#jekyll&hyde o2

[yearningsands-blog]

@hydenseeked liked for a starter!

Things have calmed down since that... Whatever it was that happened. Lene is, at least, finding herself more comfortable with whatever this new life means for her. None of her questions have been answered, none of her belongings are back, but mentally speaking, she’s starting to acclimate. That’s the best she can do, at present.

What bothers her, though is... Well, the fact she’s never actually seen the two men who helped her survive since the whole event came to an end. She didn’t even get to thank them! ... Or tell them both off for being reckless weidos. She’s not quite sure which yet. She’ll deal with that when she comes to it.

The dance comes to a close, with an elegant bow. The crowd around her clap appropriately, and disperse when she does not immediately begin a new rhythm. She doesn’t feel much up to dancing right now, unusual as that is. 

Maybe she’d had some sort of premonition, as if Father Bragi himself were guiding her instincts, because as soon as she lifts her head, she meets a pair of meek green eyes that are immediately familiar.

“It’s you!” Whatever remains of the crowd are now gone, as Lene immediately leaps to her feet to corner the blonde man. She’s significantly shorter than him, but she hopes her full height is at least somewhat intimidating. 

“I know you helped me, and I’m grateful for that, but what in the name of the gods were you thinking charging at that thing?!” Okay, she’s going with a scolding. Hands on her hips, full pout on her face, she shoots the most disapproving glare she can possibly manage at him. “You could have been killed so easily! Your life has value, you’d make your mother cry by throwing it away like that! What kind of lunatic are you? A-and also! How did you change your hairstyle so fast on a battlefield?!”

You’ve got some explaining to do, dear Doctor...