#sollupe

“ …. Sister … ” Skoll just nods to the other.

Snooping around never brought anyone any good. She should have learned that, after everything with Kaneshiro. However, they were running low on leads. And there was always the potential of Shujin students finding themselves in trouble. She had no real ideas, but that didn’t stop her from wandering the streets of the darker parts of the city. Rumors would be enough to go on, if she heard any. Makoto kept to herself, at least until she noticed a girl around her own age. And she seemed to be watching her. Did she stand out, because of her own uniform? Still, they were close in age...

✕     Brynhildr walked up to where the sun chaser sat from behind her, and unfurled the deep purple scarf that she had been working on, draping it across Skoll’s lap. Since showing the scarf to Fenrir, Brynhildr had added a few sparkling stars to the scene, dotting the violet fabric where the great gilded wolf and the sun were not stitched to break up the color. 

“... This is for you, Skoll...”

“So if I’m Fenrir-onee-chan’s sister...and she’s Sköll-san’s parent...and this new girl is also becoming Sköll-san’s girlfriend..........”

Illya’s family was getting bigger and she didn’t even realize it.

The clock rang true to 6 in the evening when she finally returned home. Work was more busy than usual, for some reason! It's been that way since she got hired a few weeks back. Carrying dinner in as well as something else, she figured that Sköll would like something. At least she wasn't too far from home.

Anger — no — wrath boiled within his chaotic blood, anxiety and sorrow burrowing like thorns in his heart as he watched his granddaughter succumb to fatal injuries. How dare they harm her, his son’s child? He reemembered her face when they first met eachother, so young and innocent. Now she’s grown and beautiful, but near death in his arms. Is it truly a curse that he wields? Those related to him, the family he holds dear, are they destined to suffer or die because of the blood they share? He will make them suffer twice the amount of pain they’ve caused him and his family  — no — thousand times more. 

Yet despite Loke’s rage, he remained calm on the surface, looking at Skoll with kind eyes. His healing skills were not the best among the Gods, but he knew it would be enough to save her from bleeding out in his arms. She would survive, he knew she would. His free hand brushed away her red locks from her face, and he smiled softly at the sunchaser.

     “ Good girl. You’ll be up and running in no time, all right? “