#ofhelheiim

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roses are red, violets are blue, you're all i have left so i have to love you (◡‿◡✿) love hela maybe

     Such a note, grim connotations cast aside, sparked a gentle flame; a warming star to light the abyss of a darkened heart. Fond smile pulling at his lips, stubbled cheeks creased in impish, joyous hands, Fenrir grasped at a clean sheet of card, designs wild and lazy writing sketched across it in his mind’s eye in a returned sentiment of a loving fraternal heart.

     Left where she would find it, the wolf placed his own note down, tucking his sister’s offering to he firmly into his breast pocket. Such words would forever live on in a wild and feral heart, ticking warmth into the gloomy lurches of a darkened soul, but he could only hope his own sentiments would touch upon his sibling in the same manner.

                                            Roses are red, violets are blue,                                                  You’re my little sister                                                 and I’ll always love you.

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Why are you so in love with Hela?

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

                  That's hard to explain — but aren't things always? How                   do you tell that it's rather the idea of a person that got                  you in before you even knew them? Death had always,                  since young years, been a major part of his life, and it's                  when he first caught a glimpse of her, even though he                  does not believe she knows he saw her; as mortal souls                  aren't even supposed to do such thing if it's not their                  time. And it seemed to become the one constant in his                  own life, the one companion to never leave, and so,                   obviously, wouldn't she — and he started pushing his                  limits further because he was fascinated of what she                   was, how she was, and he wanted to learn more. 

                  It's more a gradient shift of pure fascination and curiosity                  to having your heart claimed by d e a t h herself.

                  So, a shrug it is. 

      "'s just something that happened. People fall in       love. It's not always a healthy choice who they        fall in love with, but they don't have control over        it. I didn't chose it." 

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ofhelheiim

      "Heeeelaaaa — "

                  The word comes out more like a sing-sang than calling                   for someone. He wonders how many others would be                   this happy to greet the goddess of death. And that, for                   once, without him nearly being killed! 

      "I knew I made an impression, or you wouldn't        keep on coming back here."

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whatever the hel people call peter/hela

Told you Deathstar. Or Dying Light. Then it’s zombies!

who takes longer showers?

Hela barely ever gets to allow herself to slow down on anything or take her time. On the few occasions she does, this is probably one of them (though, I sort of rather see her as a bath sort of person? Like, lakes and stuff). Normally, Peter.

how do they make up after a fight?

Not really? The anger just releases elsewhere, not on them. It’s more of a “get out of my way for a while”-politic, though apologizes do help — until they get annoying, to her at least, because the thing they mostly fight over is one she knows he won’t change.

who prefers rain and who prefers sun?

Hela rain, Peter sun. Describes them pretty well, too.

what’s their favorite place to go together?

Go? They don’t really get to go somewhere. It’s always some sort of battlefield. It’s not like he gets the chance to take her out to dinner. It’d be nice for a change, though.

who’s more likely to be voted prom king/queen?

Depends whether people are afraid enough of her to not dare voting someone else.

do they celebrate anniversaries, etc.?

Not so much. Time runs differently for her, and he often has no idea what date it is. So, less. A few. But they aren’t so important.

who’d pressure the other into singing karaoke?

Peter. He’d be the only living person ever to achieve that.

what’s their nightly routine?

There’s no routine to anything they do — it’s between life and death, quite literally. Sometimes they don’t even see or hear from another in months. And if they got to actually have some time together, it would not be for long; not long enough to put something as mundane as routine to it. 

who’s more likely to burn dinner?

They both shouldn’t be left unattended in a kitchen.

[viiven]

❀;❀;❀ ::::

                 "Do you ever hate the lot you were given?                    Do you ever think things could have been                        B E T T E R?  Or D I F F E R E N T                   for you?             I can't imagine...a job like yours." 

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ofhelheiim replied to your post:Goodbye ( i'm supposed to be studying o ops )

&&; wOW MY HEART

you didn't need that one right

[diem]

Greeter; ∟ ofhelheiim frigga-wife-of-odin goda-dolgr blindureinn & vordrxhaukr

      Iðunn's playful smile faded, sensing this was no time       for her usual frivolity. "I have always been loyal," she       said, confusion lacing her tone. "If I cannot remain in       my orchard, where else am I to go? I have no family       left..."

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00:00:00 ( bc we need more angst in our lives )

Soulmate thing

      Of course, it's sort of hard to ignore a glowing clock in your damn wrist. And it's really irritating at times — the slight movement of numbers in the corner of your eye still is disturbingly distracting after years, and a thing that more often than not might have decided over near death. He doesn't even want to think about how often those faint numbers have nearly cost him his life just because he thought he saw something only to discover it's nothing but his own body.

      What he most certainly didn't expect was that they'd continue running when it's not nearly anymore — so it takes him a moment to realize just what happened. To realize he's dying — not just scrapping past it, he's almost sure there's no hope now, and it really is a shame, right? Now that it's finally down on just mere seconds. 

      Not that the whole soulmate deal has to mean anything, has to be true, but he was curious and he'd really like to have the chance to know whoever it was. 

      Probably not a good impression if you meet them with a knife stuck in your chest, piercing your lung and making breathing or talking a near impossible task — even more if trying to take the blade out, though.

      Well, still he at least gets his curiosity a bit satisfied, right? 

      It seems all so silent now. Distant, slow. He doesn't think anyone has noticed yet. It doesn't matter. It's fine. There's not a lot to be done. 

      Just right before it hits zero, he blinks up, wondering who'd he met in the middle of battlefield though.

      And, with the faint realization, also comes the dry thought that his counter probably clocked down to the singular person in all universe that wouldn't have one herself.