Thorunn
[Viking Starters]
ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦⁿᵍ | @ianazavi
Thorunn: One of our muses is ashamed at their mistakes and the other comforts them
It was the weirdest thing, when Percival was still waning off of his suicidal binge drinking time after war, if he wanted drinks, he went to Kitty’s bar, if he wanted to stop drinking, he also went to Kitty’s bar. Was it effective in waning him off of the alcohol that was everywhere within reach, and encouraged by the bartender? No one knew. But he did in the midst of his hazy feelings have an innate realization that the bar owner did not want him dead, and was willing to pour water into Percival’s glass when it was clear he’d had enough. So maybe Percival didn’t go to that bar to tempt himself, maybe he went for a friend that cared?
Mercy Lewis, the Plunkett sisters were crazy.
Percival’s eyebrows were low, a look of despair on his face for having landed himself crazy women as friends. The one time he didn’t try to sleep around with consistent people in his life, and they were crazy sisters. He knew karma was a thing.
At the mention of family, Percival dropped his scrounged up expression - “None that matter.” His birth parents were all but strangers (the way they had treated Grandmother, Percival would never accept it. They didn’t respect Grandmother’s ways, they didn’t understand the tribal ways. When Grandmother died, there went the last of Percival’s real blood relative.)
“Are your family in New York? I think Penny mentioned having a big family. I can’t imagine what that must have been like. I have no siblings.”
“ Big ... isn’t the word you’re looking for - it’s an understatement, “ - chuckled Kitty, - “ Mages and nomages from around the world. Not to mention Penny and I have three brothers. So, I guess you can call it all mildly chaotic.... I’d invite you for dinner, but it takes nerves of steel to handle.”
She winked at Percy and waved her wand for a refill of coffee.
