WHO: Thor, Loki, and open WHAT: Funeral proceedings WHEN: Backdated to shortly after returning to Kirkwall WHERE: House Asgard, Wounded Coast NOTES: Grief and loss
He accepts the bottle, intending to take a drink. Then her words hit just the right note that Thor swallows hard and tightens his jaw in an attempt to show nothing. Everything is acceptable here except showing said sorrow or grief.
After several slow breaths, Thor sips from the bottle and holds it back out. She's not looking at him. That small mercy does not go unnoticed; she likely does not know many of their ways at all yet, but that tears are a weakness seems to be universal. When he speaks his voice is rough.
"The things that are the most precious are the most fleeting, it seems. Perhaps that is why there is always war and hostility. We can only see what is lost to us." The Imperium saw their lost lands and lives, the South saw lost lives, the Dalish saw lost history... and if Corypheus was who the South said he was, he saw the loss of the Golden City and potential power.
"And we know that its like will not return." But that does not stop the pain of it. Corypheus has taken something from Thor, and there is no way to inflict a matching hurt on the creature.
The roughness of his voice means she will continue to watch the sea, rather than bear witness to what ought remain private. Sharing that manner of raw honesty with Loki had been difficult enough for the both of them, and they were lovers. Had been in private. Had still fumbled awkwardly with it. Whatever tears Thor sheds will remain his own.
"You are right," she says, "We remember the wounds we have taken far more than the wounds we have not. But such a thing is not too strange." And is is everywhere and always. After a moment, she speaks quietly.
"Whatever such things have passed between our countries, I do not suffer any to speak ill of the two of you in my presence. You have lost as much, have as much to lose, have as much desire to wreak vengeance and end his threat as whoever it is who opens their mouth. It is little, perhaps, but... do not count yourself entirely friendless."
One magister, himself, Loki, Benedict, some slaves-posing-as-servants, Resa, and Lexie. That is... Well. It is certainly more than nothing. There are a few others who might be more friendly than neutral as well, Gwenaelle, Galadriel, the necromancer who escaped Minrathous with them, he cannot count everyone out.
"Thank you." His voice is grave and back under control. "Being in hostile lands was easy, before. Now... We will teach them that the Imperium is not weak, despite how it looks, and that this is only temporary. Corypheus has sealed his fate with this attack."
Now his country is weakened. His house is hurting. He does not feel the strength that he's carried with him previously; the sense of conviction that they are right is feeling a little threadbare. But he is Thor of House Asgard, and he will find his strength again even in these cold lands.
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After several slow breaths, Thor sips from the bottle and holds it back out. She's not looking at him. That small mercy does not go unnoticed; she likely does not know many of their ways at all yet, but that tears are a weakness seems to be universal. When he speaks his voice is rough.
"The things that are the most precious are the most fleeting, it seems. Perhaps that is why there is always war and hostility. We can only see what is lost to us." The Imperium saw their lost lands and lives, the South saw lost lives, the Dalish saw lost history... and if Corypheus was who the South said he was, he saw the loss of the Golden City and potential power.
"And we know that its like will not return." But that does not stop the pain of it. Corypheus has taken something from Thor, and there is no way to inflict a matching hurt on the creature.
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"You are right," she says, "We remember the wounds we have taken far more than the wounds we have not. But such a thing is not too strange." And is is everywhere and always. After a moment, she speaks quietly.
"Whatever such things have passed between our countries, I do not suffer any to speak ill of the two of you in my presence. You have lost as much, have as much to lose, have as much desire to wreak vengeance and end his threat as whoever it is who opens their mouth. It is little, perhaps, but... do not count yourself entirely friendless."
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"Thank you." His voice is grave and back under control. "Being in hostile lands was easy, before. Now... We will teach them that the Imperium is not weak, despite how it looks, and that this is only temporary. Corypheus has sealed his fate with this attack."
Now his country is weakened. His house is hurting. He does not feel the strength that he's carried with him previously; the sense of conviction that they are right is feeling a little threadbare. But he is Thor of House Asgard, and he will find his strength again even in these cold lands.