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Forugh Farrokhzad, from “Lost", Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad

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open to : everyone .

they are watching from afar, their eyes hardened to what is before them, but still a terror erupts, inflames and burns at her skin in the way the fire licks the bones of those below. what is done in the name of the gods has shaken her to the core.

her return to novigrad was to be one of relief, of comfort. months away tracking a particularly tricky bounty had led to miles of discomfort, cold and a homesickness they hadn't thought possible. to find the eternal flame's obsession having escalated so... something in freya is disgusted, and she has seen her fair share of bloodshed. "what has happened?" a whisper, to no one in particular, the fire reflecting in the grey of her gaze. "surely they do not think that this is the will of the gods."

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they wander the market, bored but content. between work, freya tends to stick to their more secluded home — far from the busy hustle of the square and yet today something brought her meandering steps into the public.

she spends her coin freely, with no one depending on her; a thought on which she does not linger as she purchases silken fabrics which glide over her fingertips like water. small comforts.

freya pauses by the fountain, picks up a stone and tosses it, attempting to skip it over the surface with little success. eyes falling upon idunn, she can't hide the soft chuckle falling from her lips, freer than she has felt in a while. "i promise you, that was an accident."

location: square market

for: open

“That won’t do.” Idunn sighed, fingers brushing away from the fabric that had previously caught her attention. The merchant chewed up his lip, eager for a sale, “Surely we can come to an agreement?”

The woman shook her head, “No…its far rougher than I expected.” Idunn wandered away before the seller could defend the bolt of cloth further, or more irritatingly, try and offer her something else. The following stalls happened to be just as disappointing, and the goddess decided her venture into the heart of the city had been a waste of time. Perhaps later in the week, more color?

Idunn rested by one of the fountains commissioned by the college and leaned forward first to search for any dedication, and then to admire her distorted reflection. Her lips pursed when the water broke with a splash, and a few droplets wet her hair. Idunn turned to face the culprit, expression falling slightly, “I should have known.”

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they do not mean to linger, their travels taking them towards the woodland she calls her home. but for a moment, freya ponders the garden she is tending to, their gaze sliding across the green they can't help but admire "i need nothing," they respond with a slight shrug. "i only meant to admire your handy work."

where : outside hel's home, just outside novigrad when : dawn who : open

"don't lurk at the edge of the road," hel scarcely looks up from where she kneels in the loose soil and budding green of her garden, her face semi-hidden by the unneeded sunhat she wears that casts her features in shadows in the pale thin light of the early morning sun, "it makes you look like a stray cat. what do you need?"

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𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 .                                 freya , the deity of war .

name: freya age: 1000+ ( 30 appearance ) gender: demi woman pronouns: she / they sexuality: bisexual occupation: bounty hunter hair colour: white eye colour: grey height: 5'2" inspired by: freya , god of war ( video games )

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

you were a warrior long before you were a wife, defended your home with a valour which always belonged to you. heroism — you wanted it, but in the end it was a sacrifice. wedding yourself to a man you hated, an invader — you formed an uneasy alliance with odin and to asgard you went. you lived with it until you couldn't, this man you despised. the day you broke free of him, he stole your warrior spirit, cursed you, exiled you. lonesome, you retreated, left behind the children you adored for you were bound for a life away from asgard. you found yourself in novigrad, established a home far from the humans you were so wary of. later you would begin to collect bounties, etching out a life in this strange land, far from everything you know. the longer you spent here, the more you grew to know them. you can't help it, the shell of your heart yearns to understand them. humankind, though a strange and angry thing, is something you love. you know now that you will not stand by the gods that shunned you, but with the humans that need you.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

baldur's death drove freya to the brink of madness. closed off, she shut herself off from those around here, anyone who tried to care for her or simply just to know her. she wishes for vengeance more than anything, and curses the gods for the injustice.

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

bounty hunting partner — a katniss and gale type vibe? someone who works alongside her, the only real person that knows her and what makes her tick.

informant — someone they speak to regularly and pay well for information on bounties.

lovers, past and present — freya has needs and has taken many a lover to bed. would love to explore the dynamics of those she might have lingering feelings for (or vice versa), or someone who now dislikes her, etc. lots of possibilities!

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𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚈𝙰 . tag dump .

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