Re-uploaded the edit cause I'm an incredible perfectionist and I forgot to add something so here it is again. An edit from the first bossfight of Thymesia!
I gave her the necklace she received from the dwarfs and depicted her crying and a little bit messy. I just had the picture of her searching the world for Odr. Also the fact that her tears turn into gold is just so cool??? idk
“My shack my dear.” Odur kissed Freyja’s hand gently as he slowly cascades to that apartment. Well she is not buying it. His apartment spilled out from a 70’s movie set-she spotted old Polaroids of them standing next to Mount Rushmore,she could hear that summer concert as they danced together. All in such a weird menaragie of what is past and present. It was only interrupted by that awful odour at the side,Freyja swore that she nearly puked from that.
“Seriously Odur do you ever clean up that shit” Seems that Freyja’s neat freakiness has activated as she stared at the spilling bills on the floor,and the fact she somewhat adapted herself to the Hygree thing is all nothing but bullshit. “All I see in the cupboards are layers of dirt.” Odur did not mind that at all,his apartment becomes his capsule of memories which he traveled the world in search of infinite knowledge. He even placed lovingly that robe he bought from India in the 80’s on that Victorian chair,it still have the stains of the coloured powder from a festival many years ago and he could still recall the aromas of incense swirling on air.
“Fancy a drink…” as he searched through his fridge of his expiring drinks and food,searching himself for a drink. Freyja could hear him cuss shit when he threw out certain items,leaving a spill on the floor. Somehow in the chaos,he dug himself a scotch bottle which he grinned maniacally and looked over any glass to drink. Freyja sighed slightly “..water will do..” She glanced at that Polaroid of them looking at the mountains of China. “Do you remember that pass” She recalled the sound and the motion of that era. How they would hike to the highest peak amidst the crappy flight to enjoy the breathtaking view. How Odur grew fixated by the clouds that form images of a god’s children and him enveloping with fantasy and wild imagination. Fluttering and yet beautiful moments as she glanced at that fragile moment of the people walking back and forth from the mountain. “But nothing compares to you.” as he slowly kissed her by her earlobes. In that mere moment, Odur passed her the Polaroid of her standing prettily in the mountains. Her face all flushed from the mountains. “Keep this.” Odur mummer slightly “I suppose you liked to cherish me that way in that way. You always do. I remember how you are freezing your ass off. This is yours from me to you.”
A pit set in her stomach. Something must be bothering Odur as he looked through his wallet, spilling yellowed tickets of the past and some are brand new. She noticed one of them showing a different destination and a different Polaroid fell into the floor. She picked that up and glanced at the hazy face of an another “You know I need to move along at some point, I am leaving next week, catching up with an old friend.”
“Are you serious?” as she clutched the Polaroid tightly into hers, only to be hers,only to be coaxed to unveiled it. Freyja wondered about that old friend,how old is he? He would be probably sagging by now as Odur remain youthful. She shuddered at that thought “When was the last time you seen him.” Odur scratched his head slightly,memories and faces, that did not matter for he searched for the infinite knowledge. Infinite knowledge to sail him along the ever fragile world. Odur heaved slightly “If memory served me…” That stung Freyja’s heart. A memory. It becomes lifeless and gone,only immortalized in one photo. Nothing more and nothing less,she is just a figment of his memory. Freyja’s voice trembles slightly on that sight “What is that memory bullshit? I am not having that..” as she flung the polaroid back to him “Why I bother to call you,to chat, you are always there but neither in my life..” Quickly she clutched her jacket and started to walk out from that cluttered apartment “Why I bother wasting my day off for you.”
“..Wait..” Odur blurred slightly. He slumped slightly as he arranged his movies in alphabetical order and maybe tune in Croce,he wistfully thinks that she is beautiful when she is angry. Maybe time to catch Taxi Driver and soak its dingy loneliness. Who knows that hunting overture will fill his evening.
Clue: For last week’s graphic answer which is Croce, it is one of the hits that inspired this title! Anyway since the characters, Freyr,Freyja, and Odur are all inspired by Norse culture. How about a rune puzzle for today? It said that runes originated from chief god Odin who hung himself upon Yggdrasil (The cosmic World Tree) for nine days without food and water for nine days and nights in order to gain knowledge and secrets of the universe. The Vikings used it to communicate and for magical purposes. Since Odur decided to catch that flick,can you decipher the name of the main character in taxi driver?
Attached here is the rune code for you to figure the clue
Fill the answer (Without the Spaces) in this link http://shade-without-color.tumblr.com/answer to this week’s bonus content on the story behind the polaroid that Odur took.
Considerata la dea della fertilità, della guerra, della seduzione e dell'amore, l'elfa Freya guida il carro del Sole. Ogni volta che il marito Odur si mette in viaggio per dedicarsi ai propri doveri, la bellissima divinità piange lacrime d'oro, tingendo l'alba dei suoi colori vividi. E, anche quando i due amanti si ricongiungono, al calar del sole, il pianto colora l'orizzonte di caldi toni dorati.
–Lacrima di Freya, dipinto di Anne-Marie Zilberman
