#feat. astrid

[cxrpscwitch]

location: the crow club availability: closed @astriddahl

the act of remembering is a strange one. remembering people, remembering places, remembering past selves. in the crows club, nina wasn’t sure how much remembering was required of her. her days in ketterdam had never been frequented here, but she sure as hell wasn’t spending her time in the house of the white rose. the nina zenik who frequented ketterdam before would have found a way into spin this evening into enjoyment - even whilst sniffing out the inferni, even whilst combatting rumours of a fjerdan fleet. undoubtably, she would have found a way to do both.

maybe the act of becoming was really one of pretending.

drink in hand, nina seated herself at a sailor’s side, neckline drooped low as she twirled locks of hair around her fingers. most men enjoyed the sound of their own voices more than anything else - and this target was an easy one. all it took was a velvet ‘and where did you come from sailor?’ with the occasional drawl of ‘i bet you see all sorts of scary thing’s in the big bad ocean’, for him to confess all. he was of limited use - but confirmed that some part of the ice nation was on the move. alarming. brushing off her target once he stopped being of use, nina cast a second eye around the room - startled when she settled upon something, someone, unexpected.

astrid? 

astrid who the second army had rescued from fjerda? astrid who rebuffed their advances? astrid who fled?

curious, nina approached from behind, seating herself opposite. “i didn’t take you for the ketterdam type. most fjerdan’s despise it here. it’s too...” she glanced over at the sailors in a drunken sea shanty “...rabid.” with a slightly strained half smile, nina inclined her head. “long time no see.”

[adllafoam]

singing to @hofferscn that said ' this is no time for crying! '

in a book adventure

               estava tão distraída com a história que se desenrolava a sua frente, tão empolgava, que por alguns segundos até havia esquecido sobre a companhia de astrid até ouvir a voz da mesma sobre suas lágrimas — que ela nem mesmo havia notado antes — sendo por isso que primeiro olhou confusa para a mais velha antes de levar uma das mãos ao rosto, sentindo as lágrimas e as secando no mesmo segundo.         ❛ perdão, astrid, é só que eu estava lá quando tudo isso aconteceu porém não estava ciente do sofrimento da minha irmã, e acho que tudo isso me fez pensar em ... .. ❜         suas palavras ficaram presas em sua garganta enquanto olhava para a outras, acabando por suspirar pesadamente antes de sentar-se em um banco até esquecendo-se de tudo que acontecia a sua volta; a representação da história original da irmã com o marido.          ❛ deixa pra lá, é só minha mente cheia e a noite trazendo essa sensação estranha por conta de todas as mudanças. ❜