their home viveca & erik @dxrkenedheights
'look at this, älskling.' viveca's voice is smooth and quick as she slips into erik's office without so much as a knock. in her hands is a small wooden box, aged and heavy with detail. it's carved with intertwining knotwork and worn figures, and even just holding it, there's a hum. old magic, faint but with a crackle under her fingertips. 'i forgot i kept some things from visby.' she adds, almost offhandedly.
this kind of moment happens often in their home. viveca gets the urge to sort through everything. rearrange furniture, redecorate entire rooms, purge what no longer belongs. erik always lets her. she loves him for that. and somehow, he always knows when it's coming, too. and this time? long overdue. of course, viveca knows herself well, too. it's never really about being bored with the color palette. it's distraction. focus.
she's already at his desk now, setting the box down gently before lifting the lid. inside, there's a small collection of relics. old hair pins etched in runes, a folded letter, a worn cloth pouch, a hand carved wooden charm shaped like a boar. but her fingers reach for none of them. only a torn, brittle scrap of paper. she unfolds it, angling it toward erik. 'i think this is old gutnish, at first glance. maybe a spell.' she murmurs, eyes scanning the faded script before meeting his. there's a flicker of something in her gaze. not quite concern, not even worry. more curiosity mixing with reality. 'erik, i did not put this in here.' she smiles slightly, for the irony of the situation. 'i have never seen this before.'