#viictorem

My muse will react to your muse stripping in front them.

“Baby, will you move for me like that again?” He halfshouted to the vixen that was gyrating her hips in front of him. Fandral heldout a twenty to coax her to this side of the stage where he had every intentionof keeping her. The club was only half as full as it later would be that night;he immediately had come from work.

He had made another trinket of sorts, a locket of gold with a pale gold chain. On it, contained a runic initial, a thickly engraved “S”. Inside it were placed small moving images of Vanaheim and Nedavellir, a memento to the the two lands. Though he had made a few others, some with other initials, he planned to deliver each one himself. He had spent far to much time away from the recipients to pass up such an offer.

He would be taking a hit, however, on work orders. Warriors need their swords and their shields, their axes and their staves. But, even if just for this instant, family mattered more.

He heard the jingle of the knob which signaled Sigyn had come home from work right at the expected time. Fandral would know since he had spent going on four months without employment. It was not all bad because that bad streak would end now; he had to celebrate in some way.

“Shh.” The blonde shushed the little furball mewling in the towels he had made as a bed in an old cardboard box. He had yet to purchase all the little items that must go with having a puppy; not even a dog bowl. In fact, the pup did not have a name for he was waiting for Sigyn to come home and name him.

Fandral then rushed to the living room couch where he hopped over one end to slam himself in a sitting position and scrambled to grab the book beside the couch in a poorly executed act to fool her. In fact, the man could hardly read without the black framed reading glasses, but they were not within reaching distance.