# ᵈʳᵒᵖˢ ᵒᶠ 𝙹𝚄𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚁

affiliated w/ : @revnants & @okultists !

o yea a vision is coming 2gether ............. hmmmm, 6 months old when the raccoon city incident occurs, loses mom in the process and— idfk, get's rescued somehow somewhere by somebody. i need to rewatch re:2 probably for more. maybe dad was working for umbrella? idk idk. either way connections got his lil baby self outta there????? im not sure and by the time of the newest resident evil is 28, what is he doing? who knows. if anyone wants to help me flesh this guy out n plot him about lmk.

closed starter for @holyblcd's sindri, like for your own starter here ! (ignore the cap)

back laid to burlap sacks overflowing with wheat and grain, some wouldn't find this peculiar sleeping arrangement ideal, but atreus had faired in far worse places. being in sindri and brock's home, atreus had felt a comfort coming through the front doors that he had not felt since his mother had still been breathing, and would greet him with open arms. they were family, his uncles, and atreus would be resigned to say otherwise.

flipping through a book of poetry that his father had discovered on their adventures thus far with tyr, atreus eyes trail from line to line: glacial orbs absorbing every theme and stanza with a kind of interest that spoke of wisdom beyond his years.

for as foolish as the boy, a child still, could be ... there was undeniably an intelligence within the icy pallor of his eyes, that said of years untold. sindri seemed to see that, know that, and help him embrace that! his uncle, his friend, he was a companion that atreus was almost always eager to see.

almost.

sometimes the man's sudden appearances were startling, but atreus had gotten used to them over the years he had known the dwarf and his silver-blue brother.

speaking of sudden appearances— atreus doesn't even flinch as the settling of a body sounds beside him on a barrel of mead. the soft cough sindri lets out to let atreus know he was there, not needed but appreciated nonetheless. setting the book of poems aside, atreus turns his head over on the threadbare sack he calls his pillow, and says: