Frerin, son of Thrain (
forgottenbrother) wrote2013-06-10 11:04 pm
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OOC NOTES: Okay so I was going to set up a scene here, but I know I have at least two people who want to tag in and play with Frerin, so I decided to let you guys set up a scene on whatever's going through your head. Feel free to give me a blank tag and I'll set up scene in that case, but talk to me if you want to do that so we can decide on something that we both want to do.
Other than that...um...well yeah just go for it :3
Other than that...um...well yeah just go for it :3
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For a moment, Dís can pretend that nothing has happened and they are cuddling after a bad dream.
"Brother dearest, your safe return 'twas all I wished for." Still, she smiles, pressing a kiss to the line of his jaw and curling closer. She hasn't slept well in far too long, too worried and too unused to the silence. Perhaps now she can, knowing at least part of her family has returned.
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He breathes, buries his face in her hair and knows that Dis is breaking just as much as he is.
"I could never leave you," he tells her, but in his heart he can't forget just how close he was to death. It was luck that saw him through to the end of battle. Frerin is not a warrior, not like Thror or Thrain, and yet he made it through. He assumes his father is dead; the thought of him leaving them is too terrible.
"I'm here." He wishes he were stronger, wishes the words meant more than they do.
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Part of her wonders how it would have been if she could have been there on that battle field, if she could have done anything. But that's folly to worry about, not when she's got the deaths of her father and grandfather already weighing on her mind. So with a little sniffle she nods.
"You better let me take you to see Oín, at least." A poke at his shoulder, "I'll be very cross if you don't."
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He smiles faintly at Dis, exhaustion settling in.
"You know I can't handle you being cross with me," he replies softly. "But later, I think."
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It's unspoken, but there in the way she holds him close and presses warm against his side Dís makes it clear she will guard him as he sleeps. And she will definitely take him up on that promise later on.
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He doesn't fully relax until sleep claims him.
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The day might have been one of the worst in her short life, but that night Dís dreams of a chamber with star-studded gems embedded in the walls and ceiling, little constellations marked out like the sky until she couldn't tell one from the other.
In her dream they laugh and curl close, point out shapes and name them like there's not a care in the world. And she sleeps through the night for the first time in weeks.