@eldingaesir

Jaina stood frozen in the doorway, still clutching the note while absorbing the sight before her. She reached in to pick up a nearby bouquet of flowers and held it against her chest as if they were joy fashioned into delicate petals, as if affection had been transformed into their soft aromatic perfume. Eyes wide, she raised up on her toes to get a better look at the the shock of red out of place on her desk against the waves of blue, white and yellow.

An energy she hadn’t felt in some time made her giggle and feeling childish, she cupped her hand over her mouth to stifle it, though the sparkle in her eyes remained.

        Work was long, hectic and completely draining. A junior partner was not fun and having to deal with her father at the same time was even worse. Especially now with pressure of an arranged marriage being shoved into her life by Daron. Something she refused to through, she refused to be a piece in her father’s game with the government. The current relationship she had been in would have to end if she had simple followed what ever her father wished. Nyssa would not let that happen after six months in a committed relationship and just moving in with him.

      Sitting on one of many boxes, one leg crossed over the other. A soft sigh left her lips watching the man from across the room. Sure she should probably be helping unpack boxes but in this moment the only thing on her mind was the argument she had with Daron just moments before she had come into her new home. Biting her bottom lip a rather inaudible hum left her lips as knuckles rested under her chin taking a moment to think of a words.

Diana furrowed her brow, searching through archive documents for one particular piece of paper that she could really use for her report. It would have helped support her point, at least. She bit the inside of her lip, shuffling papers around when she heard Thor’s raspy voice. She smiled softly and blushed, tucking her hair behind her ear befor turning around to look at the Scandinavian god. 

OH WOW. BE COOL WONDER GIRL. and the young woman looks up as she finally gets to meet the thunder god. odd, and weird, considering who her grandfather was. “don’t be jealous, grandpa.” she mumbles under her breath, baby blues looking up. honestly, this trip to new york might had been the best idea she had in a long time, and this time, it wasn’t for superhero things, and rather, archaeology. (even if, in the end, superhero business always seems to show up). “oh, uhmm. Nice meeting you, Mr. Thor. I’m Wonder Girl. Cassie is fine though.” she offers up, bright wonder woman’s symbol on her chest shinning as light hits it as she shifts, her hand coming into view for him to shake. “You are like . . . the Nordic version of my grandfather, Zeus. You know, with all that lighting.”

A raven had announced Thor´s return from the battlefield. The palace´s servants were quick to prepare his chambers for rest, a hearty meal and mead for him to refuel his energy, all of them bustling about busily while Delilah stood in the kitchen, preparing a calming tea and a healing salve with quiet focus. All put on a silver plate, together with a freshly cut rose as token of her affection and relief that he´d come back, she carried it to his chambers and waited for his arrival, at least outside a picture perfect of calm and composed with how she sat by the washstand next to a steaming water basin and soft towels for his use. A book rested in her lap, but she only absentmindedly skimmed over the pages; she was anxious to how he´d fared in battle on the one hand, and concerned how well she´d be doing tending to him, on the other.

“I take it this thicc is a good thing?”