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@ofdcstinies requested something from PHOIBE for SIGURD!

Running must’ve been in her genes. Her parents had run constantly from poverty and from country to country. She had run from her grief. From a life huddled up in a dilapidated home and then through the snow to this clan. That is how she ended up curled up beneath a table in a side-room from this clan’s feasting hall. In her bony hands she had a small piece of bread she had managed to steal, a few pieces of fruit in her curled lap. Phoibe was starving, but she was more fearful of being caught. One of the few times she had fear, but this time it was justified. These people liked their weapons and kept them close. If one of those axes came down on her fingers, her thieving days were over, and she needed that to survive.

Hearing footsteps, she froze exactly how she was. The cloth covering the table hid most of her from view. Except her boots which were now lit by the soft glow of the fires of the feast hall as a door was opened. Hearing them approaching, she leant back and prepared her legs to kick and squirm as hard as she could the moment she was reached for. Her darkened eyes bore into the ones of the boy before her, legs poised to strike as she stared him down. He was well-dressed. Shit.

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@ofdcstinies​ -Vili

                ❝Remember the drengr chicken, Vili?❞

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@ofdcstinies / eivor ♥’d !

Eivor wasn’t really fond of celebration in general since he preferred to stay in the shadow and to never have any kind of spotlight on him, but for Gunnar’s wedding, he had decided to make an effort. He had joined the others and had even drunk at their side, but when Eivor came back in his sight, he decided to approach them. They were the only one he truly considered as a friend around. Maybe now that they had dealed with the Order, he should start making friends instead of staying in his bureau.

“It’s good to see a smile on your face, Eivor. You worked a lot for your people, but don’t forget to take care of yourself, too, from time to time.” He assured, half-teasing as he let a smirk cross his features. 

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💋 - for Myrrine from Nikolaos if you're up for that?

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    “I would not stay here if I did not want to.”

The assertion hails at the end of the night by the hearth. The return to the familial home has brought many, many complicated matters before them all, though one particular matters belongs to Myrrine’s heart, and her heart alone. Late at night they sit; a husband and wife once, now estranged yet by no means legally separated. 

She wonders too, if perhaps he had taken a lover over the years as she did; a pang in the space between breast and rib aches for the life she lived on Naxos, as fearless Archcon, and a free woman to live and love as she so chose. 

The fire crackles, begins to slowly burn less with dying embers. Age burdens them both with greying hair and wrinkles upon tanned faces. Perhaps it is the wine that brings warmth to her cheeks, and wine that brings one war-torn hand to rest atop her own. She may never forgive, but she does not forget what they once were - a happy young family, and perhaps, in love, once. 

Their drawing closeness, sat together by the fire, is magnetic, even with the rust and wear, pains and aches. Every move is laden with hesitative movements from Myrrine and Nikolaos alike, though he leans in and she moves closer. The awkward dance comes to a head when lips meet, slow, uncertain, though not entirely unfamiliar. She lets him kiss her - a gentle, kind thing - yet she does not speak. 

Love, like all things, takes time. 

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@ofdcstinies​ requested a one-liner!

“My official title now is ‘bandit-slayer’. Eivor was not the only one that has had an adventure here in England.” Her smile was soft, glad to see him more like himself, and tell some of what happened. Perhaps make him smile. 

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@ofdcstinies gets a small starter from Phoibe!

“Markos tried to pay me in an ‘I owe you’ again. So I am here! Want to go on an adventure?” She asked, stopping in her skipping right beside her old friend and mentor. Although a child, she already had learned how to deal with Markos trying to work her for free. He was a pushover but sometimes a little tough love came in handy. Especially since Markos hated doing his own work.

“Orrrr...you could train me?” She also suggested, but today would be fine with either. Eventually Kassandra would train her up and Phoibe would become an eagle bearer too! She just had to pray to Zeus every day so He would hear her wish.

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equality

     brother when you said i’d be your right hand man i didn’t think you meant for me to chase after you all the time-

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Angst time -Accepting!! @ofdcstinies​ -Sigurd 

           Concern written all over war painted visage, eyebrows knitting and lips pulling into a frown.                           ❝Brother...❞               The word blurted out between her lips before Eivor could stop it. She was more hurt than anything. All they have gone through, their journey, and the hardships they faced... Was it all for nothing? She reached a hand out, gently placing it on his shoulder.                        ❝There is more here for you than                       you realize. I cannot stop you, but                       I wish you would stay.❞          She spoke softly, heart sinking. It would pain her to say goodbye to the very man who saved her that night, that adopted her into his family, and became a older brother to her. The one she admired and looked up to since a child. Things are so much different now, but she wished it would go back to the old days where they would go hunting together, and stack rocks. It was the little things that always brought her joy.