You sure have a lot of nerve--” Anger quickly subsided as he saw who was under him. That blonde hair, those eyes, the expression that he remembered so fondly. “--Sif? Is…is that really you?”
"Ow..." Sif groaned after a moment of shocked silence, suspecting she was going to have more than a few bruises in the morning. Her hands moved to grip onto his powerful forearm, trying and failing to push him away. It was impossible though, he was a deity of strength and power and she, well...her hair was a Fífl.
"Is this how you greet people nowadays?" She grumbled as she gave up, flopping back onto the hard floor. It did occur to her that maybe waiting in his apartment was not as socially acceptable as she'd first assumed. But when she'd told the superintendent of the building that she was Johans wife - mortal names were kind of weird - he'd had no qualms in showing her where the god of thunder kept his spare key.
Soft green eyes roamed over his form as she waited for him to move. It was like Týr, he looked the same but also different. She could sense that he was not okay, though whether it was because of her or something else, she wasn't quite sure. Lying there, Sif became acutely aware of their rather unbecoming position, which once would have been happily welcomed by the goddess. Now though...now she just wanted to be able to move her legs again.
"You're heavy..." She added quietly, trying to hide her embarrassment as her hair flashed crimson red.
He realized this a moment too late. “Oh..Sorry..” Sif laid under him, his forearm practically almost choking her and likely not in a way that was preferred (at least in thor’s recent experience generally speaking), he removed it from her collarbone and stood up, removing one leg off her body at a time. As he stood up, he grabbed her hand to help her up. It was still daunting that she was here. After all this time, Sif, his beloved wife, was here.
Looking at her, he couldn’t help but wonder where she was for so many centuries. A thought had come to him but he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions -- not yet, at least. “I..” He swore he would never say this, but Thor felt it was appropriate. “By Odin’s Beard, I can’t believe you’re actually here.” In a moment that had him consumed by emotion, rage no longer dominant but rather a cure to a heartbreak that was multiple centuries old, Thor took his wife(?) into an embrace. “I don’t know how but you’re here.” His voice cracked as he once again had her in a tight hold, possibly nearly crushing her fragile bones with his big arms.
Sif froze in place, taken aback by the outburst of emotion from a man who she had previously known to be much more composed. Not that she judged him for it. She had already cried at least three times since awakening. Eventually she rested her head against his chest, though she felt more awkward than comforted by their closeness. Hands warily moved to halfheartedly grip onto his shirt, which smelt weird and not at all like the one she had worn only half a day before.
"I-I flew in the sky." She announced ridiculously, "Well I mean, I woke up first. Then Týr found me and I got on a plane..." Sif mumbled her lacklustre explanation, probably providing more confusion for the god than anything else. "It was far out!" She said with a small smile, pleased at her attempt to use 'modern' english. Sif had in fact watched Good Morning, Vietnam on the flight over and had entirely failed to comprehend it being set almost 60 years in the past. It had been enough to realise that the tiny people weren't actually stuck behind the screen.
“Far out?” Thor couldn’t help himself as he laughed. Laughed so bad that it was almost like a croak due to the fact that he was high on emotions. Going from ire to yearning to whatever he was experiencing now, it was all just so much. He could feel himself breakdown at any given moment, yet something he clung to outside of physically clinging to Sif was what she mentioned about waking up. As he released her from the hug and looked at his wife, he blinked at her. “Did…you say you just woke up?” There was a part of him that almost felt relieved. He spent so long searching for her and she was still in those chambers the entire time.
"Why are you laughing?" Sif frowned, her bottom lip forming a small pout. Folding her arms across her chest she took a step back, strangely feeling a small amount of relief now that there was physical space between them. Had things changed whilst she was in the chamber? Or had it been even before the fall? Ignoring these doubts she nodded slowly at his question. "I woke up in Denmark. I guess most other people awoke years ago but I've been sleeping since the fall..." Her hands ran comfortingly up and down her arms as she dared to approach the one thought that had been stuck in her head. There was no point hiding from the fact that he had lived so many centuries without her.
"So...you've been around this whole time?" She asked simply, watching for his response.
In the midst of Thor’s own emotional roller coaster that carried him from joy and anger to some form of sadness and hope that he couldn’t explain, it took the God of Thunder a few extra moments (albeit accelerated by the pout on Sif’s face) to process exactly what she said. The years he spent searching for her, those decades upon decades of never giving up until the renaissance era, she wasn’t elsewhere trying to find her life nor was she just hiding in plain sight like he thought she had been. No, she was asleep. Asleep in Denmark. That in itself had forced Thor to take a step back (in a manner of speaking) because so many thoughts went through his head.
“Y-yeah..” He muttered slowly to her question. Shaking his head briefly, he took in a deep and slow breath, inhaling and exhaling. “A lot of us have been. And I looked for you, Sif. I spent centuries trying to find you. I figured, all of the time I spent, you were just, you know, either not wanting to be found or hiding where I didn’t look.” It was funny in a way. Thor searched high and low for her and she was sleeping in fucking Denmark, of all places. How in Helheim did he never consider that?
"You did?" Sif paused before taking a seat on the very edge of the couch, not willing to make herself too comfortable. "I wish I'd just been hiding. Sleeping wasn't all that fun." The memories of the nightmares were blurry and clipped at best, but she still had an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach whenever she thought about them. "Thank you though...for looking. What--what happened after you stopped?" She didn't want to know but part of her just needed him to say it outloud because this feeling of being in limbo was awful. She thought of everything she had wanted to say to him before the fall but now it just seemed...pointless. Everyone else had been given two thousand years to change and she, well she was just the same as before. It was endlessly frustrating.
There was a lot of weight in the question she asked and it was weight that Thor didn’t know how to drop (so to speak). It was true he spent all those years aimlessly searching for her. Trying to find someone who left no breadcrumbs or strands of hair for him to follow was a lot more difficult than it might sound like. He remembered going aimlessly around the lands, fighting his way through armies, trekking paths that a god without divinity shouldn’t. It was strenuous on his body and at times, he had to find some level of comfort in the company of others, but Thor never stopped.
Until he did.
And Sif was asking for what came after.
He leaned against the counter, his back to it and arms crossed over his chest as his sapphire eyes had looked over to Sif. “You have to understand something first. It was five centuries. Five hundred years I spent looking. Tirelessly and aimlessly, I went to places, fought people trying to get from point a to point b, hoping for some shred of a trail that you may have left behind. But…” He fell silent as his head did the same. He gritted his teeth and his grip on the countertop was so tight that sparks centered into his fingertips caused parts of the fake marble to break off. As the broken pieces fell to the ground, Thor just continued, “...But there was nothing, Sif. No trail of you. Nothing to go off of. And after five hundred years of nothing, I was tired. I was broken and tired. I thought you were dead or you simply didn’t want to be found. So what was I supposed to do?”
Thor couldn’t hide the wave of emotions that came to the surface. He wasn’t a crying God but his eyes were puffy, evidence of his high emotions. “I had to force myself to move on. I couldn’t handle it anymore. The pain your absence brought was unbearable.”
Sif stared at the pieces of countertop that had landed on the floor, unwilling to look him in the eye. Thors words were filled with pain but her own was too much to ease his. She had known, or at least suspected such. Týr had been so unwilling to speak of his brother and there had been a hesitation that she had not dared breach. The goddess felt her hair grow longer, as if its locks could protect her from the hurt she was feeling, but she brushed it away and over her shoulders. She did not want to hide this time.
"I..." She paused. "Did you never consider that I was still asleep? I've heard I am not the first..." Sif muttered, her words barely audible. She knew it was unreasonable to expect him to wait so long, but the thought that he, no...everyone, had forgotten about her dug into her heart like a thousand shards of glass. The part of her that had wanted to lash out all those centuries ago, to free herself from the monotony of her life, started to well up inside of her once more. It called out to her and she felt so unwilling to deny it again.
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised..." Sif heard herself talking but she felt so disconnected from her body, and was unable to stop the bitter words as they came pouring out. "I was never really worth anything but as your wife." Shut up Sif. "It makes sense that I could so easily be forgotten." You don't mean that. "I'm sure it must have been a relief when you didn't have to watch out for me anymore." No, that's not true...
What was she even saying? Easily forgotten?
Thor looked at Sif, listened as she spoke these ludicrous things but couldn’t find the courage to disprove them instantaneously. It wasn't that they were true - they weren’t true, but he was so paralyzed by…something (maybe that she was even speaking such things) and that just left a silence after she spoke. Never in the entirety of their time together had he known she felt these things. They were husband and wife and Thor never knew that Sif felt this way about their marriage. Blinded by his own emotions as he was, a genuine shock climbed onto his face and he forced himself to do…say anything.
But nothing came.
Damn it, why can’t I say anything?
Thor cursed himself repeatedly. And then cursed himself some more until a wave of defeat disguised as relief disguised even further as confusion consumed him and he finally spoke. “So…is that how you really feel? About us?” He asked flatly. His hand gripped the counter top, the same one that had crushed it a few moments ago. “I suppose I can't disprove your feelings. It was only 500 mortal years and without the benefit of replenishing my strength in Asgard. Perhaps I could have spent an additional five-hundred years searching even though I had searched everywhere I could think of. Maybe you were just that well hidden. Or maybe it was one of Loki’s tricks hiding you away from me.”
Thor let out a small laugh, that same defeated look on his face as he tried to grasp whatever he was feeling. He couldn’t hide it and Thor was seldom skillful at hiding his true emotions. Only exception was when the Blue Crusader went out at night. He could hide everything about him like a true stalker of the night. “Not like it matters now, does it, Sif? You’re free and instead of me, Týr found you. He did what I could not.” Despite how genuinely happy he was that she was here, an anger swelled up inside him when he thought of Týr being the one to find and bring her to Seattle, but he wasn’t entitled to such feelings. Thor knew that yet his wrath persisted.
Even with the flood of sadness and regret she was feeling, Sif still found herself blushing at the mention of Týrs name. Or more specifically, of hearing it come from Thors lips. Her hands went to her cheeks in an attempt to hide her body's reaction but it did little to ease the warmth spreading throughout her face.
"What does that even matter!?" She exclaimed, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of genuine wonder. "I would've been thankful if even Loki had found me!" Well...probably not, but that was beside the point. "Was it so important to you to be seen as my rescuer? My hero?" Sif stood as she spoke, hands running through her hair, unable to keep still. She shook her head, green eyes scanning over anything in the apartment aside from him. Any other time she would have been able to acknowledge the life he had put together for himself. To be glad that he seemed to be doing well. But now she could not, her gaze unable to focus on one thing long enough to truly pay attention.
As much as Thor wanted to say ‘no, you’re wrong. I don’t want to be your hero all the time’, the truth was he couldn’t. The God of Thunder, Mighty Thor couldn’t because that would be admitting to something that wasn’t factual. “Because it’s who I am!” He suddenly proclaimed, his voice rising to uncomfortable levels of loudness, aspects of his anger that boiled over the surface. “I’m Mighty Thor, Hero of Asgard, Savior of Midgard! It’s what I do: I save people. I’m a damn hero, Sif!” Thor stepped forward, his hands tightening as he slammed his fist down, again cackling with visible electricity, on the countertop, destroying it further.
Those were words Thor had often proclaimed as a motto of some sort. A personal mantra to get him through tough times. “But what kind of God am I? Really, I’m asking you. I spent so long trying to find you, trying to rescue you. Maybe it was because I needed to feel like a hero again. Maybe I needed a firm reminder that I was truly someone special again. Maybe I wanted that praise just one more time, but it wasn’t meant to be. Clearly it wasn’t, yet Týr just swoops you up like it’s nothing.” The anger became visible and Thor hated that he let it get to this point. What he hated even more, though, was that his own brother did this.
Sif couldn't help but cringe back at his fury. He had never directed his anger towards her before and for the first time, a small part of her was scared of him. She felt her hair flash white but she ignored it. "You never had to be a hero Thor. That's just what...what your father wanted." Her brow furrowed, refusing to let any of the tears that were welling up in her eyes spill over. "I just...I wanted you to be there with me. Not off fighting the Jötunn for the hundredth time. Did you even notice all those times I left Asgard?" She clenched her fists, her fingernails digging into her palms. It was painful but the pain was better than all of this.
"And Týr, he encouraged me to come see you..." Sif had never thought Thor jealous of his brother but his words said otherwise, spoke of things that maybe she had never been privy to. Or maybe she had just been too caught up in her own worries.
“Did he now? That’s interesting.” Thor couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle. He wasn't, but part of…whatever was happening right now felt funny to him - hilarious, even. Always playing second to his brothers. Heimdall as Odin’s faithful watchdog. And now with his own wife, Týr was replacing him. Maybe even seeming like a more ideal choice. Týr was her savior, not Thor. “What else did he encourage you to do?” Thor asked with a hint of spite in his voice.
"Nothing!" The goddess shook her head emphatically as she spoke, barely able to acknowledge that she had closed the gap between them. "Did...did you even hear anything I just said!?" She found herself pushing against his chest forcefully as she spoke, hurt and confusion overwhelming her. The tears that she had tried so hard to hold back began to spill over, falling down her cheeks in a way that she could not stop. "What do you want me to say? Tell me because I really don't know! Because I think your brother thankfully managed to find me when I had just awoken and was kind enough to help me out. That's it! Would you have preferred I stayed lost?"
No, I wouldn’t…
But Thor was beside himself with an unexplainable rage and jealousy. It was obviously something that Sif couldn’t even begin to understand, but the longer he spent deep in thought, trying to make sense that Týr was the one who found her, the more it appeared that she just didn’t want to be found by him. He understood what that seemed like. He understood that even thinking that made him look even worse. So why couldn’t he stop thinking about it? Týr finding her. Týr holding something over Thor’s head that will be as eternal as their life so long they consume the ambrosia.
It built up a storm inside him, causing his fist to crackle with sparks of blue lightning yet again. He tried to control it - manage it, but nothing was working. And to make matters worse, everything that happened forced tears out of Sif’s eyes, something he never thought he would be the cause of. Thor wanted to grab and hold her, try to console her but he didn’t have the right to. He wasn’t in any position to, so Thor, as gently as the God of Thunder was capable of, pushed her back and he himself took a step back.
As he gripped the hand that visibly shook with his other, trying to keep his rage and the static that was emitting from it, Thor tried to practice those deep breathing exercises he saw online that were supposed to help with anger. “There’s nothing you nor I could say, Sif. So perhaps it’s best if you left me alone.” The way Thor looked at her, whether she would catch it, was more of a desperate plea for her to leave. In the state he was in, nobody should see him like this.
Sif could only for a long moment stare at the god in front of her, frozen in place, heart thrumming rapidly. Partly out of fear but also sadness for seeing him in such a way. He was right though. What else could either of them say? She'd never seen him so out of control and her eyes flitted to his hand as the lightning crackled fiercely. Finally, she managed a small nod of her head, tears cooling against her skin.
Pulling up her hood, she approached the door, no longer having any chance of controlling her hair as it morphed wildly from one shade to the next. That was nothing though, compared to the deep ache within her chest. Thors own pain only confirmed to her that it would have been better for them all if she had remained asleep. Better for her to have slipped into the past as a distant memory. It's all your fault Sif. Barely awake for twenty four hours and she had managed to hurt the person who had once been closest to her.
"...I'm sorry." Sif said quietly as she slipped through the door. The words were so soft when they left her lips, it would be a surprise if Thor had managed to catch them.
Sure why not? Can't ever get enough Digimon~ The premise definitely intrigues me. I had a digi rp a bit ago that toyed with the sovereigns. Always found that to be an exciting concept to play with.
There's definitely a few ideas I'm thinking about. The feral digimon aspect definitely interests me.
There's definitely a few ideas I'm thinking about. The feral digimon aspect definitely interests me.
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