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Give my character an impossibly hard choice and they'll have to decide.

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A soft purr rumbled in her throat as she began to drift to sleep, worn out and content now that the energy and magic which usually burned within her was put to good use. Her ear twitched as Lômiphêl's hair tickled it and she snuggled closely into her hold before breathing deeply and exhaling into the crook of her mother's neck.

"Yes, mommy," she repeated, sleep tugging further at her mind until she gave in and let herself go limp in her arms. The rest of the walk back would be quiet as she slept, the only sign of her waking being when she was gently tucked into bed before she immediately fell back asleep.

Eyes, blue like the sky, rolled shut as she felt the weight and warmth of Sasha settle over her shoulders and chest. She knew the way. Heard the sounds of movement and every footstep came with certainty and grace. But this? This moment still foreign and treasured? It required the darkness of her mind. Love of a child and the love for a child, she had found, were concepts much larger and trickier to settle than anything else.

Visions came to her sometimes. Visions of far, far off futures and things better left unknown. Whether or not the idea of motherhood would ever feel anything less than sublime.. prophetic vision could not uncover.

She patted Sasha's back softly, "I'm so glad! Perhaps next time we can steal Ziggy. The walk and air would do him well too."

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She relaxed the second Lômi withdrew her hand from the cabinet and began eating the chicken again without worry or concern of it being taken.

Sharp teeth sliced through the cooked flesh making it easier for her to strip the meat off the bones, the little fey focused solely on her meal rather than on anything her mother was currently trying to say to her. A bare bone fell out of the cabinet and onto the countertop as she finished one leg and moved to the neck.

Minutes ticked away as she enjoyed her meal, the child acting far more like a feral housecat than a civilized person as cleaned bones continued to fall until all that was left on the meal was the grease on her fingers. Taking the tea towel she wiped her face and hands before pushing the door open further.

"Mommy?" A small voice asked as she poked her head out and looked at the Vala. "Why are you sad?"

The small wooden space was filled with the sound of her disheartened sigh as Hel lowered her head towards the floor and pulled her hand away from Sasha entirely.

It wasn't her fault. And Lômi did not blame her. For one so small to have such intense fears about food insecurity.. All that Sasha had shared and all the ways Hel's expansive imagination had filled every wretched little gap..

If she needed to squirrel herself away and growl and tense, Hel would not once waver in her soft and patient response.

"Alright." She whispered, "It's alright. I won't.. I won't touch you. I won't.." Out of Sasha's view, her fingers balled in a fist. Every instinct being ignored and stifled as she slowly eased the cabinet mostly shut.

"I will stay right here, but I promise. You are safe. I will not take anything from you." Her thin and long fingers lay silently over the cold wood outside the door, "If you are hungry still, I will bring more. Please chew well. Take your time."

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Now she stood before him, only a few footfalls away, the closest she had let anyone get to her in hundreds of years. The rigidity of her body lessened little by little, the fey remaining planted to the earth, though unsure if she'd remain that way if Thor decided to close the distance between them any further.

Old habits do die hard.

She mirrored his bow, adding a slight bend at the knee to further the respectful gesture she returned to him. He was far more humble and kind than she would've ever imagined; believing that such power and influence would go to anyone's head, especially a god's.

"Thank you, Thor."

For a moment, her mind wandered, thinking back to a time where she had been around people and what barriers she had to enjoying time around them. Blue eyes looked up at him, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she wrung her scarred hands.

"Is there any chance you and your people could mark things that are made with iron? It could be a simple marking, just something so I know not to touch it."

After a moment of hesitation, she turned of a hand so he could see the scarring covering her palm.

"I think that would be a good step forward, as long as it isn't too much of a burden on you."

[ ϟ ]—– And here the woman's words did not fall lightly, striking something deep within that remembered old betrayal, and the weary strength it takes to survive it. Standing still thunderer allowed her to speak, to express what was evidently needed to be voiced, and she had crossed into his space finally, a proof of her willingness to try.

A creature of centuries inching forward, despite the fear.

It was admirable, how she managed to still look unto strangers without hate, and a courteous bow is offered, respectful gesture bowing head ever so slightly, features still open and earnest.

' Then I shall carry that trust with care.'

Once he had demanded such, loyalty and trust, taken faith as a birthright of sorts, yet all of it were gifts only earned through patience, through acts and proving himself worthy of them.

' If there is anything I might do to ease your steps forward, I ask only that you tell me. If there is something you wonder, I will not withhold the truth.'

Gaze lingered on her, soft and searching, assessing the demeanor still.

' I would see this become a place where you do not have to guard every breath.'

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Rannerdale Knotts; Lake District in Cumbria, England

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All of my thread drafts have been finished!

Next on the list is all the asks I have accumulated and then I was be writing replies for my sideblogs.

And then I think I owe a starter or six...

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Fear ran through her body like the blood with fled from her wound, bright crimson blood soaking through the pale blue fabric of her dress. A scream cut through her mind, testing the strength of her marriage bond with Mablung as she begged and pleading for him to save her.

All that she experienced was projected to him: the Silmaril adorn upon the Nauglamír, the dwarves betrayal, their King dying at her feet, and the blood which gushed from her own wounds. At last, a message to care for their child.

"Adar," she cried, falling to her knees as she beheld his bloodied frame. "Please, hold on. You cannot leave us this way."

Her lip trembled as she looked from Thingol's broken form to the dwarves dangling within her magic's grasp, the fey setting her ears back as she determined their fate. With hardened expression and restored determination, she tore open his robes, pressing her hands into his various wounds before weaving a spell into being.

"Yla depich degy clech glw ww debiw rhei ci llydangac clech cray i fi the prydd ry si dwed ci clech dimlo blyst rhei py yla cer degy."

With each word that fell from her lips, the dwarves withered and bled while the elven king's wounds knit themselves shut, her own forgotten as she reclaimed Thingol's life for him. One by one each dwarf died, their lives being enough to heal the worst of his wounds before the fey's strength fail her and she lost consciousness upon him.

With prideful stance full of ignorance, Thingol noticed the warning of his daughter not, for his anger thundered too loudly behind his ears. Not the teachings of many years before nor the deep love held for Sasha were able to reach him in this moment, with tensions soaring ever higher on the shadowed wings of the dragon that had gone before and was now beyond Middle-earth. Elu Thingol would not back down and surrender. Even as the axes swung around him.

Foolishly unarmed was he down in the deeps of the caverns, having felt safe enough to travel here alone. He cried out in pain and rage as the axe met flesh, and his hands that had previously reached for the necklace of bright gems were now covered in his own blood that gushed from the first wound in his side. His long arms waved around him as he sought to push away the dwarves and their weapons which cleaved into him ever more. One dwarf fell, murdered by their own kin in the confused, surging onslaught, and he took up the axe which seemed small in his own hand. With loud grunt in every move, he hewed back at the dwarves.

At Sasha's scream which rose above the din, Thingol looked around with much effort to seek her out. When he found her, he attempted to crawl closer to keep the dwarves from her, even so far as clawing at their cloth and boots.

"Sasha! Do not touch her ye cruel Naugrim!" he shouted as well as he might, pulling himself along, before being knocked down to the floor again, even as he heard his daughter's cry of pain which sank into him like another deep wound.

The bright flash of light might have been Sasha's magic ability summoned forth or one final blow to the head and the signaling of the end of his life, he did not know for certain. He slumped over onto the floor, axe falling from his weakening fingers, tunic and robe covered in deep crimson spots, which began to blend together. His breath came now in ragged bursts, with low sighs in between.

The once great, ancient elven-king was now helpless and dying in the darkest, deepest caverns of his realm.

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She sniffled and tried to blink back her tears as she watched her mother, unsure of how she'll react to her blatant refusal. Lomiphel was by far the most patient with her, but she doubted she would remain her composure for long.

Ar-Pharazôn would be the most likely to strike her for her behavior, Zigûr might be mad with her for it but he wouldn't directly harm her like the king would.

The offered handkerchief was quickly put to work wiping her tears as her mother got to her level, Sasha shaking as she anticipated whatever action may follow next.

"I don't want to wear this dress or go to class or listen to the King," she crossed her arms and frowned, balling up the handkerchief in her hands. "I want to go to sleep and see the horses."

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helreginn asked: " your choices are important , too . " "No they are not!" She stomped her foot for emphasis, crossing her arms in front of her chest, blue eyes plastered upon her mother. What she wanted hardly mattered to those around her, Zigûr pushed for her to practice magic, everything a lesson to be learned, the King desired her obedience above all else, even Lômiphêl, though the best intentioned of them all, still wanted her to do things when she didn't want to. Today she wished to defy them all, ill tempered and feral like a captured wolf pup forced to do tricks. Morning had come too soon, the dress chosen for her too constricting, and before she could be ushered off to breakfast, she had had enough. Tall ears pinned back, tears ran down her cheeks, and her heels dug into the ground, bringing the day to a halt. "I don't get to choose, everyone else chooses for me." @sashaofravenlock

A pit of something, something sharp and rotten, though she couldn't place it, calcified in her chest. She had tried her very best to give Sasha freedoms.

But a butterfly in a lepidopterarium is still caged.

Lomiphel knew she couldn't steal Sasha. Ar-Pharazôn could do nothing but Zigûr? More than just the little fae would be in peril if she could even manage to convince her to go..

Hel knelt low, lower than Sasha's eye level. She took one of her hands and pressed an ornate handkerchief inside, making no further move to hinder or hold the little girl.

"Then tell me," she gently encouraged. "Tell me your choices and I will do everything in my power to solidify them."

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Lake Nakatsuna

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Her ears lowered further, anxiety shining in her eyes as she watched his frown deeper. What was she doing to make him unhappy? She was trying her best to be respectful and courteous.

The shift in his voice was noted, the fey taking a deeper breath and loosening her stiff posture just enough that she no longer felt the knot which was forming between her shoulder blades. As her discomfort subsided, she took another steadying breath and looked at their surroundings.

Green grass no longer grew withered and brown around her feet and the damaged grass already showed signs of recovery as she relaxed just enough to lessen her impact on it.

"I hope that my trees will serve you and your people well," she glanced back to the god. "They always provided me good shade and always had a soothing presence."

His offer left her dumbfounded and entirely unsure of how to respond to him, it being so courteous and entirely unexpected about the strange encounter they had both shared in. Staring at him with wide eyes, she attempted to return his smile, stopping only when she felt it looked more as though she was baring her teeth at him.

"If you do, would you make sure to keep others from seeking me out until I'm ready to accept company?"

[ ϟ ]—– Noting her gaze wandering there was no change in the Asgardian, nor remark made. Craving the full weight of a stare was no longer existing in the god, knowing now how some glances were an act of assessment and survival, not of interest.

Golden head inclines a fraction, the motion languid like dusk settling over treetops. A week, it seemed an oddly specific timeframe, and yet she was an utterly unusual creature, shaped by long years and loneliness in a way he could hardly imagine.

Demeanor and appearance was evidently weary, the young woman's tiredness impossible to ignore and the sort that lived in the marrow, bone-deep and ancient. Softening her posture even as her voice held its thread of caution, and of unnecessary apology.

The frown in the god's features deepened, at what she had endured to make such gentleness feel like overextension.

' You need not come before you are ready,' and offering is given with low, soothing voice. ' We will not be raising walls fast, I can assure you.'

There was an instinct to reach out and reassure, yet ration supplied it would be utterly unwelcomed, and perhaps even feared. Instead thunderer shapes a gentle smile into being, the gesture towards the leaf-filled forest behind her a courteous wave.

' Can I escort you at the very least, to wherever you wish to go at this time?'

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Haven

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Bluebell Woods

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żabko, żabko, daj mi buzi ;)

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"Thank you, my love." She rested back in the bed as Mablung left, her eyes closing to ease the faintness she felt. Sasha stirred again as Mablung returned to their rooms, blue eyes opening just in time for him to enter the bedroom and place the tray down. In a quick moment, Mablung had gently sat her up and Erthoron had begun his hunger sounds.

"I think he wants to nurse."

“Anything you want.” Mablung promised, lingering a moment more before he disappeared down the kitchen. A short time later he returned, bringing a tray with her drink and a bowl of raspberries. He set it down on the bedside table and helped her sit up. Erthoron made a snuffling noise from his cradle.

“Singing already, little one?"