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Dvalinn, the Slumbering Beast of Yggdrasil
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Art by Snails
Dvalinn, the Slumbering Beast of Yggdrasil
Penned by Pie Indie | Selective/Mutuals Only | Norse Mythology | Cosmic Themes Multiverse/Multiship Friendly | 18+
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There's gotta be plenty of beings you can make a deal with to restore those books for the right price!
"The trick is identifying the right one for the right price.... and then making sure they're still alive in the first place."
"Well....... shit."
At some point a window had cracked open juuuust enough to let in moisture. Now her library shelf that was well over 300 years old was exposed to water damage. Some pieces harmed well beyond her personal skill set to repair.
The Hart parsed through, as carefully as one could, the books and scrolls in search of a particular unit. Only when she found it.. her shoulders sagged and an exasperated sigh left her. "That Rat might as well have strolled in and taken a piss on my books..."
Time to figure out how to get a centuries old book repaired enough to read.
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| ooc | When you've been bitten by the bug that is known as The Summer Hikaru Died and now you wanna do something with eldritch horror elements.
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Which rare human emotion are you?
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Amae
The urge to crumple into the arms of a loved one to be coddled and comforted. Life has not been kind to you recently, and the burdens you hold are becoming too heavy to bear on your own. There is no shame in wanting the comfort of a loved one, it is what you deserve. You have struggled for a long time on your own, fearing asking for help or seeming weak, believing you have to grow up and make it on your own. Those who love you will never consider you weak for needing them, and to deny yourself this comfort is a terrible thing. Take a breath, forgive yourself, and allow another to hold you up for a while.
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Hel ducked her head slightly to the side, thankful Dvalinn stood at such an angle her face was somewhat concealed. A surprise visit always came with delight and appreciation but it also left her under-ready for the pretense she felt must persist. People - even those that loved her - never could handle the depths of her sorrow. What grieves death too profound for laymen's hearts.
She breathed slow and deep, trying to gather her nerves as she stamped those feelings down. Dvalinn is joy. She can bring joy in return, surely. The giantess exhaled softly and lifted her head finally, a small and lazy -almost sincere- smile there on her wine dark mouth.
"Hello, my love. To what do I owe this pleasure?" "
The moment the Hart's eyes landed on dearest Hel, her lips parted to give a boisterous greeting. That gusto was quick to die off when she spied the head turn and breath. Oh.. she knew that collecting delay. Ionized blue eyes studied the little movements of the giantess and gathered that there was a burden she was trying to stamp down.
Dvalinn knew that intimately well. Loneliness and the crushing drone of duty was something she had learned to suppress and mask.
As Hel lifted her head for the greeting, the Hart snapped a grin on and tilted her head. If her dearest ever wanted to share, she'd give her space to do that. For now... a distraction. Dvalinn lifted a basket to reveal a delightful little haul. "I've got fish and root vegetables. Interested in a meal?"
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Commission for @yggdrasilushxrt of their OC, Dvalinn. Thank you for your commission!
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Wake up...
something is off...
WAKE UP!
A sharp gasp ripped Dvalinn fully awake. In an instant, she was sitting upright and tense. Her spine and skull buzzed with an energy she found familiar and intense. Her chest rose and fell, quickly at first, soon smoothing out into a regular pace. Cyan eyes swept over the space before her and noted the plant overgrowth barely visible from the weather stained glass of her cottage.
"...Shit, it's been a minute."
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Wake upā¦
ā¦
Wake up!
are there any humans you'd want to share your immortality with?
She knew a loaded question when she heard one.
"Unless you have a continuous purpose and the mental fortitude for it, I don't recommend immortality."