jafnaðr: the one who presides

Forseti - Norse God of Justice and Reconciliation ...forever twisted by the hands of fate... Orphan of darkness; son of light. My purpose is bigger than even my understanding and I have nothing more to offer other than my verdict. No one ever claimed that justice was a kind soul; punishment will be dealt where rightly deserved. With a calloused heart, I look on, for much chaos must be contained. [Indie RP Norse Mythology Forseti - with my own twist. Based solely on what myth is available as well as my own headcanons.]

[sonofbaldr]

ALRIGHT ASGARDIANS I NEED TO FIND YOU ALL AGAIN!

[sonofbaldr]

+Open

[thebloodyroseofhell-blog]

So quick with the questions, Dear Heart-you leave no room to breath.

[sonofbaldr]

I fear it is expected of me. Habits are, after all, rather difficult to break.

[sonofbaldr]

+Open

"You have traveled far to this court. What brings you here?"

[gloryofydalir-deactivated201405]

[ builds a snowman ]

[sonofbaldr]

"Ull?" Forseti questioned in the the winter wind; the season did not favor his father's sunlight. "Is this how we are expected to behave during our time of rest?"

[sonofbaldr]

+ferryingthemoon

[ferryingthemoon]

"My rays are far less blinding than my sister’s.”

"I’m Hjuki! And this is my sister Bil! We’re with Máni!"

"We help him turn the moon."

[sonofbaldr]

"So they are, though my father cherished your sister. Most of my life has been spent in the sun; how much beauty do I miss in the evening?" he asked the light skinned god, offering a grin to the younger ones. "A pleasure to meet the both of you. That is a impressive responsibility. I assume he's shown you much in the realm of adventures."

[sonofbaldr]

[Ah I have disappeared. Fear not! I shall return by the end of the week. Holidays are so tricky.]

[sonofbaldr]

ALL replies tomorrow darlings! Tonight I shall catch up on some reading and plot within my own head.

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

It was either too early or too late, Forseti couldn't hardly tell via Midgardian time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked over at the curled up figure. "Why are you crying?" he asked softly.

Leiella was curled up in bed.  She had managed to sleep for a little before a nightmare woke her up.  Not that nightmares were out of the norm for her, but this one was a reply of Michael’s death, so there wasn’t going to be anymore sleep for her tonight.  

She jumped when someone sat on the edge of the bed, easing only a little when she saw who it was.  ”Forseti, how did you get in here?”  Lei started wiping her cheeks, “A nightmare.”  It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either.  Lei looked at him for a moment, before closing her eyes and sighing Michael’s name. 

[sonofbaldr]

  Forseti laughed against her skin, lips unintentionally brushing against her shoulder blade. “That sounds about right.” It was an odd story, that he would admit, but who was he to question where love came from or in the form it came in. He’d grown up with Freyja, who had made sure to instruct him on the basics of love and how it affected each race differently. At the time he hadn’t taken much interest in her incessant need to share her ‘knowledge’ with everyone around her, but as he aged, the importance became known. The hand that encircled her lifted up as he brushed his thumb over the key she’d been twisting about. “Such an act of cruelty and yet your heart forgave them. Humans never cease to amaze me.”

When it came to discussing another’s love story, Forseti proved a valuable listener, but his input on the subject was always dreaded within his own mind. Perhaps it was the pain the memories still caused him, or the guilt he felt; either way, it was a subject he took great care to avoid. He sighed audibly, “I have.” It wasn’t the curiosity that bothered him. “She was my entire life and she made me understand why my mother succumbed to her own despair after my father was killed.” If she wanted to ask more questions, he would answer them; honesty was paramount after all. 

He could feel her mind exploring the image he’d provided her, taking in each detail he’d been sure to perfect each time he returned. It was complete serenity, an escape from the constant trial of Asgard. Some of his most cherished moments happened within the walls of that palace and yet, no matter how hard he concentrated, a shadow of darkness always loomed in the distance. “We never really outgrow our home.” he replied simply, adding images of the different seasons to the vision as to give the location more depth than before. He inched up, lifting his head to place a ghostly kiss on her cheek, whispering as he laid his head back on the pillow behind hers. “You are welcome.”

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

The laugh against her skin tickled her, and she giggled softly.  Odd was a good word for all of this, because Ella never thought this was even in the realm of possibly happening.  Let alone actually happening.  Her fingers stalled on the key when Forseti ran his thumb over it.  No one had ever just touched her key, and hell, most people ignored her constant fidgeting with it.  Lei smiled at his words, “To make a very long story a little shorter, March was supposed to kill me.  He is the cause of the scar that runs between my shoulder blades.”  She looked down at the key, “this and my face triggered a memory in him.  He is more creation than human.  An instrument for the Queen of Hearts, but I changed him that night.  I was the first person that he couldn’t will himself to kill.  He got me safely out of the castle, and years later he found me again.  Now, he is like a brother to me – more than even that.”  She laughed softly, “Glad to amaze someone.”

Hearing his sigh, Ella squeezed the hand of Forseti’s that rested around her waist, “I’m sorry that you lost her.  I can tell you really loved her.  Maybe one day I will know a love like that.  I guess I have, in part, with Michael, but –“ Her words cut off, and she closed her eyes.  She and Michael had waited too late to say what they both knew, and that would always be something the hatter regretted.  Without even thinking, Ella was still holding on to Forseti’s hand, running small circles on the back of his palm with her thumb in an effort to comfort him some.

The image in her mind began to show her the seasons of the land.  It was magical, which just the thought of that made her giggle softly, seeing as magic was how she was seeing the images to begin with.  “Wonderland isn’t beautiful like this.  It’s dark and ruined.”  Like me, she thought, but didn’t say out loud, only to wonder if Forseti could still hear it.  “My home was the palace, though.  I hated the stone walls and the uppity people of court.  I loved the gardens though.  The flowers.  That, I miss.”  She hadn’t felt Forseti move until she felt the ghost of a kiss against her cheek, and the hatter hummed contently. 

[sonofbaldr]

"It is a difficult thing to soften a heart of ice." He spoke as if he had experience, perhaps it did, but that would have been completely out of the realm of their possible subjects. "You know, I have been to Wonderland, many centuries before you were born. It was a different place then; the universe was a different place." His mind stilled, words bringing back memories of a time too far passed.

Swords clashed in the background as blonde hair streaked across the front lawn, a faint rushing of waves could be heard faintly in the background. “Not much of a warrior I take it.” Skadi stated, announcing her presence to the elf that had settled in among the marble balcony as a bird who’d finally found the perfect perch. For the past hour, Álfdís had been watching her father spar with Forseti, half concerned he may do something rash to the Asgardian; for a being of light, he’d always been rather impulsive. 

"My father raised me to be a politician." the dark haired woman answered, glancing in the goddess’ direction in admiration for the way her dress billowed in the sea breeze. For a being of Alfheim, Álfdís was quite a peculiar one. She looked as out of place as Skadi would have had she remained on Jotunheim. The men below, much to the ice princess’ delight, had just finished, Njord joining them in the sun to present their invitations to lunch. “In case my father’s manners have been displaced, thank you for allowing us to stay in your home.”

With a soft chuckle, Skadi laid a hand on the other’s shoulder, “Come, let us join our lesser halves.” Both woman turned toward the door, exiting out of the abode before the elf spoke up once more. “I am more than sure they do not look at us like that.” Her words elicited another laugh from the goddess, “Oh darling, any man who doesn’t view their female companion as their better half is hardly a man worth holding onto.” Skadi gave her husband the attention any wife would, if for nothing more than appearances alone. 

"May I wield your sword, sire?" Álfdís challenged, approaching the blonde who towered over her only slightly less than the rest of the universe. “Perhaps. If you behave.” he teased in returned, offering her a bright smile and a peck on the lips; the light in her eyes was everything he needed to be willing to fight. “Walk with me.” She simply smiled, turning back toward her father, "Perhaps one day, when you behave."

Forseti had gotten caught up in his own memories, forgetting just how much he’d shared with the one whose mind he’d invaded. "I apologize; it seems I got carried away." He pulled away from her, a displaced feeling of regret falling over him as if there was something scratching at the surface to be removed and thrown into the light; something he could almost remember.

[catharinedesolee-deactivated201]

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

It was either too early or too late, Forseti couldn't hardly tell via Midgardian time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked over at the curled up figure. "Why are you crying?" he asked softly.

Leiella was curled up in bed.  She had managed to sleep for a little before a nightmare woke her up.  Not that nightmares were out of the norm for her, but this one was a reply of Michael’s death, so there wasn’t going to be anymore sleep for her tonight.  

She jumped when someone sat on the edge of the bed, easing only a little when she saw who it was.  ”Forseti, how did you get in here?”  Lei started wiping her cheeks, “A nightmare.”  It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either.  Lei looked at him for a moment, before closing her eyes and sighing Michael’s name. 

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

Ella just smirked at his confession.  “Why didn’t you just tell me before, Forseti?  Or does it fall under the category of talking to mortals being odd?”  She played with the key that hung from her neck, “I never knew love until I got this, even if it did turn my world upside down for a bit.  I ended up finding that family doesn’t always have to be blood, and that people can love you, even if once they were meant to be your killer.”  She had a feeling that would prompt a question from someone that lived justice, and it would be one the hatter wouldn’t mind answering.  “Have you ever known love, Forseti?  It’s okay if you don’t want to answer.  I know my curiosity bothered Alv sometimes, so I do understand if it’s something you wish to not speak of.  That’s fine.”  She gave him a reassuring smile and dropped the subject.

When he spoke of where the place was, Ella instantly felt special and lucky, with a slight tinge of guilt.  The type you get when reading someone’s journal, even if they tell you that it is okay to do so, you still wonder if it really is.  The imagery in her head was beautiful, and it almost felt as if she were actually there.  The visuals plus Forseti’s words brought it all to life with ease.

Ella tensed slightly feeling Forseti’s arm around her waist and his head against his shoulder, but she soon relaxed as she continued to listen to him describe the scene he was playing out in her mind.  Her hand went over his, more by instinct than direct intent.  She would never speak of what she saw.  This perfect moment in time that seemed to be frozen in Forseti’s mind, and yet he was sharing it with her in an attempt to calm her own mind.  Ella was grateful.  “Thank you, Forseti.”  She whispered, almost where you couldn’t hear it, “you miss it…”  The memory was too perfectly etched together.  Ella had memories like that, embellished by constantly playing them in your head.  They day she got her key was one – both good and bad parts of the day.

[sonofbaldr]

Forseti laughed against her skin, lips unintentionally brushing against her shoulder blade. "That sounds about right." It was an odd story, that he would admit, but who was he to question where love came from or in the form it came in. He'd grown up with Freyja, who had made sure to instruct him on the basics of love and how it affected each race differently. At the time he hadn't taken much interest in her incessant need to share her 'knowledge' with everyone around her, but as he aged, the importance became known. The hand that encircled her lifted up as he brushed his thumb over the key she'd been twisting about. "Such an act of cruelty and yet your heart forgave them. Humans never cease to amaze me."

When it came to discussing another's love story, Forseti proved a valuable listener, but his input on the subject was always dreaded within his own mind. Perhaps it was the pain the memories still caused him, or the guilt he felt; either way, it was a subject he took great care to avoid. He sighed audibly, "I have." It wasn't the curiosity that bothered him. "She was my entire life and she made me understand why my mother succumbed to her own despair after my father was killed." If she wanted to ask more questions, he would answer them; honesty was paramount after all. 

He could feel her mind exploring the image he'd provided her, taking in each detail he'd been sure to perfect each time he returned. It was complete serenity, an escape from the constant trial of Asgard. Some of his most cherished moments happened within the walls of that palace and yet, no matter how hard he concentrated, a shadow of darkness always loomed in the distance. "We never really outgrow our home." he replied simply, adding images of the different seasons to the vision as to give the location more depth than before. He inched up, lifting his head to place a ghostly kiss on her cheek, whispering as he laid his head back on the pillow behind hers. "You are welcome."

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

It was either too early or too late, Forseti couldn't hardly tell via Midgardian time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked over at the curled up figure. "Why are you crying?" he asked softly.

Leiella was curled up in bed.  She had managed to sleep for a little before a nightmare woke her up.  Not that nightmares were out of the norm for her, but this one was a reply of Michael’s death, so there wasn’t going to be anymore sleep for her tonight.  

She jumped when someone sat on the edge of the bed, easing only a little when she saw who it was.  ”Forseti, how did you get in here?”  Lei started wiping her cheeks, “A nightmare.”  It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either.  Lei looked at him for a moment, before closing her eyes and sighing Michael’s name. 

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

She laughed softly, but the humor faded from her face the longer she spoke, “The curse is also the other reason I don’t want my memories messed with, Forseti.  I spent twenty eight years not being able to remember people that I loved and events that had shaped my life.  Nothing.  It was all gone, and I had no say in the matter.  Do you understand now why I’m so against you taking Michael’s memory from me?” 

She looked up at him.  “Forseti, you are comforting me in your own way, and I appreciate that.  Having someone to talk to is more than enough, and it makes it easier to tune out my head.  I never expected you to be able to comfort me in the same way that Michael did.  I thank you for what you are doing, and it means a lot.”  The hatter was telling the truth.  Forseti had surprised her tonight, but she was grateful for his visit.

The different language hit her ears in an odd way, but her curiosity got the best of her, allowing her to focus on it.  The images were in her mind shortly after.  “Where is this, Forseti?”  He was right, she felt safe, but part of her still didn’t like him in her head.  “Just no messing with my memories while you are in there, okay?” 

[sonofbaldr]

"I understood before I asked." he confessed quietly. "A life without even the smallest memory of love is empty." Over his centuries of service, he'd seen men and women driven wild in their search for love or their search to maintain what semblance of it they had left. As the humans said, men have killed for much less, why should he have believed this to be any different?

As she turned her head, he smiled down at her, closing his eyes once more to play out further images of the selected scene from his memory. "This is Nóatún, or rather five miles north of the sea abode. This is where I grew up." Forseti's past was intensely personal and certainly fell under the 'do not share' category of his mental filing cabnet. Allowing another into this space, into the memories that he held so closed to his heart could possibly have been the most dangerous of all risks he'd taken.

Forseti slipped an arm around her waist, resting his head against her shoulder. He'd let her into his memory, no amount of physical contact could be more intimate than that and so it didn't bother him. "When the morning sun rose over the distant mountains, the sound of sea larks flooded through the mansion's open halls, mixing with the ever steady crashing of waves. Their has never been a location of more purity than this; the air smells differently when carried down through the narrow mountain passes that encircled the sea port."

[sonofbaldr]

+ferryingthemoon

[ferryingthemoon]

"I should hope my returning is a good thing, or do you merely wish for the day?"

"Hullo!"

"…"

[sonofbaldr]

"For a child of light, I do enjoy the peace of night. A good thing it is indeed." Forseti nodded at the smaller ones, "And who are you?"

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

It was either too early or too late, Forseti couldn't hardly tell via Midgardian time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked over at the curled up figure. "Why are you crying?" he asked softly.

Leiella was curled up in bed.  She had managed to sleep for a little before a nightmare woke her up.  Not that nightmares were out of the norm for her, but this one was a reply of Michael’s death, so there wasn’t going to be anymore sleep for her tonight.  

She jumped when someone sat on the edge of the bed, easing only a little when she saw who it was.  ”Forseti, how did you get in here?”  Lei started wiping her cheeks, “A nightmare.”  It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either.  Lei looked at him for a moment, before closing her eyes and sighing Michael’s name. 

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

She listened to him, a little surprised that her assumption carried some truth.  “I spent many years in Wonderland locking out the world.  Then when I was cursed, I spent twenty years basically being a prisoner of my mind.”  Ella huffed a small laugh, “You could say I understand the way you speak of Alv still being there a bit.  I have my life before the curse, and my life after sort of battling in my head.  Sometimes it’s easier to lock myself away from the world rather than deal with it.”  She shook her head, “I’m far from what my parents wanted, and it’s why they disowned me.  They didn’t even fight for me when I was wrong charged as a thief and sentenced to death.  Fate spared me that night, but even now it still stings.  Only a little after all these years, but it stings none the less.” 

Ella thought for a moment on Forseti’s words about Michael.  “He could have, but I’ve been so wrongly judged by those that have seen it.  I’m cautious now, Forseti.  Can you blame me?  You are one of justice.  Imagine if one time you were true to yourself, but you were thought wrong for it.  Messes with your head, or maybe it’s just a mortal thing.” 

She rolled back over, trying to relax as Forseti had asked her to.  The hatter tensed when he laid down behind her, not expecting that; however Ella soon eased back against the man.  A little giggle escaped her as he moved his fingers down her arm.  “Sorry, ticklish,” she whispered, and soon had adjusted to the touch so it no longer tickled her.  “You have more faith in my mind than I do, Forseti.  I’ll try though.”  She closed her eyes again, hoping to relax.

[sonofbaldr]

"No wonder you cannot sleep." he mused more to himself than the outside world. Michael understood what it was like to hate what you'd become, but that was something Forseti did not identify with. He was in no way ashamed of the man he'd grown up to be, unlike Michael who only saw the worst portion of himself. "Your life has been more rough than most humans. There is little justice felt in the hearts of so many inhabitants of this world; so many are in it for their own benefit, but it was not always like this."

"I can assure you, humans are not the only ones who experience inner turmoil." There were few who questioned Forseti outside of his courtroom and even fewer when their hearings were in session. His reputation proceeded him and there was a different level of respect among Aesir than among humans. "Ella, I know Michael was skilled at comforting you, but I am not him. I cannot give you the answers he did and I cannot guarantee that I will understand you as he did."

Forseti whispered something to her in Old Norse, the harsh words flowing off his tongue in smooth motions, sounding almost melodic. His fingers dropped their motions when she settled back a bit, "I can try something else." The god closed his eyes, memories of the location he'd described flowing back into his mind's eye; once they were perfected, he projected them into her mind and associated them with a feeling of safety. "Your fear cannot harm you here."

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

It was either too early or too late, Forseti couldn't hardly tell via Midgardian time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked over at the curled up figure. "Why are you crying?" he asked softly.

Leiella was curled up in bed.  She had managed to sleep for a little before a nightmare woke her up.  Not that nightmares were out of the norm for her, but this one was a reply of Michael’s death, so there wasn’t going to be anymore sleep for her tonight.  

She jumped when someone sat on the edge of the bed, easing only a little when she saw who it was.  ”Forseti, how did you get in here?”  Lei started wiping her cheeks, “A nightmare.”  It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either.  Lei looked at him for a moment, before closing her eyes and sighing Michael’s name. 

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

  His hand in her hair was a relaxing embrace, and a stark contrast to what she remembered of Alv.  ”Then couldn’t the same be said for yourself, Forseti?  Sometimes it seems as if you would be content to lock the world out.  It’s the same feeling Alv gave off.”  There were similar things between the two men, even though they were technically the same.  

She smiled, “Michael said something like that once.  That I wasn’t as dark as I thought.  He never really saw me at my darkest.  Not many have honestly.  Though even like that, many still underestimate what I’m capable of.”  She laughed softly, mostly to herself.  The hatter looked over at Forseti as she slid onto the bed.  ”I’m fine with you calling me Ella.  I still like that, because no one else has ever called me that.”

Ella closed her eyes, taking a moment to relax.  She did her best to picture the scene that the man was describing.  ”You don’t have to do this, you know that, right?”

[sonofbaldr]

"I locked the world out long ago." the blonde admitted, though there was no amount of sadness or bitterness concealed within his voice; the statement just was. Of course Alv held onto those beliefs, as he held on to several others Forseti had grown to consider personal law; Alv just had a different way of interpreting the written words.

He offered her a hint of a smile as he folded his arms over his chest, leaning back against the headboard. "Michael could have handled it; he was a man after my father's heart. I imagine he is what my grandparents had in mind for my future and that Alv was the result they feared would come from my past." He was a mixture of the two, though he couldn't deny to himself that his father's light was part of him too. 

"I do not feel forced in this situation." he clarified for her, remembering how he'd felt after his family died. "This is something I want to do for you." He turned his body so her back was against his chest, running his fingers down her arm. "Let your mind relax as your body drifts off. Think of nothing other than the serene image."

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

It was either too early or too late, Forseti couldn't hardly tell via Midgardian time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked over at the curled up figure. "Why are you crying?" he asked softly.

Leiella was curled up in bed.  She had managed to sleep for a little before a nightmare woke her up.  Not that nightmares were out of the norm for her, but this one was a reply of Michael’s death, so there wasn’t going to be anymore sleep for her tonight.  

She jumped when someone sat on the edge of the bed, easing only a little when she saw who it was.  ”Forseti, how did you get in here?”  Lei started wiping her cheeks, “A nightmare.”  It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either.  Lei looked at him for a moment, before closing her eyes and sighing Michael’s name. 

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

She closed her eyes for a brief second as Forseti tucked the strand of her behind her ear.  Lei’s eyes opened back at his words, and the held his eyes.  She wasn’t sure what answer she expected from him, but that one wasn’t it.  ”I deserve comfort?  You realize that I’m used to being alone, Forseti?  No one ever seem to want a someone possessed by madness in their lives for too long.  That’s why I don’t want Michael’s memory gone.  He never saw my madness.  I was just Leiella to him.”  She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.

Lei couldn’t help the soft laugh at his last comment.  ”Forseti, in my mind, you are not Alv, nor will you ever be.  You are two different people, and any frustrations I might have had with Alv did not transfer to you.  It’s why I cannot call you Alv, even though you said it was fine from me to do so.  You aren’t Alv to me.  You are Forseti, and there is no changing how my mind sees that.” 

[sonofbaldr]

"Just because you are used to the dark does not mean the light should be kept from you. Sooner or later, everyone needs some company." As she explained her own thoughts, his lips curled up in the faintest of smiles, his hand brushing down her hair before he stood. "Michael was lucky to have you ans you him. It is rare to find such serenity in another, even with so many beings in your world." Gracefully he slid onto her bed, resting on top of the comforter that she was tucked into. "You may see us differently, but to me you are still Ella and that I cannot change."

"Relax." he whispered in her ear, resting his hand on her upper arm. "Picture a sunset in the northern mountains, the sky on the verge of twisting into night. Even then, the darkness cannot win, for the northern lights illuminate the forests and towns below."

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

It was either too early or too late, Forseti couldn't hardly tell via Midgardian time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked over at the curled up figure. "Why are you crying?" he asked softly.

Leiella was curled up in bed.  She had managed to sleep for a little before a nightmare woke her up.  Not that nightmares were out of the norm for her, but this one was a reply of Michael’s death, so there wasn’t going to be anymore sleep for her tonight.  

She jumped when someone sat on the edge of the bed, easing only a little when she saw who it was.  ”Forseti, how did you get in here?”  Lei started wiping her cheeks, “A nightmare.”  It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either.  Lei looked at him for a moment, before closing her eyes and sighing Michael’s name. 

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

Lei looked at Forseti for a moment, wondering what was going on.  Honestly, at this point, she was too tired to question him much.  ”My mind is not always my best friend.”  There was more, but her voice faded out.  ”You are right.  This isn’t a fate I would wish on anyone.”  She rubbed the back of her shoulder as she watched him like the candle, still wondering what was going on.  ”If I ask you to tell me the truth about why you are here, would you, Forseti?”

[sonofbaldr]

Once the candle was lit he crossed back toward the bed, stepping out of his shoes so, when he sat on the bed, he could pull his feet up with him. "You may ask me anything and I will be honest with you." Instead of joining her on the slab of comfort, he knelt in front of her, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes and tucking it behind her ear. "I am here because you deserve comfort and because I feel responsible for what happened to Michael, not to mention the discomfort my human self caused you."

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

It was either too early or too late, Forseti couldn't hardly tell via Midgardian time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked over at the curled up figure. "Why are you crying?" he asked softly.

Leiella was curled up in bed.  She had managed to sleep for a little before a nightmare woke her up.  Not that nightmares were out of the norm for her, but this one was a reply of Michael’s death, so there wasn’t going to be anymore sleep for her tonight.  

She jumped when someone sat on the edge of the bed, easing only a little when she saw who it was.  ”Forseti, how did you get in here?”  Lei started wiping her cheeks, “A nightmare.”  It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either.  Lei looked at him for a moment, before closing her eyes and sighing Michael’s name. 

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

She turned more so she could face Forseti easier.  ”You have a point,” she whispered, cracking a small smile.  It faded quickly though.  ”Yes, his death, but nightmares are nothing new for me.  I’ve suffered them since I was a teenager.”  The hatter had never slept well.  Not since the night everything tumbled down in Wonderland.  Lei shook her head, “Why are you apologizing, Forseti?”  She noticed the pained look, and part of her was worried.

[sonofbaldr]

"Lay back down." he instructed as he placed a hand on her shoulder, rising to light a candle at the far corner of the room; for him, light had always been necessary after the nightmares claimed him. "I know how it feels to lay victim to your own mind. It is a fate I would not wish on anyone."