#bregthasaga

            𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴   𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳   𝙷𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽      -not having expected to boy to actually answer his call. Scepticism wrinkled his forehead. Staring without even uttering a word                         he knew quite well how to make someone feel uncomfortable. The wind hit his face, but not even nature could calm him. Centuries, if not longer, had he not felt the presence of other creatures                              of his own kind. But a boy, Floki knew what he was hiding, what harsh truth.     ❝   Posing as a pretty boy, aren’t we ?   ❞     More a snarly remark than an actual question. Floki folded his arms across his chest.     ❝   Why won’t you tell me the truth ? You don’t belong here. Do you, þurs.   ❞

            𝙰   𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃   𝙲𝙷𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴     -fingers slowly dragging through Fjor’s hair. The other’s head in his lap, perhaps the best way he could spend a lazy Saturday night. There was no need for them to go anywhere else, no need to worry about the things happening around them. It was all very tranquil, in a way, although odd to think about. Money was no issue. It did not bring happiness, but it certainly made a lot of things easier.     ❝   There is nothing wrong with wanting to have some kind of purpose,   ❞     Váli hummed, his shoulders raised in a small shrug.     ❝   Ask mom, she could probably give you a whole essay about how she always tries to do something new whenever they move again. But if you want to do something, go for it, idiot-   ❞     Leaning forward his lips pressed gently against Fjor’s forehead.     ❝   I don’t mind picking up some language classes again either, always liked teaching.   ❞