of brick & bone & maimed beliefs
“Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?” “And the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.”
[ ϟ ]—– The prolonged moments, of sheer intent staring at the markings on the wall, they felt stretched out beyond the point of comfort, time passing more languid yet the weight upon his shoulders growing in size.
Golden-auburn head was a fraction tilted, the words studied for the umpteenth time whilst the rage transformed, from budding embers to flickering flame in his core.
The instructions to leave the graffiti as is - fuck off the planet! - die ! - had only fueled the distain in the god's mind, tainting what once was nigh-unbreakable love for humanity with thick, relentless anger.
It was a pity, and colored with sadness and regret, for it was telling of how the worlds had changed, how they had changed, and the once firm bonds between him and them were being more severed with each passing day...
Whatever disdain the god carried in his mind Valkyrie's tone bore it proudly when speaking of the mortals, her voice heavily laced with it once she receives his attention.
Outside the Asgardian compound, carrying the optimistic name of "New Asgard" on a sign at the entrance, the black vehicles stood in waiting, the gate opened after thunderer signals with a nod.
' They did not tell, but Thor...'' a pointed, warning shift in her tone. ' They are not like the others, clearly not like the others.'
Adjusting composure was a necessity, staving off the worst of the rumbling rage within his being, shoulders rolled and approach to the gate a heavy, quickened stride.
There was no ceremony evolved, no grandeur or expressive gestures to be done as with meeting delegations, no proper decorum. Despite title, despite the essence of a King evident in posture and stern expression, Thor plants himself firmly on the road into the compound without royal attire, or an escort of any kind, awaiting what was to come with rising dread.
