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These fucking nightmares. [[Open.]]
Bethâs eye shot upward, too emotionally weak to bother being surprised by the sudden presence of the unfamiliar woman. âI⌠uh, rough night.â
"I did sense as much, it does seem that the night's dreaming ails you," Nott paused in a considering moment, her tone held curiosity in his softness, "I may be of use to you with such a terrible ailment."
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These fucking nightmares. [[Open.]]
"Are you not well, my dear?" Nott approached the woman with a gentle voice and soft footing, she sensed Beth's unease and even some of her pain. She didn't press into the woman's mind, she didn't have to to get an idea of her troubles.
"My head does feel much like someone has chosen to play a bit of disk throwing within my skull," Nott watched as he set about to cooking, she hated to admit her headache but no more than she disliked her current appearances. She pressed her head a bit with a tilt into the coolness of her own hand, it was a temporary and needed reprieve from the pounding. Nott made a note to herself, should she ever imbibe Midgardian spirits again? It would not be in such excess, ever again. Nor would she visit her father, not necessarily ever again, but certainly not while she was inebriated.
After a moment of pause, she spoke once more, "Are you well, dear Doctor?" The question seemed predominately a distraction tactic, as if avoidant of what she'd done. Avoidant of what she had done while inebriated. She finally moved to lean, somewhat ungracefully on the counter before him.
OOC: Last night was a terrible night, sorry for disappearing. Sadly, I now have work... so please like if I owe!
OOC: Yup, I'll be back when I'm done wanting to blow up planets.
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Karnilla inclined her head slightly as greeting to the goddess. âNott. How have you been faring?â
Nott in turn gave a slight bow of her head to the Lady Karnilla, "I have been faring well as I can manage, dear Lady."
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A pleasure to meet you, Lady Nott! You are of Asgard,yes? I am surprised we have not met sooner!
In all honest terms, I was not raised in Asgard, I am not surprised youâve not met me yet. [She offers a soft smile.]
*She nodded, tilting her head in curiosity* I see, were you raised in Midgard then? Or perhaps the lovely Vanaheim?
Neither, Lady Eir, I was raised in Svartalfheim. [Her purple eyes light a bit with a brief flash.]
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Greetings, I am Eir Goddess of Healing, how do you fare tonight?
Good early morn to you, Lady Eir, I am Nott Goddess of the Night. [She inclines her head slightly in a bow.]
A pleasure to meet you, Lady Nott! You are of Asgard,yes? I am surprised we have not met sooner!
In all honest terms, I was not raised in Asgard, I am not surprised you've not met me yet. [She offers a soft smile.]
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Greetings, I am Eir Goddess of Healing, how do you fare tonight?
Good early morn to you, Lady Eir, I am Nott Goddess of the Night. [She inclines her head slightly in a bow.]
OOC: Now that I have all the feels from writing that response to Sif, I sadly must depart for work. I will try to reply from work but it may not like my Nook/tablet.
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Sif narrowed her eyes taking the sword from beside her with a firm grasp, she forced herself to stay where she was, she was overwhelmed with anger and thought of slashing her. âNor is it my fault, I may judge you by who your family is but that is not my fault, I have a habit of speaking my mind I do not care who it is. You canât stop him coming through you, your getting angered like him now, the slightest insult and you go crazy with anger.â She stood herself up straight holding the sword as she stared right into the womans eyes. âYour grandfather, a few years ago almost killed all the Jotuns, your capable of that if you tried. You may not intend to harm anyone, if you were in my place now and if you could stare into your own eyes you could see how your eyes read rage and death.â Sif closed her eyes once again trying to release all her anger.
Nott could not help but let free a derisive snort at the woman's words, in reality she was not truly angered by Sif's words, but hurt. It burned her to be so outcasted simply because she was the grandchild of a scorned god, a god who had tried to cleanse a race from existence. All she truly wanted was a place in this world, to feel wanted or needed or both. It was why she took interest in Midgard, she was not accepted in the realms deemed her rightful home; she was barely welcome as proven in this moment. She relaxed herself and decided to show the emotions she was holding back. The hurt, the loneliness, it washed over her features and demeanor like a flood.
"Put yourself in my place, Lady Sif. Think of what it would be like to be ill-accepted in all places you tread, to have no true home that would welcome you with open arms. To be scorned for a bloodline that traces your veins, a biological make-up you cannot control and did not choose," Nott's voice was not unlike a lonely child pushed in the corner by her peers and ridiculed relentlessly, "To be hated for all you are for things out of your grasp, for things you did not do, for things you have not done."
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Family was never a subject she was fond of, she knew few if any of her relations at all. Nottâs purple eyes watched Baldur with an odd look swimming within the rich color of her irises. After a long moment she spoke, there was an edge in her tone that she tried to keep soft as possible. âMy father is Narfi, son of Loki and brother to Hela,â she paused in thought, it felt foreign to speak of her family so casually as she did not know them, âMy mother was Aud, she passed giving birth to me.â
Realisation quickly dawned upon the former Asgardian prince, and his pale features seemed to lit with recognition; her uneasiness did not go unnoticed to his attentive eyes, but he elected not to question her further lest he ended up treading a forbidden territory. âForgive me, for I knew not of the existence of my unfortunate nephewâs brood.â Heâd heard of a terrible fate that had befallen the son of Loki, whose only crime had been to innocently bear the faults of a mischievous father - or so Baldur thought, for very few tidings reached him in Helheim. âI truly am sorry about your motherâs untimely passing, and I can only offer my deepest condolences.â he bowed his head briefly, heart-felt sympathy lacing his voice. âAs a great-uncle of sorts, I am very pleased to be able to meet you.â
She felt a comfort sift through her as his lack of judgment for her lineage wrapped around her like the warmth of the sun. Nott fought a brief stickiness in her throat as she gave him an odd smile that reached her eyes in a strange manner. Family was unfamiliar territory, she did not understand it well, not truly. She oft dare not discuss family for it was common to receive hateful words or glances, she was ever used to the pain of being weighed on a scale - lumped in with her grandfather's legacy just because she bore some of his blood coursing in her veins.
"I thank you, Baldur, for not thinking ill of me for my lineage," her voice was a touch tight with emotion she rarely expressed: gratitude.
âYou are still a part of their family, you still hold part of both of them inside of you. You may have no contact with them but I assure you, you are still part of them and cannot change that, I am not judging you but your family anger me greatly.â She scowled again, anger weaved its way through her words. She closed her eyes intending not to get so angry, she placed her sword by the side of her and took a minute to try and release the irritation. âIt is not my fault your father regrets bringing you into this world, many others may have raised you but that makes no difference of whos family you belong toâ She tried to calm herself but couldnât, she gets angered thinking of people related to Loki. She despises him and doesnât want anything to do with him.
Nott took in a sharp breath and desperately tried to keep the hurt from her features, to maintain decorum. Every word from Sif's lips felt like the prick, the poke, of a blade. The woman spoke a truth that Nott endlessly tried to fight, the truth of who she was born to and the lineage she thus bore. A piece of her wanted to be angry at the woman before her, to lash out, but she knew of the legacy her grandfather left behind. Nott stiffened noticeably as she willed the sadness from her face and from her voice as she spoke, "It is also not my fault I was born to this bloodline, you are judging me by my lineage whether you admit that to yourself or not, Lady Sif. I am not my bloodline, I did not hurt people as my grandfather has, nor do I intend to. I am not his legacy as I not accepted by his son, my father," her tone grew fierce as the words slipped free of gritted teeth, "I am my own."
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This is a public service announcement to anonymous haters:
Stop. It does nothing but show just how inhuman you are. You think the anonymity has guised you in a mask, that there are no consequences to the hurtful things you say? I hate to break it to you, but it doesnât. It solidifies everything that should be loathed about human nature. Why there is ever the need or desire to make any other human feel less than you or less than anyone, to make them feel worthless? I do not grasp nor understand. I shall continue to send kind words IC or OOC to anyone who I see receiving hate. You do not deserve it. Do not take it to heart. Hell, just hit the check mark and delete. It pains me to see the bullying that occurs so blindly over the internet and I am heartbroken anytime I see it truly hurt another person.
I imagine that you anons, you âgreyfacesâ, think you are hot shit for this crap. Youâre not. You are the minute, the miniscule, the terrible people. And in all honesty? I pity you. I pity the fact that you deem it necessary to be so callous, so hateful. It shall remain forever sad that this is an activity in life you have chosen to take joy in.
To all those receiving hate? Stay strong. Do not let it drag you down, do not let it tear you down. Should you ever need a kind word? A message of strength? I will not hesitate to deliver it. I do hope that my words grow to mean something. I hope that this post gives you the strength to look past the darkness that such hate can put you in. Harming yourself, taking your own life? Neither is worth it. Do not give the sick people who hide in the shadows the pleasure of your pain. Move forward and continue to roleplay, continue to write, continue in the escapes that bring you peace of mind.
All the love in the world, all the strength, yours truly,
Gadget
Reblogging myself because this appears to be once again a necessary PSA.
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OOC: Sorry Sif-writer, Nott is very touchy about the topic of family... Heh heh...
Sif scowled at the sound of Loki, watching the womans body language she took the smile from her face. âThought you looked like someone I knew.â She shook her head hesitating to answer then she spoke out again. âYour the daughter of Lokis Son. I prefer not to talk about this any longer. I had no intentions of coming into contact of someone who is so close to someone who is so despicable.â Sif screwed up her eyes and moved to stand at the other end of the room.Â
Upon Sif's words, Nott rounded quickly to level the other woman with darkened eyes; like clouds darkening the skies before a storm. She loathed being judged by her lineage. Being judged by the family she barely knew, the family who did not raise her nor seek her out. "I am nothing like my father, nor like my grandfather. I know them not, mind you, Lady Sif, my father views me as not but a mistake," her voice while angered also held a note of sadness, "I was not raised by those of my lineage and I do not appreciate being judged by such. I am not close to them, either of them."
