(the sound of her slave name burns in her ears, makes her turn sharply at the waist. the war boy is standing in the middle of the field and looking about himself.
angharad's arms drop to her midriff, hands wrapping around her stomach instinctively. he looks lost to be here, as much as she is confused to see him. the war boy, so intent on journeying to valhalla. how is he at her green place?
she looks at him for a long moment before she speaks.)
I pushed you off the rig, (she recalls, shoulders jerking backwards as she draws herself up straight. he is so thin and spindly, like a spider. she has thrown him from her safe space before, and she won't hesitate to do so again.)
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Date: 2015-06-15 03:00 am (UTC)angharad's arms drop to her midriff, hands wrapping around her stomach instinctively. he looks lost to be here, as much as she is confused to see him. the war boy, so intent on journeying to valhalla. how is he at her green place?
she looks at him for a long moment before she speaks.)
I pushed you off the rig, (she recalls, shoulders jerking backwards as she draws herself up straight. he is so thin and spindly, like a spider. she has thrown him from her safe space before, and she won't hesitate to do so again.)
Why are you here?