#frostbittendivinity

Tess regarded him for a moment, head tilted ever so slightly. Betrothed? How cute. How very... domestic. She wondered what he thought to get out of such a thing -- Tess always found marriage rather pointless except in legalities, but Vetr had always stumbled over his own feet to give her what she wished.

So, she indulged him. It could not hurt anything.

 The peridot irises of the god swiveled languidly to fix upon the being that shared his near exact visage. There were, of course, dissimilarities; minutely fine alterations that he could pinpoint that identified them as separate, despite the whelming likeness, but if any observer cast their scrutiny upon them, they would arrive at the conclusion that they were twins - identical, and quite eerily so. It was the words which departed their lips, and spun as threads to weave that would undeniably determine their difference. Their ideologies, mingled with the tales of their past centuries, would swiftly distinguish them, and thus, while same, their individuality would emerge inescapable.