#sorta oc

She comes from an island tribe that worshipped a volcano, so she was expected to come to terms with fire magic, but at a young age nearly drowned, and ever since she's been absolutely enamored with water

She likes gardening and food

She's only beside Gunmar as a general so she can help the soldiers, a lotta suffering went on before she came to ranks

He told himself, and he told Roman, he told all of us that he was running to something. That he was running to opportunity, to freedom. To find a place where he could be himself and where no-one would ever know him as the more caustic, more abrasive, more promiscuous, Prince twin.

The Kid and I both knew the truth.

The problem with running away, with trying to run from your pain, is that you just take it with you.

But he was doing alright. The Kid had dark spells, sure. But he'd reach out, he'd call, and we'd talk. And though he was half a world away, it sounded like he was slowly healing. He had friends, success, an astounding creative outlet. He'd built a life.

And then Remus' next game was released.

Pete told me he played through Inside multiple times. After hours and hours of playing—and more than a little research on various chatboards— he'd solved not only the "standard" ending, but also the alternative ending. When he finished, he called me. "Auntie, when's the last time talked to Remus?"

I shook my head, thinking it through. "Um… probably a month or so. He's been doing a little better. I haven't had a late night call from him for a long while."

"Auntie… this game… this is a… I think you should call him."

"Pete, it can't be that bad… he works with a whole team… if there were red flags in the game, someone would've noticed. I mean…" My excuses sound hollow even to my own ears. "Okay, tell me about the game…"

As I listened to the phone click over to voicemail for the third time that night, I checked my math again, checking what time it was in Copenhagen. We were in the middle of Daylight Savings Time, so add nine hours… It should be 11 AM in Copenhagen. The Kid should be awake by now. But he wasn't answering phone calls or text messages.

I scrolled through my contacts, shaking my head. Shit, the Kid's gonna be pissed but I'd rather him not talking to me because he's angry and alive than not talking to me because he's dead.

He picked up on the third ring, a cacophony of voices poured over the line. "Hey, Dino, listen, when's the last time you saw Remus?"

"Arizona! It's wonderful to hear from you! Um, Remus?" There was a fumbling sound as he covered the mouthpiece and spoke to someone on the other end. When he returned to the call, the background racket had lessened. "It's been… maybe two weeks? He's on an extended vacation. You know, recharging. He pushed hard, harder than anybody, to get the game over the finish line. He even helped QA. I swear he slept under his desk some nights."

"And he hasn't checked in or…" I shook my head but the cold rock in the pit of my stomach grew.

Dino laughed, "He's on vacation. I told him we had everything under control here. It's all in marketing's hands right now, but sales are through the roof!”

I let silence fill the line. All I could see was that scared, gangly kid standing outside the Bartell's. The almost relief when I asked him inside the shop.