✺ [ laughs to the moon and back ]
✺ — our muses being s n o w e d i n together
Those damned Gods are playing tricks on her. And they wonder why she gave up on them, when they insist on doing such horrible—terrible things to her.
Like this. Like him.
It is a shame she can’t bring herself to kill the boy who is currently seething across the room—at least not yet. And she is slightly affronted that he hasn’t tried to murder her yet—though neither have slept, so that is probably why. He could never take her down in a real battle.
"How are you feeling, little boy?" she will coo from her spot on the floor, picking at her teeth with a little knife. “Are you cold yet? Do you miss home? Would you like to see Sovngarde soon?”
Because she’d send him. If only he gave her the chance.