#baldurxmp

[mpxchinsun]

Coaching

starter for @baldurxmp ft Chinsun & Baldur

Stepping into the small, sweetly quaint little cafe, Chinsun wrings the strap of her purse in her hands a little awkwardly. Inside, with all the usual bits and pieces a woman would carry around, was the rolled up advert she’d found for something she never thought she’d need, a life coach. Back in the city on the mainland she thought she had everything put together! A great job, a closet to be envious of and a shoe collection of her dreams, but now, coming here, she realises the hole left inside of her that she’d yet to fill with those sorts of things, and never would be. She needed real substance, and no matter how skilled she became within her career, it just wasn’t going to give her that. 

So here she is, awkwardly gazing around the tables, wondering who here new life coach was. There was a cute couple of younger people, a man with headphones and a beanie on, that couldn’t be him... then her gaze lands on a long limbed gentleman, dressed, no presented, in fashionable, light coloured, tailored lines with legs that seem to reach the other side of the small table he was sat at. ... and he seemed to have a glow about him. Then she realises she was staring, and quickly glances away. 

By now she had been noticed, and with the barista looking back at her with a sweet, expectant smile, Chinsun clears her throat lightly as she steps closer to the counter and murmurs in a hushed voice. “I am supposed to be meeting someone” she half asks, half states awkwardly as the poor girl blinks back at her before nodding, and starts looking around herself. 

[mpxskadi]

guiding light.

@baldurxmp

All was quiet in the Night Owl’s Cafe tonight. For once the pups had been left home to rest after their arduous hunt that day’s morning, and the Goddess found the ease of the night weighing heavily on her lids. Body relaxed into the counter that separated her from the rest of the establishment, finger gently trailing the lines of the printed book that held her attention for the time being. One of the things Skadi loved more than anything to be able to do here at the shop was scour through these earth stories that have been gifted over time to the world. She wondered the thought process behind them all, what it was that possibly drew them into existence - as every one she picked up the goddess would lose herself in from beginning to end. 

This night particular she was lost in some romance novel she’d plucked from the shelves. Nearly half-way through it’s contexts already. What else was there to do when there were no customers and nothing well to do? And as the time ticked on her eyes heavily fell closed until they rested lightly, head perched onto her hand that was propped up onto the counter for the time being. The dream of the goddess was vivid; like a distant daydream that echoed through her mind. She was back in Thrymheim. The snow was beautifully pearlescant and untouched by any. Wolves howled, there was norse banter sounding off in the distance. Her Father’s hall as she remembered it. 

A faint chime sounded across the plains, drawing the goddess’ attention from one direction to the other. Deep into the snowstorm spiralling in the distance. From it’s depths emerged a deep light. Bright, warm, comforting....familiar. Her hand reached for it, as a shape began to take hold - a smile creasing through she had not forgotten no matter how many years it had been. And suddenly, it was gone. The door of the establishment sounded, startling the Goddess from her light slumber. Skadi sat up straight and glanced around frantically, in search of what she’d lost.  Once more - just out of reach. “Baldur...” 

[phobetorxmp]

Going Down

starter for @baldurxmp​ ft phobetor & baldur

“Hold that elevator-!” 

With confident strides Phobetor’s long legs make easy work of the remaining feet of marble across the lobby before his lean body is slipping through readily closing doors, just in time for the edges of his jacket to slip by before the large metal doors click closed. 

Straightening again to his full height, his shoulder’s roll back before he turns to resume the normal position of facing the doors, it is only then, merely a few moments since entering the elevator, that he glances over towards his fellow passenger. Quickly his eyes roll with dislike and his shoulders again stiffen. “Baldur-” he greets, curtly with all but a curl to his lip in annoyance. With that said his eyes again face forward, hoping for this short ride down to be over quickly, least the god of light feel the need to say something to really sour his mood. As diametrically opposed as they are, night and day, dark and light, there was very little the other man could do that didn’t rub the god of nightmares up the wrong way.