one must howl

cattle die, kinsmen die; the self must also die. i know one thing which never dies: the reputation of each dead man.

[veidhimadhur]

konvngr​:

he follows where she leads, sitting as she commands it. how could he deny her when he knows he is about to break her heart?

“I WILL EAT. AND SLEEP. YOU WILL HEAR NO ARGUMENT FROM ME.” she pushes his cloak off, and he raises a brow before stripping further. he strips and pulls on clothing for sleep. he will play nice for the time being. he sits and grabs a plate of food from the table. good that all had been pre-prepared.

“I WILL GO FIRST. MY NEWS IS… MOST DIRE, INDEED. AND YOU WILL NOT LIKE IT.” he puts away some of the food before sitting the plate down again. he looks up at her, serious as the grave.

“I WILL BE HEADING FOR THE FRONT LINES. MY CHILD WILL LEAD WHILE I AM GONE. THEY ARE READY FOR IT, AND I… I WILL NOT BE THE KIND OF KING WHO SITS BACK AND LETS HIS WARRIORS FIGHT FOR HIM. I WILL SHED BLOOD AND HAVE MY BLOOD SHED BESIDE THEM. THEIR WOUNDS WILL BE MY WOUNDS. I WILL NOT BE MOVED FROM THIS. IT IS MY DECREE. AS KING.” he hated using his authority. hated it. especially with her.

“good,” she hums, kissing his forehead before letting him get changed.  she follows him to the table, sinking into a seat nearby to watch him.  her face darkens at his words, and she leans forward to hear him.

his declaration knocks the breath from her lungs, and it takes some time for her to understand what he’s said.  “you overbearing oaf,” sága says, almost on reflex, quickly rising from her seat and pacing away from him, only making it a few steps before she whirls on him.  “how dare you tie my hands like this?”  she can count the number of times he’d pressed his authority as king over her on one hand.  every single one of them stung, but this one?  this one felt like he’d stabbed her.  “is your child ready to rule if you fall?  are you willing to hand them the throne in the midst of this war?”  she rounds the table and stands close, jabbing her index finger into the center of his chest.  “midgard needs your brains, your strategy.  fighting in their midst is the most foolish thing you’ve suggested, and you men are plenty foolish.”  she forces herself to take a deep breath, stepping back and setting her shoulders in a tense line.  “but of course, it is the king’s decree, so i must obey.  are you going to decree that i remain here?  or will i be allowed to ride into battle with you to protect you?”  she’s angry, but her voice is level.  cold.  let him order her around again.

[veidhimadhur]

konvngr​:

“THEN, YOU MAY. I SUPPOSE I CAN ALLOW IT.” she laughs as he expresses his love over the sweater, allowing him to sweep her up. the most magnificent feeling lights up in her soul when he holds her. when he kisses her. her smile only grows wider with each kiss and kind word.

“TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME, FOR I NEVER TIRE OF HEARING IT.” she returns every kiss, every word of love. she only hopes he can feel how much she adores him.

“I AM GLAD YOU LIKE THE SWEATER THOUGH. EXPECT MORE IN YOUR FUTURE.” she will fill his wardrobe with hand made gifts.

he twirls her, before pulling her close and dipping her backwards, close enough he can press a quick kiss to her nose.  “i will wear every single sweater, every inch of fabric you weave into beautiful clothing that sing of your skill,” he murmurs, stealing another kiss and pulling her back up.  “my darling, you are the sun that gives me life, the wind that carries clean air into my lungs, the rain that brings me flowers, the tree that gives me shade and shelter.  you are my everything, from the beginning of time until the end of time, and you shall have my heart for that length and even longer,” he breathes, holding her close with his arms around her waist and foreheads pressed together.  “surt himself will have to tear me away from you at ragnarok, and even then i will fight him.”

[veidhimadhur]

hcppinn​:

she carefully reaches for her apron, gently pulling it from his hands and into her lap  -  she was sure she had hidden it well, but with her prior exhaustion she must of simple thrown it free of her body before sleep overtook her. her eyes wander, looking everywhere but at him, the leter was for him, but was written before they were together as one. freydís only kept it as a reminder of her love for him and as a keepsake for when she was sad. something to remind her that she was loved.

“i do … it’s silly, it’s jus- just a silly letter.” there is an attempt to take the letter from his hand with her free one, but she pulls it back as she relaxes into the moment. he had read it, he knew truly what he meant to her from her soul’s words spilling out onto that letter. “my heart and soul belong to you, my love, they have since we met.”

oh gods, she can barely look at him.  does she think he will leave her?  that the feelings she’d written about were only hers, and he was just pretending?  the ache that settles into his chest at the thought of him being the reason for her worry, for her sadness, well.  it hurts, more than he can describe.  once he’d pressed kisses all over her hand, he keeps it pressed to his lips as he listens.

“my love,” he breathes, lips and breath ghosting across her skin.  “it isn’t silly.  i- my love, i’ve felt the same.  i have loved you from the day we met, but i- i am not so skilled with words as you are.”  he reaches out to cup her cheek, thumb stroking softly across her freckles.  “but please know that everything you’ve written is true for me too.  it always has been.”

[veidhimadhur]

fenrisvlfr​:

Bran gives a halfhearted smile and nods. “If you don’t marry that woman, I might just have to defect. Don’t know if I could follow a jarl who can’t commit to the best thing that’s ever happened to him.” Freydís is so much a part of their family now that Bran can’t imagine life without her, and he’s infinitely glad that she’s around now to help keep Baldr from doing something foolish. Like fighting when his body isn’t yet ready.

A chuckle joins the half-smile as he takes a seat beside Baldr’s bed. “What, you’ll tell everyone about that time I spooked a horse I was trying to mount, and it bucked me but my foot got stuck in the stirrup? And then it dragged me out of the pasture and through several piles of dung? Oh, wait. That was you.“ There’s a hint of something playful and wicked in his eyes as she speaks, but it doesn’t last long. He takes he letter, reading it as Baldr speaks, and immediately feels his ears beginning to burn. He’s not a bad liar if he has to be… but he’s never lied to Baldr in his life. At least, not without immediately being wracked with guilt and then spilling the truth within a few hours. He just can’t do it, not to either of his brothers. There’s an uncomfortable silence for a bit as Bran wrestles with himself, and then he sighs heavily through his nose. “Yeah… she’s here. She arrived last night. For the record, I did not ask her to come,” he adds quickly.

baldr may be injured, and he may be confined to bed, but he hadn’t explicitly been forbidden to take one of his pillows and chuck it at his brother to keep him from pestering him about marrying freydís.  so he does, even though marriage was already a topic he’d begun turning over and over in his head.  not that he’d tell his brothers that yet.  “are you sure it was me?  i’m pretty sure that was you,” he teases right back.  “no one else was there to see it but us, and surely they’ll believe their new jarl over his brother.”

oh, and there’s the squirming.  it’s just as entertaining as baldr had thought, and he laughs as he watches brandr’s cheeks begin to flush.  there are very few times baldr has been called patient, but he could always be counted on when it came to teasing his brothers and letting them squirm in silence.  he almost crows when his brother tells him that katla had indeed ridden straight here, grin growing so wide it was almost like that of the cheshire cat.  “so, are you hiding a young woman in your room, then?”  he sits bolt upright, somehow grinning even more.  “brandr vargramr, did you bed her?  in secret?”  oh, please let this be true.  please.

[veidhimadhur]

fenrisvlfr​:

Despite the layers he threw on, his body feels overly warm, like a fire’s been lit right in his chest. Bran hadn’t been expecting to see Kat again so soon, and that she is here now wrapped around him fills him with just joy and dread that he can’t speak for several moments. He looks down at her, brows furrowed deeply as he puts a hand on her face, looking for signs that she is unharmed herself. “I’m fine,” he says hoarsely, shaking his head, still disbelieving that she is standing in front of him. “I was not at the battle, I had to stay behind and make sure the giants did not strike while Baldr was away.”

The thought that she’d rode all the way here from Blarvatn, by herself, knowing the mess she was throwing herself into… Gods, he can’t decide if he’s upset or proud. Probably both. “You should not have come.” His voice is hardened by fear, but his eyes are glimmering in the dark, full of that unspeakable emotion he felt right before she left. The one that prompted him to kiss her. “Your father surely needs you right now, Kat. I am not more important than your people.” Even here, within Alrekstad’s walls, he does not feel that she’s safe, and he daren’t imagine what might happen if something happens to her while she’s here.

his hand is warm on her cheek, and kat can’t help but lean into it, quietly turning to press a soft kiss to his palm.  somehow this makes it all the more real that she’s here, and he’s truly alright, and an iron band loosens from around her chest.  “i’m alright too,” she murmurs, giving him a soft, reassuring smile.  she’s known him too long to not know what he looks like when he’s worried.  “...other than a few bruises from trying to sleep on synin’s back,” she admits sheepishly.  he’s seen her do far more stupid things.

the smile falls away at his next words, and she hesitates.  “bran, i-” was he upset with her?  she knows it was stupid to come- she’s the only one of her father’s children old enough to be heir.  if something happened to her...well.  “bran, you are my people,” she blurts out, stepping closer to him.  “you may not be of blarvatn, but you are just as important to me as they are.  in the morning, i swear if you ask me to leave, i will, but please- please just let me have this one night with you.  just the two of us.  please, bran.”

[veidhimadhur]

konvngr​:

eirik is so tired. he cannot sleep. can barely eat. he is busy. busy busy busy, plotting troop movements. coordinating with the other jarls for his armies. gods, why him? why did it have to be during his rule. could it not have happened during his father’s? eirik would rather he be fighting and dying alongside great warriors, joining them in valhalla.

not making decisions on top of that. for, he did plan to fight. he only waited for the time he would tell sága, for he knew she would attempt to persuide him NOT to. 

he pushed through the door of his room, looking at her. “JUST WHO I NEEDED TO SEE. WE NEED TO TALK.”

eirik speaks before she can, making her pause and blink instead of launching into her usual routine of caring for him.  she recovers quickly, moving to take his hands and pull him further into the room, towards the bed and the fire.  “need to talk indeed,” she replies, stopping and turning to face him.  ever the forthright woman who hated small talk and niceties, she immediately sets about pushing his cloak off his shoulders.  “as long as you end this conversation with a belly full of food and i’ve tucked you in so you can sleep,” she states.  it’s easy for her to be blunt.  pretend like her worry over him isn’t eating her alive.  “do you want to go first, or shall i?” she asks, finally meeting his eyes.

[veidhimadhur]

konvngr​:

“OH, YOU KNOW. ATTEMPTING TO KEEP TWO KINGDOMS FROM WARRING. I’VE GOTTEN BETTER AT KNITTING.” she pauses.

“SPEAKING OF, I’VE KNITTED YOU A SWEATER. YOU WILL BE FORCED TO WEAR IT ONLY THREE TIMES. THEN YOU MAY THROW IT AWAY AS YOU WISH.” she hums and takes his hand, guiding him back towards their chambers.

this could also serve her well if she wanted time with her husband. then again, she always wanted time with her husband. sweet man that he was.

she leads him to a trunk in their room, opening it and pulling out a dark purple sweater that would no doubt make his eyes pop. “HERE. NOW, LIE TO ME AND TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE IT.”

“only three times?  what if i wish to wear it more than three times?” he teases, willingly following his wife into their room and to the trunk.  skrymir loves his wife so much, and it shows in his eyes when he lights up upon seeing the sweater.  “oh, my love, but i cannot tell you how much i love it if you want me to lie,” he replies, before sweeping her up in his arms and kissing her with as much love as he can muster.  “would you prefer me to follow the first or second directive, my dear gnissa?  tell me, and i shall follow, for you have full command of my heart.” 

[veidhimadhur]

hcppinn​:

          The instant news had arrived to Hilmrgard of the Alrekstad Jarl’s injuries Freydís was already on the road, the adrenaline to see Baldr and ensure he was not on death’s door fuelling her for the ride from home to home. Just as her mother had been with her father whenever he got a sniffle, worry ebbed away at the lorekeeper and she lost precious sleep to keep the hearth hot and Baldr’s appetite satiated. Threats of crying and illness herself had been her most recent ways of keeping the young Jarl situated in his bed, knowing full well her tears would cause him tears and heartache  -  it was manipualtion, but for a good cause.

          He had managed to convince her to rest, to let the exhaustion picking at her skirts take hold and fall into a slumber in his bed, her soft snores a melody to the morning song of the birds outside of the hall. Her features are soft and relaxed for the first time since arriving in Alrekstad, plump lips rest with a curve that could be said to be a smile as her body lay crooked along the bed. He was in her dreams, in her thoughts and in her life, even as she feared for the jotnar outside of the city walls, the lore keeper felt little fear as she had him to protect her. Now and forever, as long as their love went on.

          The rise of the bed rouses her, honey waves sliding down her cheeks as she rolls over  -  collecting the furs around her petite body to contain the warmth she had created over the night. Soft padding of bare feet cause her to pull from her sleep, eyes groggy and body too comfortable for her own good as she forces herself to sit up, furs drifting from her shoulders and into her lap. It was in the moment that her lips parted to scold the young Jarl when no words left them, blue eyes focused on the letter he held in his hands. Her letter. Her secret. Her silly secret letter. Cheeks flare pink, the blush reaching the tips of her ears and hiding the freckles along her cheeks, her heart hammering in her chest. She was certainly awake now.

he catches her moving to sit up out of the corner of his eyes, but it takes him a moment longer to look at her.  as always, her beauty takes his breath away for a moment, and he has to force himself to speak.  “i’m sorry i woke you,” baldr murmurs, voice low and rumbling as he stands and pads back to the bed.  he holds out her apron for her to take, looking almost sheepish as he holds the letter close.

“is this how you truly feel about me?” he breathes, settling in to sit at the edge of the bed and take her hand.  automatically, he lifts her hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses to each knuckle, each fingertip.  gods, what he wouldn’t give to just exist with just her, in soft moments like this.  “do you mean this?”  he’s not sure why he feels anxious, as if their love so far had been nothing but lies.

[veidhimadhur]

@hcppinn​ : baldr + freydís , baldr’s bedroom at sunrise

ever since he’d been carried home on a litter, burns hastily bandaged as his people fled, sleeping had been hard for the new jarl.  resting had been hard, especially since the settlement is now under siege by the jötnar.  he’s lost count of how many times brandr or freydís had forced him back into bed, whether by force in his brother’s case, or by the threat of tears in freydís’.  the only way he’d gotten any sleep at all lately is when he manages to wheedle the lorekeeper into resting with him- she frets and worries over him so much, and forgets to sleep.  so they take care of each other, settling into an uneasy routine shadowed by the constant threat of alrekstad falling to the jötnar.

it’s on one of those mornings that he wakes before his lover, content to just look at her almost inhuman beauty in the morning sun filtering through the shutters as she sleeps.  surely she is of the gods, he thinks, before slowly, carefully easing the covers off his bandaged chest.  yes, he knows he should be in bed, but his legs ache with disuse, and stretching them now while freydís sleeps will be easier to get away with.  

the jarl manages to get out of bed on his own- yet another sign that he should be allowed off bedrest- moving towards the window to peek through the gaps in the shutter.  something on the floor catches his eye, and he turns to find his love’s apron, crumpled on the wood.  baldr kneels to pick it up, and catches sight of his name written in freydís’ writing on a page sticking out of her apron pocket.  ever the nosy bastard- it does say his name, after all- he pulls it free to read it.  and gods bless him, he blushes.

[veidhimadhur]

@konvngr​ : sága + eirik , eirik’s quarters

there was so little cheer in the hall these days.  sága knows part of being king is having to deal with unexpected issues, but seeing eirik have to contend not only with the bloodbath the night of the festival, but now with the siege at alrekstad...she worries about him.  she worries about him getting any sleep, about him eating, about him surviving.  she does what she can.  she has one of his servants call him back to his quarters- it’s late, and he needs his sleep.  so she sits on the edge of his bed and waits for him, picking nervously at a loose thread on her sleeve.

[fenrisvlfr]

@veidhimadhur​ : brandr + baldr, jarl’s hall in alrekstad

“Are you behaving for once?” Bran quips, exhaustion seeping into every syllable of his voice as he approaches Baldr’s bed. “Or am I going to have to tell Jókell and Geirvor to sit on you again so the healers can treat you in peace?” Despite his tone, his eyes do show some spark of humor. It’s in short supply, given that their home is under siege, but he’s saved a bit of it just for Baldr. It’s the only way he can cope with the anxiety of watching his brother and jarl recover from magically-induced burns.

[veidhimadhur]

baldr glances up at his brother, sorely tempted to stick his tongue out at him like he had when they were younger.  “i’m only behaving because freydís threatened to cry if i got out of bed today,” he grumbles, before pointing an accusing finger at the other man.  “if you even try to do that again, i will tell everyone your most embarrassing memories.”  he, too, had very little humor left these days, but this is his brother.  it kills him that bran has to be his hands while he heals.  it should be him out there every day, doing his duty to his home.  his people.  instead, he holds out the letter geirvor had brought him, raising a brow and grinning at brandr.  “you haven’t seen katla raudhfeldr since the fighting began, have you?  jarl dyrbjorn says she’s snuck out and he believes she came here.”  baldr knows full well that the new heir to blarvatn had absolutely ridden to alrekstad, but it’ll be fun to watch his brother squirm.

[veidhimadhur]

fenrisvlfr​:

The grime of fighting is so caked into his skin that he wonders if he’ll ever be able to get himself fully clean again. Sleep has not come easily to Brandr ever since the ambush, let alone a chance to bathe properly. Even before, his nights were restless as he worried over every facet of the plan he, Baldr, and the advisers had been formulating. Watching their warriors come back as the sun began to rise, bearing Baldr on a makeshift stretcher with defeat written on their faces, was a punch to the gut he hadn’t been expecting. And then to watch the giants marching up to their very walls only a few days later…

No, sleep has only come fitfully, briefly, constantly broken by cries of attack and calls for defense. His waking hours are spent either helping command Alrekstad’s defenses; advising Baldr on what’s happening while he recovers; or watching the skies and roads for signs of reinforcements, anxiety churning in his gut until it’s hard to keep food down.

Bran can’t afford the time a full bath would take, but he does his best to clean up with a bowl of water, if only to feel a little more human. It’s been several hours since the last attack from the giants, and he prays to Odin that they will not attack again in the night. Much of the western half of the settlement is already taking heavy damage from the bastards’ magical attacks.

As he’s ruminating on all of this, something hits the shutters on his window. Bran instantly tenses, hand going for his sword. Another small impact hits the shutters, but it doesn’t sound like an arrow. Carefully and quietly, he peeks out through the tiniest opening he can manage, and only sees a familiar face looking back at him. Joy and fear immediately battle inside his chest, propelling him to throw on more clothes against the cold, strap his sword to his back, and hurry outside.

“Kat.” Her name leaves his mouth in  a rushed whisper as he approaches her in the dark, and anything else is stopped as he throws his arms around her. “What are you doing here? You were supposed to be in Blarvatn.”

she stops throwing the pebbles as soon as the shutter twitches, and she has to remind herself to breathe normally.  she still ends up holding her breath.  then he’s there, saying her name and pulling her into a tight embrace, and the relief is so immense and immediate she almost starts crying then and there.  “i heard of the defeat, and i just- i had to come check on you,” she replies, wrapping her own arms around him to keep him from pulling away.  “i needed to know that you were alright.”  she pulls back just enough to look up at him, almost scared of letting go.  the unspoken that you were alive hangs between them.  she refuses to say it.  

“i rode straight here, “ she continues, looking back over her shoulder towards the way she’d come.  “i- i made sure no one saw me arrive.  well, no one unfriendly.  the guards at the gate are very alert.”  kat turns back to bran, reaching up to cup his cheek.  “you haven’t been injured, have you?”

[veidhimadhur]

@fenrisvlfr​ : katla + brandr , alrekstad at midnight

as soon as news reached blarvatn of the failure of jarl baldr’s nighttime attack, kat took off on horseback, praying that she’d be able to reach the settlement before the jötnar forces cut them off entirely.  the missive had been simple and succinct, only speaking of baldr’s wounds and no one else, and the pendant feels like it’s burning against her skin, reminding her of the way bran had kissed her so desperately before she’d been forced to leave.  

she rides synin as hard as she reasonably can, only stopping to sleep, eat, or rest her horse- though, she had tried to sleep in the saddle the first night.  that ended up with her bruised in the grass as synin grazed nearby, so...no more of that.  it still takes almost six days for the settlement to come into view on the horizon, but she’s not sure if it’s comforting or worrying that there isn’t a cloud of smoke hanging over the buildings. 

hopefully it hadn’t burned.  

it’s dark when she dismounts, pulling her cloak over her head and tying her mare’s reins aside so they wouldn’t catch, before sending the horse back towards home.  the sight of familiar guards lets her breathe somewhat easier, finally able to smile at them as they let her in.

it’s midnight when she finally stands outside bran’s window, heart pounding against her ribs.  please be alright.  please be safe.  the words play on repeat in her head as she bends, picks up some pebbles, and starts tossing them at his window to draw his attention.

[veidhimadhur]

konvngr​:

“THANK YOU, MY LOVE.”

he looks up at her, listening to her words. she is more wise than anyone gives her credit for. he gently rubs her waist, comforted by the sturdiness of her. 

there were a thousand things he could do. if he did make peace, baldr would no doubt throw a fit. and for good reason. if he went to war, there was a very real chance he, and all he loved, would die.

part of him wanted to throw the new jarl in the sea when it was presented that way. “HOW WOULD YOU SUGGEST I CALM HIM? HE HAS A LOVER. AND, BY VALHALLA, A LOVER CAN MEND MEN IN WAYS THEY NEVER KNEW.” he gives sága a smile, knowing all she had done for him.

“PERHAPS, I…” but he pauses. perhaps i should make sága my queen. she is more wise than i some days.

“oh, can they?” she hums teasingly, one thumb tracing the curve of his smile.  “give me one example of how a lover mended a man.”  she knows what he will tell her.  she doesn’t mind.  “perhaps you should what?” the shieldmaiden asks, thumb moving from his lips to stroke his cheek in gentle sweeps.  a sigh.  “i do not know how to calm him.  perhaps taking him under your wing?  unless he would take that as a sign of distrust in his skill.  it’s difficult to say, my love.”

[veidhimadhur]

konvngr​:

“PERHAPS YOUR NEXT PROJECT SHOULD BE TAKING YOUR WIFE ON HOLIDAY,” she muses, knowing it’s next to impossible but loving the idea either way. she teasingly nips at his finger before laughing and leaning up to kiss him. it’s a sweet kiss, brief but filled with years of love.

“NO, NO, NO, MY LOVE. I ONLY GET ANGRY AT THE THINGS THAT GET IN YOUR WAY.” she winks. 

he kisses her back, one warm hand cupping her cheek as he gazes at his beautiful wife.  how had he been so lucky, to be wed to a woman like her?  “perhaps after my next project,” he teases, wrapping his arms around her waist and swaying with her along to some music he’s remembering from long ago.  “well, then save your four letter words for those things,” he hums, stealing another kiss.  “now tell me.  what have you been up to these days?”

[veidhimadhur]

fenrisvlfr​:

He gets the sense that he should be used to this by now. Not from experience or anything practical—he just feels like he should be used to his new role as heir. To Baldr being Jarl. To all that entails. It’s been weeks, and everyone else seems used to this new normal by now. Most of Ulfarr’s advisors have already deferred to his brother, and those who were not willing have stepped aside. The people are already calling out ‘Jarl’ when Baldr passes. And far too many people are eager to speak to Bran now that he is heir. Everyone else may be used to it. But he’s not, nor does he think he ever will be.

The door swings open, and Bran takes just a moment to ensure it closes firmly behind him before letting himself get swept up by Baldr’s embrace. “Anything for you, brother,” he says, meaning every word as he squeezes tightly for a moment. Then he steps back and looks to the table. “Odin’s eye, not even a drop? Are you sure you’re not dying?” It feels so good to tease his big brother like he used to. He has to be so much more restrained these days, or else deal with many disapproving eyes and scolding for forgetting decorum. “Well, at least you know Dúrnir’s out. He practically jumped at the chance to retire and head east. Cowardly old geezer.”

the minute bran opens his mouth, it feels like all the tension in the room melts away until it’s just them, like it’d always been.  he wishes it could always be this way.  “not a single drop,” he confirms, letting out a heavy sigh.  “i’m sure there are some who would wish i was.”  namely that cowardly jötunn prince, vakri.  baldr certainly wished him dead.  “he’s earned a little bit of cowardice, yes?  with how much he drinks and swings that sword of his about, he’s lucky to have gotten as old as he is.”  he shifts the sheafs of parchment on the table about, all of them letters of condolence, pleas for assistance, or any other numerous attempt to reach out to him.  “who do you think i should name to replace him?  both völund and steingrímr are worthy candidates, but i can’t decide.”

[konvngr]

“I LOVE YOU. IF IT IS ANY CONSOLATION, I LOVE YOU WITH EVERYTHING IN ME.”