Feb 6, 2021
aoife hesitates before knocking on the door to the office that had once been ragnar’s. she sniffles, wiping at her eyes to push away the tears threatening to fall once more, and presses a hand to her belly. he’s all she has left of him. of her love. her heart aches at the thought, at the memory of his hand in hers as he took his last breath. the tiny fauna swallows and knocks, making herself move. “mara?” she asks quietly, voice wavering with grief and fear. “mara, may i come in?”