#clxscdeyes / o8

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𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 since returning from the hollow and with its passage came a fount of wayside worries . he had bid luna rest , and kept silent vigil staunchly over her bedside as luna had recovered from her ordeal . thor's own thoughts swarmed in him , replaying all that he had witnessed . in truth , even now , he felt within himself an all - too - familiar churning . but the distraction of overseeing that the young lark ate something now that she had awoken from her slumber was a far more pressing matter . and so the warm soup at her side - table would suffice .

❝  eat , and recover your strength . ❞

@clxscdeyes / aftermath

[magnusmodig]

❝  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 fit to travel , i shall show you the accounts of my people's legends , ❞ thor said . ❝  though the spirit is not in every way similar , it draws great parallels to the TRUE MANGOG all the same — it is a perilous beast known well throughout the nine realms . one that feasts upon despair . ❞

some legends said his father DEFEATED IT . others , that he created it . but all spoke plainly of the mangog's wrath . for it was the combined fury of LEGION DEAD , and it preyed upon the rage and despair by which it had drawn its first breath . thor's thoughts drew him inward , and it was the glare of steel spoon would shake thor from them whole . with a wide blink ( and a comically jarred expression ) , thor stared . . . then , laughed ! a bright , boisterous thing that filled the whole room with the sound .

❝  spoken as a true daughter of midgard ! ❞ he chuckled even as he held his palm upright . ❝  but fear not , daughter of hong and of mathis . that you have overcome this trial is proof enough of your great courage . take its lesson to heart . that is all that any of us may ask of you . ❞

"Me too," She says in a whispered tone. "It makes me feel that I really am what you guys have been telling me." What her parents probably would have told her if they were still here and even in their afterlife. The messages that her true family had told her. To live on, to be strong, and that she was capable of so, so much more. "You guys really are my light and I wonder if the ghost feels that and it's now just...quiet. I feel I can't be touched by it anymore."

Scooping more stew into her spoon, instead of taking a bite, she's holding the spoon out for Thor. "I want to be there for you just as much as you were and are doing for me. Just the way you instilled hope in me, I want to do the same for you."

[magnusmodig]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐖 overhead , simply stirring the grass and leaves of seaside province's plaza . curious as winds ever were , the gusting gale tapped against her window pane before being hushed by its master .

❝  no . i WILL NOT ACCEPT apologies for dealings beyond your own making, ❞ thor replied quickly , for it was NECESSARY to remind her of such , in the same way he had always been quick to tide loki's own bellows of wind and waters in their youth . ❝  the mangog's doing was its own . and its heart does not belong to you . ❞ no matter often he must yet remind her of that , thor would do so in earnest .

❝  but i am not surprised it has ceased its prattle . ❞

"It's really good. Thank you for sharing your homeworld's cooking," She says as she takes in another bite. Being here, this was probably as close as she'd get to understanding what Asgard was like. Learning the language (for it wasn't just the ghost who had been interested), learning of its history, and through food...She wanted to know more.

How was she feeling though?

All this was a good distraction. Eating his food and readying herself to talk about Asgard and its people some more, would have been a wonderful distraction. It wasn't something she could hide behind. They'd have to talk about what happened and it was only in Thor's nature to ask his questions.

"I'm not sure," she answers truthfully. Her spoon is laid in the bowl of stew and her eyes lower to her hands. "A lot happened. I feel sorry for what I did---what the ghost did To you, to Mister Zhongli...Mister Badou, Sora....I feel awful for what happened. I can't hear it anymore. It's like its sleeping."

[magnusmodig]

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 to see that at least her appetite had not been wholly spoilt by the events of the day . he hummed a short note beneath his breath and nodded slight . then made to sit at the edge of her bed . the wood and spring coils creaked beneath his weight .

❝  it is a recipe the servants would oft make at our mother's behest . ❞ at least , in the extremely rare occasion when frigga could not spare the time herself , anyways . ❝  or . . . close to it . ❞ the scent alone brought back memories of childish forays and battles book - ended by softened carrots and venison broth .

❝  . . . how . . . are you feeling ? ❞

Luna had been extremely wiped. From the weeks-long ordeal that had been put on her body, the tears, the stress...It ALL had crashed down on her. Truthfully, she would have slept in much, MUCH longer if her body had allowed it. It didn't and so, therefore, she woke from her slumber. It was dark, but Luna didn't know what time it was.

The ghost was still silent and Luna, around her did not see her hauntings. There was no bloodied Joey asking to play, no decapitated Eliza asking to be read a story bloodied and crying Ingrid begging for her life, and no Robert to stare at her as he bled from his throat.

There were no hauntings of her parents in their car crash. None of them were in her room.

Thor had entered instead and he's placed a bowl of stew right by her table. She smells the delicious soup, but it isn't one she's familiar with. All she knows is that the moment that smell greeted her nose, her stomach sang a quiet song. She was hungry.

She turns her head to look at Thor.

She looks at him, but she doesn't say anything. There's SO much she wants to say, but she can't find the words to say them. the child picks up her spoon and little by little, she's starting off with a carrot, then another vegetable, and then a meat...

And then she takes bigger bites, she sniffles as she fights back tears only for them to spill anyway.

"I'm not crying because I'm sad...," she feels the NEED to tell him. "I'm crying because it's really good. Again."