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sixthiterationlogs2017-01-04 11:32 am
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-01-04 11:32 am
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I've been thinking to much...
WHO: Thorfinn Thorsson
WHERE: Around the Village, and the roof of the Blacksmith
WHEN: January 4th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Mentions of Depression and deliousions.
STATUS: Open
A: Around the village
The day started like any other for Thorfinn, screaming nightmares and jolting awake. He had hung around the house making sure to get the fire going extra hot between dosing on the couch. The furnace was fixed but he preferred the fire place. Once again he had been pulling back from people, becoming more quiet keeping to himself. As more people came the less he felt he needed to go and try to be out going. There was plenty of people to keep other's company and he was just blue despite how beautiful their prison was covered in blankets of pure white.
When he finally pushed himself up and got dressed properly to head out he didn't bother braiding his hair. He hadn't been braiding it much since the gift's arrived. Just a old feeling he thought he was past had worked its way back into him, the guilt and the endless tired that overtook him before he met Einar was returning. All he wanted to do of late was sleep. Sleep was never easy, sleep brought bad dreams. He felt like he wasn't really living his own life, so much of the time these days. Like he was watching someone else live his life while he floated above.
He pulled one of his new cloaks on, with the half hood that Sansa had gifted him, knives in place he set out to go to the blacksmith, his head hung a bit as he moved through the snow towards the building, the wind nipping at his skin made it a little more miserable, but he didn't mind it, he didn't feel it like he was sure he should. The cold never really bothered him that much.
What did was the fact he could see something moving out of the corner of his eye. He kept his head down and moved quicker down the street a brisk walk but not watching where he was going, trying to not see what he knew he saw.
B: The Blacksmith late night
Thorfinn had not returned home that day, having wandered around a bit, before eventually going to the Blacksmith as he had intended, smelting the bogiron he figured the other's would do. He had more or less given up on the project the deeper they got into winter, but it was still his favorite place to go when he wanted to get away from the noise of people. It was only after the sunset and everything got quiet that he found a way to pull himself on the roof the way he used to when he lived with Jo at the Waverly back when it was just to hot for him to deal with the building. His reasoning had nothing to do with heat. His new found powers seemed to help with that.
No. it was the lights in the sky that made him lay back across the roof watching the colors dance across the sky. He was utterly homesick and the lights made it so much worse. His mind drifting back.
'Father, Mr. Leif said we ran away here'
'That is what is said.'
'So if someone wants to run from here… where do they go?'
The look on his father's face that night had stuck with him, while the family buried a dead slave they had saved under the aurora. He missed his father, he hated that it took him so long to get what the man had been trying to teach him.
WHERE: Around the Village, and the roof of the Blacksmith
WHEN: January 4th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Mentions of Depression and deliousions.
STATUS: Open
A: Around the village
The day started like any other for Thorfinn, screaming nightmares and jolting awake. He had hung around the house making sure to get the fire going extra hot between dosing on the couch. The furnace was fixed but he preferred the fire place. Once again he had been pulling back from people, becoming more quiet keeping to himself. As more people came the less he felt he needed to go and try to be out going. There was plenty of people to keep other's company and he was just blue despite how beautiful their prison was covered in blankets of pure white.
When he finally pushed himself up and got dressed properly to head out he didn't bother braiding his hair. He hadn't been braiding it much since the gift's arrived. Just a old feeling he thought he was past had worked its way back into him, the guilt and the endless tired that overtook him before he met Einar was returning. All he wanted to do of late was sleep. Sleep was never easy, sleep brought bad dreams. He felt like he wasn't really living his own life, so much of the time these days. Like he was watching someone else live his life while he floated above.
He pulled one of his new cloaks on, with the half hood that Sansa had gifted him, knives in place he set out to go to the blacksmith, his head hung a bit as he moved through the snow towards the building, the wind nipping at his skin made it a little more miserable, but he didn't mind it, he didn't feel it like he was sure he should. The cold never really bothered him that much.
What did was the fact he could see something moving out of the corner of his eye. He kept his head down and moved quicker down the street a brisk walk but not watching where he was going, trying to not see what he knew he saw.
B: The Blacksmith late night
Thorfinn had not returned home that day, having wandered around a bit, before eventually going to the Blacksmith as he had intended, smelting the bogiron he figured the other's would do. He had more or less given up on the project the deeper they got into winter, but it was still his favorite place to go when he wanted to get away from the noise of people. It was only after the sunset and everything got quiet that he found a way to pull himself on the roof the way he used to when he lived with Jo at the Waverly back when it was just to hot for him to deal with the building. His reasoning had nothing to do with heat. His new found powers seemed to help with that.
No. it was the lights in the sky that made him lay back across the roof watching the colors dance across the sky. He was utterly homesick and the lights made it so much worse. His mind drifting back.
'Father, Mr. Leif said we ran away here'
'That is what is said.'
'So if someone wants to run from here… where do they go?'
The look on his father's face that night had stuck with him, while the family buried a dead slave they had saved under the aurora. He missed his father, he hated that it took him so long to get what the man had been trying to teach him.
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"I am sorry, are you okay, ma'am?"
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Biting back a swear word, she started to nod as she looked at the man across from her. "I think so. You?"