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@goddessofloveanddeath
(Clementine)
Including the years I've been dead?
I would be barely 19, if I was alive.
Who is the dazed man you are trying to feed, Miss Freya?
(I tilt my head in his direction, staying behind Miss Freya)
Interesting, then you were quite young. So unfitting.
Mm? This is my brother, sweetness. Frey, the Lord of Summer. He helps me rule my realm. He is visiting at the moment, under some duress. He will be alright after some time. Perhaps some therapy.
Brother dear, I brought you some lunch. Would you like to try taking it in the dining hall today?
Mmm…
Frey shakes his head no, very focused on giving loving scratches to one of Freya’s cats.
Come, you need to eat something. I know Frode will follow you, if you are afraid of leaving him. But you must come off the floor.
She offers a hand and squats in front of him.
He frowns, reaching out to take it hesitantly. When he stands, he sways slightly, almost collapsing.
Freya moves to his side the same time her large, gray tabby makes it to his other side and holds against his other hip. She catches the plate, tutting softly.
Gentle Brother, gentle. This is why I need to feed you, hm?
She guides him to a table nestled in the corner of her hall, setting him down and then the plate, Frode nestling himself under Frey’s chair.
How are you feeling?
Fine, I feel fine…
He looked the opposite, brow furrowed and eyes unfocused as he looked down at his plate.
How long has it been since I ate…?
A week. Which is why I even went to father’s and made your favorite.
She slides over the plate, one appearing in front of her as well, smiling as she motions to the plate.
I don’t cook often Brother dear, you know this. Come and eat before I will make you.
He nods obediently, beginning to eat slowly.
… I got a message from someone the other day. Someone who said I was their father.
This brought Freya’s eyebrows up, her attention turning away from the food.
Is that so? Well… Given the amount of times you and I have found companionship in mortals, it wouldn’t be too much of a surprise. Though, you are usually quite present in their lives, it is more a shock that they approached you first. What happened?
I don’t know. They sent me a message for Father’s Day…
He looked up at her, fully confused.
What is Father’s Day?
Freya leaned in against her hands, smiling somewhat.
A western holiday celebrated to honor all those that identify in taking a part of the traditional means of being a father. One of your children seems to have wanted to recognize you as their father and wish you well and thanks in return.
Oh. I don’t remember a holiday like that…
I can’t remember anything anymore. When I try I get such a bad headache…
Perhaps, a part of it has been that bad appetite. The other parts… What is the last thing you remember?
Brother dear, I brought you some lunch. Would you like to try taking it in the dining hall today?
Mmm…
Frey shakes his head no, very focused on giving loving scratches to one of Freya’s cats.
Come, you need to eat something. I know Frode will follow you, if you are afraid of leaving him. But you must come off the floor.
She offers a hand and squats in front of him.
He frowns, reaching out to take it hesitantly. When he stands, he sways slightly, almost collapsing.
Freya moves to his side the same time her large, gray tabby makes it to his other side and holds against his other hip. She catches the plate, tutting softly.
Gentle Brother, gentle. This is why I need to feed you, hm?
She guides him to a table nestled in the corner of her hall, setting him down and then the plate, Frode nestling himself under Frey’s chair.
How are you feeling?
Fine, I feel fine…
He looked the opposite, brow furrowed and eyes unfocused as he looked down at his plate.
How long has it been since I ate…?
A week. Which is why I even went to father’s and made your favorite.
She slides over the plate, one appearing in front of her as well, smiling as she motions to the plate.
I don’t cook often Brother dear, you know this. Come and eat before I will make you.
He nods obediently, beginning to eat slowly.
… I got a message from someone the other day. Someone who said I was their father.
This brought Freya’s eyebrows up, her attention turning away from the food.
Is that so? Well… Given the amount of times you and I have found companionship in mortals, it wouldn’t be too much of a surprise. Though, you are usually quite present in their lives, it is more a shock that they approached you first. What happened?
I don’t know. They sent me a message for Father’s Day…
He looked up at her, fully confused.
What is Father’s Day?
Freya leaned in against her hands, smiling somewhat.
A western holiday celebrated to honor all those that identify in taking a part of the traditional means of being a father. One of your children seems to have wanted to recognize you as their father and wish you well and thanks in return.
Brother dear, I brought you some lunch. Would you like to try taking it in the dining hall today?
Mmm…
Frey shakes his head no, very focused on giving loving scratches to one of Freya’s cats.
Come, you need to eat something. I know Frode will follow you, if you are afraid of leaving him. But you must come off the floor.
She offers a hand and squats in front of him.
He frowns, reaching out to take it hesitantly. When he stands, he sways slightly, almost collapsing.
Freya moves to his side the same time her large, gray tabby makes it to his other side and holds against his other hip. She catches the plate, tutting softly.
Gentle Brother, gentle. This is why I need to feed you, hm?
She guides him to a table nestled in the corner of her hall, setting him down and then the plate, Frode nestling himself under Frey’s chair.
How are you feeling?
Fine, I feel fine…
He looked the opposite, brow furrowed and eyes unfocused as he looked down at his plate.
How long has it been since I ate…?
A week. Which is why I even went to father’s and made your favorite.
She slides over the plate, one appearing in front of her as well, smiling as she motions to the plate.
I don’t cook often Brother dear, you know this. Come and eat before I will make you.
He nods obediently, beginning to eat slowly.
… I got a message from someone the other day. Someone who said I was their father.
This brought Freya’s eyebrows up, her attention turning away from the food.
Is that so? Well… Given the amount of times you and I have found companionship in mortals, it wouldn’t be too much of a surprise. Though, you are usually quite present in their lives, it is more a shock that they approached you first. What happened?
Brother dear, I brought you some lunch. Would you like to try taking it in the dining hall today?
Mmm…
Frey shakes his head no, very focused on giving loving scratches to one of Freya’s cats.
Come, you need to eat something. I know Frode will follow you, if you are afraid of leaving him. But you must come off the floor.
She offers a hand and squats in front of him.
He frowns, reaching out to take it hesitantly. When he stands, he sways slightly, almost collapsing.
Freya moves to his side the same time her large, gray tabby makes it to his other side and holds against his other hip. She catches the plate, tutting softly.
Gentle Brother, gentle. This is why I need to feed you, hm?
She guides him to a table nestled in the corner of her hall, setting him down and then the plate, Frode nestling himself under Frey’s chair.
How are you feeling?
Fine, I feel fine…
He looked the opposite, brow furrowed and eyes unfocused as he looked down at his plate.
How long has it been since I ate…?
A week. Which is why I even went to father’s and made your favorite.
She slides over the plate, one appearing in front of her as well, smiling as she motions to the plate.
I don’t cook often Brother dear, you know this. Come and eat before I will make you.
(Clementine)
I had one once, he was grey and fluffy, his paws were white so it looked like he was wearing socks... he had the brightest green eyes I have ever seen. He hopped in my window one night, I named him Sullivan... Sully for short. I miss him...he passed a a year before I did...
Aren’t they wonderful creatures? It sounds like you adored him as much as any could want for. Perhaps you will be lucky to meet him again in this time, sweet Clementine. My realm is a home for all cat creatures, passed or living. It will be a search but you would be surprised.
How old are you?
Brother dear, I brought you some lunch. Would you like to try taking it in the dining hall today?
Mmm…
Frey shakes his head no, very focused on giving loving scratches to one of Freya’s cats.
Come, you need to eat something. I know Frode will follow you, if you are afraid of leaving him. But you must come off the floor.
She offers a hand and squats in front of him.
He frowns, reaching out to take it hesitantly. When he stands, he sways slightly, almost collapsing.
Freya moves to his side the same time her large, gray tabby makes it to his other side and holds against his other hip. She catches the plate, tutting softly.
Gentle Brother, gentle. This is why I need to feed you, hm?
She guides him to a table nestled in the corner of her hall, setting him down and then the plate, Frode nestling himself under Frey’s chair.
How are you feeling?
Brother dear, I brought you some lunch. Would you like to try taking it in the dining hall today?
Mmm…
Frey shakes his head no, very focused on giving loving scratches to one of Freya’s cats.
@goddessofloveanddeath what's wrong with him? I'm concerned
Ah, noble Valkyrie. Thank you for such concerns. My brother will heal, you see. Many things have happened to him these last months and I am not surprised it took a toll on him. Even we Gods can handle so much.
He’s having a Menty-B, as your newest members of creation would say.
(I go and sit next to you)
I go by she/her
I died 3 years ago, but I didn't get an afterlife 😔 I've been wondering when I saw your cats, they're so nice and beautiful.... may I stay in your halls? Please...? I won't cause trouble, promise
A wandering spirit then, I see.
My halls are there for those I choose. I find it no coincidence that you found yourself here after following my sweet beasts back. You may stay.
You like cats I assume. Most of them end up here after their times. Have you had one before?
Brother dear, I brought you some lunch. Would you like to try taking it in the dining hall today?
Mmm…
Frey shakes his head no, very focused on giving loving scratches to one of Freya’s cats.
Come, you need to eat something. I know Frode will follow you, if you are afraid of leaving him. But you must come off the floor.
She offers a hand and squats in front of him.
My name is Clementine, Miss Freya 🥺
Hello Clementine, such a sweet name for a sweet child. What pronouns do you prefer, darling? Are you dead or alive? Come, sit and tell me all about yourself.
Can you adopt me?
My arms and halls are open for all the Children in need. Of course, I am always happy to add more to my family.
What may I call you then?
Is your brother okay?
We shall see. I have not seen my brother in this state since he had returned after finding me and went into a slump about Gurd. This too shall pass though, perhaps this isn’t so bad. He finally stays home and spends time though he isn’t as much fun…
How is your son, Blitzen?
That is a good question, my blank faced messenger. I too wish to know how my son Blitzen is and yet…
I do not hear from him. Like he is too busy to speak with his own mother… like she does not sit in waiting for him to call… or even text…
Brother dear, there you are. I was looking for you. Don’t wander off, come and take my hand.
She reached out a hand for him to take, even offering a rare smile.
He frowns, looking her over.
… Freya? Why are you here…
Did you not hear me? I was looking for you. You and I had plans, do you not remember? You were summoned to my halls, we were going to go hiking together, in the Blue Hills. Or where you planning to head there first and not tell me?
She puts her hand to her hips, looking him over once.
… I… I’m not sure. I’m not feeling well. I want to be alone…
He turns, making like he’s going to walk back into the woods.
Im Sorry… very sorry…
We Vanir do not apologize, much less for how we feel.
She moves to follow him, watching him from the corner of her eyes.
Frey, I worry for you. Perhaps, you want to talk?
No, there’s no need… no need…
He steps further away from her, looking disoriented as he moves further into the woods. He stumbles over a tree root, but recovers his footing.
Noticing the root, Freya leans down to pull it from the ground, tapping it in her hand before she swings, smacking Frey in the back of the head.
@njordalsonjord Can you come help me retrieve him?
Brother dear, there you are. I was looking for you. Don’t wander off, come and take my hand.
She reached out a hand for him to take, even offering a rare smile.
He frowns, looking her over.
… Freya? Why are you here…
Did you not hear me? I was looking for you. You and I had plans, do you not remember? You were summoned to my halls, we were going to go hiking together, in the Blue Hills. Or where you planning to head there first and not tell me?
She puts her hand to her hips, looking him over once.
… I… I’m not sure. I’m not feeling well. I want to be alone…
He turns, making like he’s going to walk back into the woods.
Im Sorry… very sorry…
We Vanir do not apologize, much less for how we feel.
She moves to follow him, watching him from the corner of her eyes.
Frey, I worry for you. Perhaps, you want to talk?
Brother dear, there you are. I was looking for you. Don’t wander off, come and take my hand.
She reached out a hand for him to take, even offering a rare smile.
He frowns, looking her over.
… Freya? Why are you here…
Did you not hear me? I was looking for you. You and I had plans, do you not remember? You were summoned to my halls, we were going to go hiking together, in the Blue Hills. Or where you planning to head there first and not tell me?
She puts her hand to her hips, looking him over once.
