#vash \ / hr23

[mischiefmodig]

@epilvgue \ / Hearths Rising Starter

He was growing restless. Answers were coming no faster to him in his own research than in any other subject he had studied in the past. He knew the legends of this place almost for heart by this point, but everything was as infuriatingly vague as it was back on Asgard.

Further still, he'd become distracted by the dawning of another evil that watched him from afar.

Dwyrnokk. A familiar creature of his own world though not identical ( he recognized the name as soon as he eyes fell upon it. ) A terror had taken through him when he remembered the way it stared upon him. He was a master of lies, a trickster, of course it was after him. He had too many secrets he needed to bear.

He would certainly not be forced into participating in this world's frivolous activities. He simply would not allow it. And now that he had made up his mind, he had plunged himself into his work.

For days...

He'd lost track of them, searching for answers to escape. To have power restored, anything to make it make sense to him. He was so caught up in his studies at the Archives, he failed to notice a familiar figure approach him.

A tap upon his shoulder brought him out of his stupor, a hand reaching for the nearest book to become his weapon. Only to recognize the man who approached. The person he was forced to share a roof with.

❝ What are you doing here? ❞ He asked curtly, though perhaps for Vash's benefit, he was rather more exhausted than usual. He hadn't been to the Villa in a few days ( curse this mortal body. )