#asterrism

The vibrant blue and red of the Ravensthorpe advisor’s tunic and furs laid neatly folded on a nearby rock. River waters sparkled in the hot midday sun to compliment the glisten of Randvi’s sun-kissed skin. The sinew of her muscle, unimpeded by the layers she normally bore, rippled as she fastidiously scrubbed away the days filth.

It was a common misconception about the Norse and their hygiene—they were very picky about it, often focusing on their appearances and cleanliness. The Saxons, in contrast, smelled like dog shit.

In Randvi’s humble opinion.

The voice behind her did not startle her. Instead, she took the opportunity to wring out her hair, free from its braid, and flicked it over her shoulder. Then she turned and cocked her hip to the side.

Warning: Potential spoilers, potential seizure trigger

Title: Back to the Start

Editors: LiinahHalliwell, xIkuShika, KanekiShuu, KawaiiCupKakes, RainySXS, Kawrill, Asterrism, VigorAMVs, LuvParkJungMin, oODarkTearOo, Lucariochu, Noelia, Aominesexual

Studio: SpeedOfSoundStudios

Song: The Scientist (acoustic cover)

Artist: Tyler Ward, Kina Grannis, Lindsey Stirling

Anime: AnoHana, Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works, Tokyo Ghoul, The Garden of Words (film), Free!, Sukitte Ii na yo, Hybrid Child, Tales of Xillia, Kuroko no Basuke, Tokyo Magnitude 8.0, Wolf Children (film), Kyoukai no Kanata, Death Parade, Tamako Love Story (film)

She turns her attention to the metal flower on the bench in front of her, running her fingers along the yellow metal at the edges of the petal like structure. 'You said they contain fragments of poetry? Do you have any theories on why, exactly? Or why they've only been appearing recently?'

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS. childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

Watching the Ragnarsson brothers simply interact was one thing, but witnessing the two of them and Sigurd duke it out over governing matters was… something else. Randvi could feel herself distancing from the argument and instead tuning into her surroundings with the bustling camp going around them. Lots of supplies, lots of trade—good. Healthy.

Eivor nudging her arm from beside her drew her attention back. Silently, Randvi cocked an eyebrow at her, and obligingly leaned in when she beckoned her forward.

The minute that sharp metal meets the balmy skin of Kassandra, Randvi feels the sudden impulse to scream.

Of course she obliges it—the vocalisation rips through her throat like a snarl in the heat of combat. She knew her back had been turned—but now they’d face her wrath with her full attention. She shoved the Grecian out of the way with an unseen force and immediately hurled both of her axes into the heads of the assassins that had encroached upon their encampment.

Seeing the blood seep from the freshly killed corpses into the soil quenched some of her rage. Randvi turned to Kassandra on the ground. Her eyes flickered to the large gash down her arm with some form of disappointment. Wordlessly she lowered herself and tore fabric off of her tunic.

This was never how it was supposed to happen. Every Viking imagines it being a blaze of glory, a final fight to cement their place in valhalla—“it” being death.

This was never how it was supposed to happen.

A sickly, creeping cold is slowly sliding up Randvi’s bones and seeping into her core. She feels her warmth drain into the soil underneath her, the same ground that her back had hit minutes ago when the arrow had pierced through her shield and into her chest.

Rust tangs her tongue and crusts against her lips. The trees above are blurry. It was daytime, but Randvi could swear she saw the stars as clearly as a hot summers night. Her head is spinning and her thoughts are blurry, and when she sees a head of blonde looking down at her, the pointed features of Eivor—well, she thinks that she’s dreaming.

“You need me,” Randvi repeated. Whether or not it was a conscious decision, she stepped back, away from Eivor and the alliance table she had come to loathe. In this room, she felt it closing in, finally—anger, years of anger, perhaps anger that was never due for Eivor but here she was: saying the right thing at the wrong time.