#whiskahs

A  RARE  MOMENT  OF  PEACE   :       the  sun  is  welcomed  into  their  whispered  embrace,   a  kind  spread  of  heat  on  wren’s  eternal  winter      [      the  trees  have  not  grown  into  wren’s  heart  for  quite  some  time       ---       what  roots  can  be  birthed  into  a  running  doe?      ].     a  necklace  attached  around  her  neck,    the  vague  flash  of  skin  revealed  as  wren  stretches  upwards         ---       you  cloak  your  skin  for  long  enough  and  you  fade  away  from  personhood       (       what  lays  beneath  this  shirt  and  will   i ever  get  to  see  it  myself?       ).       ‘       oh,   that  one?       ‘        her  voice  is  water  -  thin,   an  excuse  tangling  upon  her  tongue       ---       the  skin  is  jagged  and  uneven,     a  rip  of  skin,     a  rupture  of  her  body.       ‘       i  fell  when  i  was  a  kid.    into  some  roses.    and  they        [       ...       ]       well,    you  know  how  it  goes.       ‘       she  latches  the  necklace,    smooths  her  hands  across  her  shirt  to  cover  the  flash  of  her  body.

❝      MAYBE .      ❞     SHIRT  TURNED  OVER  IN  HANDS ,  AS  IF  HE'S  HANDLING  A  PRECIOUS  ARTEFACT ,      and it's difficult to formulate the words to explain forthcoming events ,  Ragnarøkr .   he may be stronger ,  but it isn't about strength   -----------   not anymore ,  and it's strange to think outside his comforts ,  his qualities ,  the factors that make Thor ,  Thor .    pulls on his shirt ,  and flops back onto the bed ,  facing Selina ,  eager to bridge the gap between their understandings ,  dilute thousands of years of lore and experience .

❝      the problem is that I can't stop things from happening through sheer strength alone   . . .   in fact ,  I don't think I have any power to prevent Ragnarøkr from taking place .        and ,  I hate to admit it ,  but that’s what scares me the most .     being helpless as my realm falls .      ❞

Selina:

LOST  NATURE  OF  A  GOD  IN  SEVERAL  PLACES  AT  ONCE ,  AT  LEAST  MENTALLY   :    CONNECTED  TO  STORMS  ACROSS  SEAS ,     drawing strength from his people ,  the presence of Heimdallr and Odin in his periphery ,  the burdens of being a protector ,  a god ,  a king ,  a hero .    it’s enough to drown a regular man   . . .   and he ,  proven on many an occasion ,  isn’t a normal man .

he doesn’t intend to spend his weekend mulling ,  not when time they have together is so rare ,  these days  :   caught up in battles ,  in politics ,  in trivial conflicts of schedule .    and Selina pulls him out of ravines of thought ,  by the way she runs her hands through his long hair ,  or cups his face ,  pressing a kiss to his forehead .

lips brush ,  feather light ,  against the demigod’s temple and he turns his head ,  catching them in a deeper kiss ,  eyes closing as Thor returns ,  a single being in a single space .     titles left behind ,  priorities momentarily forgotten .    he’s grounded ,  with her ,  and pulls her closer still ,  their noses bumping playfully ,  eliciting small smiles .

❝      I  ALWAYS  SEEM  TO  LOSE ,  EITHER  WAY .      ❞     turns to face her ,  reluctant smile  :   always ready to play another one of her games    (   or ,  in all likelihood ,  fall for another one of her tricks   ) .    finger curls absent - mindedly around locks of Selina's hair ,  and he tries to think logically towards an answer that ,  really ,  is based purely on chance .      ❝      okay ,  tails .      ❞