[ I’ll try to be on after uni today, darlings. I know no one actually cares when I make it on, but I like notifying people of what’s happening because of reasons :P Have a lovely day <3 ]
I’m sorry for being away so much, everyone, but uni has really been on my back (as well as plenty of other stressful things going on right now…and being sick to cap it all off) and I’ve been trying my best to focus on that. I’ll see if I can’t get a few things done this week before I leave for the weekend. I just want you all to know that I’m not neglecting you on purpose! It’s just getting really difficult for me right now. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night <3 I truly love you all.
[ Making a template for the trousers. Granted they look better on a leg, but yeah…coming along nicely for someone who doesn’t sew XD Took me forever to work out how the pieces were attached in the real costume. Turns out it was the simplest way possible and rather than being attached to one another they’re just sewn onto the material beneath XD way to overthink things Dani. ]
Long finger’s frame Gold’s face, a gentle touch to match the small upturn of lips despite the catch in Risk’s bass, “Then teach mineself.”
"Show mineself the brightness of your passions, of your world for the brief moments we have. Let mineself see if I can learn to trust as you do, to love as you do so that you may forever find yourself at home by mine side - even when dimensions separate our corporeal forms." thumbs brushed over tear-soaked cheeks as he finished quietly, "And perhaps these things I can show mine peoples, of what it means to not just survive but to live. With purpose and hope.”
A flutter hit his heart so hard he was in danger of swooning on the spot were it not for the strong arms around his emotion-weakened form.
That smile, the ghost of a happiness the old god had long forgotten, thoroughly warmed his entire being, causing him to lean into the embrace and rest his head in the cool crevice of the other’s neck. His words left him in a breathy stream as fingers gently clawed over his reflection’s shirt, clinging with love.
“I will not waste a single moment of your time…I will teach you…I will love you…in every way…I will not drag you away from your quest, but enrich it with my own teachings; this I promise you…together…together we will learn, my dearest Risk…”
A muted joy spread over his lighted features, emotion dripping from his pores such was his passion for the man in whose arms he swayed. Taking the Jotun’s hand and leaning back slightly, giving him the space he knew the foreign monarch appreciated, the King softly tugged him in the direction of the beach.
”Walk with me~”
The clone swallowed hard and cam to a stop. He did not know how to handle what he just found out. Did their son take after him or after King? There was so much he did not know, but was this the time to ask questions?
Turning around to face King once more he walked to him and took the outstretched hand. “I should have held my tongue, but… I suppose it is for the best. Now I know I am mortal.”
His gaze wafted upwards to that of his companion and lover’s, hand outstretched in expectancy of Image. His brows pulled together in confusion, however, body moving backward in a twitch as if he had been stung.
“Mortal…? What- what do you mean?”
Since what time had such a thing become apparent? He had not recalled finding any evidence that the clone was anything but an accurate, now fully operational duplicate of himself as much as any twin…
Sigyn pulled away from him, putting a hand on his chest before he could grow and pull her close once more as he’d done in years past. “I shall return in a moment and you can hold me once more.”
Sure enough the woman reappeared, now in the green fabriced gown and almost..shy for the first time in a long time. She stopped before a mirror, looking over herself. “It is…” She trailed off, not able to find words.
His arms reluctantly, though gently, released their hold upon his wife and allowed her to don the shining garment, even if it was only Midgardian. Leaning against the side wall, his perfectly tailored suit stretching over the muscle beneath, the King admired the goddess for not only the beauty of what she wore, but for the heart he knew resided within her chest. A heart that belonged to him…