#avianeveran

Wil nearly skidded, toppling half over the end of his bed, as he slid into his room, reaching for his computer desk chair. Pulling it out from it’s tucked in home, he swirled it around to plop himself down right in it, and flicked the monitor on. 

“Come on, come on, come on,” he mumbled to himself too eager to wait for this kind of technological torture to load.

Finally, the little blue screen blipped on, and Wil darted the mouse over to his skype account, clicking up on the screen. With a quick scroll, he found the little hawkboy’s name, and clicked it up.

“Yo, Eve-ster,” he quickly typed. “Answer your skype. I need you or something.” 

Now.. he’d wait. 

Okay, maybe not.

Asgard suits him.

If there is one thing these last tumultuous years and the months of exile have taught him undeniably, it is that this place -- these lofty ceilings and gilt floors inlaid with their intricate knotwork, airy carven stone and curtains shifting in the wind from the sea, sweeping petals in the spring and the sweet fragrance of early summer leaves into these high halls -- is more home to him than any other ground his feet have touched. 

He stands out against the pale stone walls and silken curtains in his mourning sable tunic (even now, a year and a half past the death of his mother, he has not cast off that sorrowful mantle), but pads catlike and silent from pillar to pillar, pensive, lost in thought, and apparently so keenly unaware of his surroundings that his feet appear to bring him whither they will. 

The illusion of obliviousness shatters, however, as he perceives the second presence. And the ice in the raven-haired Trickster’s scowl melts like hoarfrost in the sun as his gaze alights on his cousin, and he stills, poised almost on the balls of his feet, prepared to fight, flee, or foster friendship -- all reactions hinging on that of Everan.

“Cousin,” he says, voice as crisp and steady as water in a basin on the cusp of cracking. 

I apologize heavily on my inactivity - because of midterms and my grandmother being ill, it's been taking away a lot of my free time to where I could RP with who I've owed so far. After work tonight, I'm going to make it in my best efforts to get back to you guys (since I'm a little shit and now the worst RP partner ever). Just to let you know.