“You really know how to cook Mr. Asano!” They shove the entire thing in their mouth at once, hardly even stopping to chew
“That I will give you Asano.” Fenrir says as he eats the food
Jason smiles "Thank you both, that is something I pride myself in. I had to hide out as a cook for a while, allowed me to perfect the craft as it were."
“Why were you hiding as a cook Mr. Asano?”
"Because I was being hunted down by creatures beyond gods." He says casually "Nothing major."
“Wow. Why?”
“Because-“ Shade interrupts “Because Mr. Asano chooses to taunt them and proceed to stop their plans any chance he gets.”
Fenrir looks up from his napping position “Hiding something are we? Interesting.”
Lyn looks shocked “Is that true Mr. Shade?”
Shade nods “Entirely true, Mr. Asano, I apologize for interrupting, but you would have phased it in a way that wouldn’t sound like you taunt beings that could obliterate you with a thought if they had the chance.”
“I’d speak the truth Asano. Don’t want to lie to Lyngvi would you?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“You really know how to cook Mr. Asano!” They shove the entire thing in their mouth at once, hardly even stopping to chew
“That I will give you Asano.” Fenrir says as he eats the food
Jason smiles "Thank you both, that is something I pride myself in. I had to hide out as a cook for a while, allowed me to perfect the craft as it were."
“Why were you hiding as a cook Mr. Asano?”
"Because I was being hunted down by creatures beyond gods." He says casually "Nothing major."
“Wow. Why?”
“Because-“ Shade interrupts “Because Mr. Asano chooses to taunt them and proceed to stop their plans any chance he gets.”
Fenrir looks up from his napping position “Hiding something are we? Interesting.”
Lyn looks shocked “Is that true Mr. Shade?”
Shade nods “Entirely true, Mr. Asano, I apologize for interrupting, but you would have phased it in a way that wouldn’t sound like you taunt beings that could obliterate you with a thought if they had the chance.”
“I’d speak the truth Asano. Don’t want to lie to Lyngvi would you?”
Jason sighs “Yeah, I spend my days spiting divine beings. It’s what I do.” He shrugs “It’s nothing special.”
“You really know how to cook Mr. Asano!” They shove the entire thing in their mouth at once, hardly even stopping to chew
“That I will give you Asano.” Fenrir says as he eats the food
Jason smiles "Thank you both, that is something I pride myself in. I had to hide out as a cook for a while, allowed me to perfect the craft as it were."
“Why were you hiding as a cook Mr. Asano?”
"Because I was being hunted down by creatures beyond gods." He says casually "Nothing major."
“Wow. Why?”
“Because-“ Shade interrupts “Because Mr. Asano chooses to taunt them and proceed to stop their plans any chance he gets.”
Fenrir looks up from his napping position “Hiding something are we? Interesting.”
Lyn looks shocked “Is that true Mr. Shade?”
Shade nods “Entirely true, Mr. Asano, I apologize for interrupting, but you would have phased it in a way that wouldn’t sound like you taunt beings that could obliterate you with a thought if they had the chance.”
“I’d speak the truth Asano. Don’t want to lie to Lyngvi would you?”
Jason sighs “Yeah, I spend my days spiting divine beings. It’s what I do.” He shrugs “It’s nothing special.”
Fenrir smiles once more “So you hate gods don’t you? I do too!”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“Sadly I won’t be able to finish the job before I die, but at least a child of mine will slay him.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“Sadly I won’t be able to finish the job before I die, but at least a child of mine will slay him.”
“You know, when you aren’t being a murderous maniac you aren’t terrible company.” He says, sitting down in a nearby bench.
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“Sadly I won’t be able to finish the job before I die, but at least a child of mine will slay him.”
“You know, when you aren’t being a murderous maniac you aren’t terrible company.” He says, sitting down in a nearby bench.
“Why thank you. I’ll make sure to remember these times while I tear your jugular out.” He smiles again
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“Sadly I won’t be able to finish the job before I die, but at least a child of mine will slay him.”
“You know, when you aren’t being a murderous maniac you aren’t terrible company.” He says, sitting down in a nearby bench.
“Why thank you. I’ll make sure to remember these times while I tear your jugular out.” He smiles again
“As will I when I come back from the dead to kill you.” He says with a chuckle, “It’s kinda my thing after all.”
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“Sadly I won’t be able to finish the job before I die, but at least a child of mine will slay him.”
“You know, when you aren’t being a murderous maniac you aren’t terrible company.” He says, sitting down in a nearby bench.
“Why thank you. I’ll make sure to remember these times while I tear your jugular out.” He smiles again
“As will I when I come back from the dead to kill you.” He says with a chuckle, “It’s kinda my thing after all.”
“Too bad you won’t be able to.”
Lyn’s eyes dart between the two, both curious and terrified
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“Sadly I won’t be able to finish the job before I die, but at least a child of mine will slay him.”
“You know, when you aren’t being a murderous maniac you aren’t terrible company.” He says, sitting down in a nearby bench.
“Why thank you. I’ll make sure to remember these times while I tear your jugular out.” He smiles again
“As will I when I come back from the dead to kill you.” He says with a chuckle, “It’s kinda my thing after all.”
“Too bad you won’t be able to.”
Lyn’s eyes dart between the two, both curious and terrified
“I wouldn’t bet on that, considering how many dead people said that before.” He leans back, beginning to drink a tropic drink.
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“Sadly I won’t be able to finish the job before I die, but at least a child of mine will slay him.”
“You know, when you aren’t being a murderous maniac you aren’t terrible company.” He says, sitting down in a nearby bench.
“Why thank you. I’ll make sure to remember these times while I tear your jugular out.” He smiles again
“As will I when I come back from the dead to kill you.” He says with a chuckle, “It’s kinda my thing after all.”
“Too bad you won’t be able to.”
Lyn’s eyes dart between the two, both curious and terrified
“I wouldn’t bet on that, considering how many dead people said that before.” He leans back, beginning to drink a tropic drink.
“Oh it’s not an empty boast.1. Everything that happens to me also happens to Lyngvi and 2. I can’t die for good until Ragnarök.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“Sadly I won’t be able to finish the job before I die, but at least a child of mine will slay him.”
“You know, when you aren’t being a murderous maniac you aren’t terrible company.” He says, sitting down in a nearby bench.
“Why thank you. I’ll make sure to remember these times while I tear your jugular out.” He smiles again
“As will I when I come back from the dead to kill you.” He says with a chuckle, “It’s kinda my thing after all.”
“Too bad you won’t be able to.”
Lyn’s eyes dart between the two, both curious and terrified
“I wouldn’t bet on that, considering how many dead people said that before.” He leans back, beginning to drink a tropic drink.
“Oh it’s not an empty boast.1. Everything that happens to me also happens to Lyngvi and 2. I can’t die for good until Ragnarök.”
“Oh I believe you, most people make empty claims, that doesn’t sound like one. Either way I can wait.”
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“Sadly I won’t be able to finish the job before I die, but at least a child of mine will slay him.”
“You know, when you aren’t being a murderous maniac you aren’t terrible company.” He says, sitting down in a nearby bench.
“Why thank you. I’ll make sure to remember these times while I tear your jugular out.” He smiles again
“As will I when I come back from the dead to kill you.” He says with a chuckle, “It’s kinda my thing after all.”
“Too bad you won’t be able to.”
Lyn’s eyes dart between the two, both curious and terrified
“I wouldn’t bet on that, considering how many dead people said that before.” He leans back, beginning to drink a tropic drink.
“Oh it’s not an empty boast.1. Everything that happens to me also happens to Lyngvi and 2. I can’t die for good until Ragnarök.”
“Oh I believe you, most people make empty claims, that doesn’t sound like one. Either way I can wait.”
“Amusing.” Fenrir gets up again and starts pacing “I wonder how long it’ll take for you to abandon Lyngvi, just like all the others.” Fenrir gets right in Jason’s face “Riddle me this Jason: do you really care about Lyngvi? Going to all these lengths makes me wonder if you do this out of the goodness of your pitch black heart, or if you have some other motive.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“Sadly I won’t be able to finish the job before I die, but at least a child of mine will slay him.”
“You know, when you aren’t being a murderous maniac you aren’t terrible company.” He says, sitting down in a nearby bench.
“Why thank you. I’ll make sure to remember these times while I tear your jugular out.” He smiles again
“As will I when I come back from the dead to kill you.” He says with a chuckle, “It’s kinda my thing after all.”
“Too bad you won’t be able to.”
Lyn’s eyes dart between the two, both curious and terrified
“I wouldn’t bet on that, considering how many dead people said that before.” He leans back, beginning to drink a tropic drink.
“Oh it’s not an empty boast.1. Everything that happens to me also happens to Lyngvi and 2. I can’t die for good until Ragnarök.”
“Oh I believe you, most people make empty claims, that doesn’t sound like one. Either way I can wait.”
“Amusing.” Fenrir gets up again and starts pacing “I wonder how long it’ll take for you to abandon Lyngvi, just like all the others.” Fenrir gets right in Jason’s face “Riddle me this Jason: do you really care about Lyngvi? Going to all these lengths makes me wonder if you do this out of the goodness of your pitch black heart, or if you have some other motive.”
“Maybe I do have some goal, if I do, then I don’t know what it might be. Before today I didn’t know who this kid was, maybe I just feel like stringing him along to something in the future, but tell me, do I seem like the type who couldn’t get what I want on my own?”
“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“Sadly I won’t be able to finish the job before I die, but at least a child of mine will slay him.”
“You know, when you aren’t being a murderous maniac you aren’t terrible company.” He says, sitting down in a nearby bench.
“Why thank you. I’ll make sure to remember these times while I tear your jugular out.” He smiles again
“As will I when I come back from the dead to kill you.” He says with a chuckle, “It’s kinda my thing after all.”
“Too bad you won’t be able to.”
Lyn’s eyes dart between the two, both curious and terrified
“I wouldn’t bet on that, considering how many dead people said that before.” He leans back, beginning to drink a tropic drink.
“Oh it’s not an empty boast.1. Everything that happens to me also happens to Lyngvi and 2. I can’t die for good until Ragnarök.”
“Oh I believe you, most people make empty claims, that doesn’t sound like one. Either way I can wait.”
“Amusing.” Fenrir gets up again and starts pacing “I wonder how long it’ll take for you to abandon Lyngvi, just like all the others.” Fenrir gets right in Jason’s face “Riddle me this Jason: do you really care about Lyngvi? Going to all these lengths makes me wonder if you do this out of the goodness of your pitch black heart, or if you have some other motive.”
“Maybe I do have some goal, if I do, then I don’t know what it might be. Before today I didn’t know who this kid was, maybe I just feel like stringing him along to something in the future, but tell me, do I seem like the type who couldn’t get what I want on my own?”
Fenrir growls “How noble of you. It makes me sick to my very stomach.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He laughs “I’m happy I made you sick, I imagine few can claim the same that still live.” He begins to walk through his garden, gesturing for Lyn to follow.
He laughs “I’m happy I made you sick, I imagine few can claim the same that still live.” He begins to walk through his garden, gesturing for Lyn to follow.
Lyn gets up and follows as Fenrir curls back up, taking another nap
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He laughs “I’m happy I made you sick, I imagine few can claim the same that still live.” He begins to walk through his garden, gesturing for Lyn to follow.
Lyn gets up and follows as Fenrir curls back up, taking another nap
The garden is beautiful, the three sectors, each sector like the familiars he has, one blood red, one dark as shadows, one like space.
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“I’d speak the truth Asano. Don’t want to lie to Lyngvi would you?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Jason sighs “Yeah, I spend my days spiting divine beings. It’s what I do.” He shrugs “It’s nothing special.”
Fenrir smiles once more “So you hate gods don’t you? I do too!”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
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“More that gods hate me, well actually a few of them love me. Like Dominion. The Phoenix is indifferent about me, the Builder hates me with a passion, and the Reaper doesn’t want to keep bringing me back to life.”
“Quite interesting. I wonder what you did to anger them. I personally bit off Tyr’s hand.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“The Builder tried to take over my soul, but I beat him out. I keep dying and the Reaper doesn’t like that the world needs me back to save it. Stuff like that, Tyr has another hand, he shouldn’t be so worried.”
“Sadly I won’t be able to finish the job before I die, but at least a child of mine will slay him.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“You know, when you aren’t being a murderous maniac you aren’t terrible company.” He says, sitting down in a nearby bench.
“Why thank you. I’ll make sure to remember these times while I tear your jugular out.” He smiles again
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“As will I when I come back from the dead to kill you.” He says with a chuckle, “It’s kinda my thing after all.”
“Too bad you won’t be able to.”
Lyn’s eyes dart between the two, both curious and terrified
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“I wouldn’t bet on that, considering how many dead people said that before.” He leans back, beginning to drink a tropic drink.
“Oh it’s not an empty boast.1. Everything that happens to me also happens to Lyngvi and 2. I can’t die for good until Ragnarök.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Oh I believe you, most people make empty claims, that doesn’t sound like one. Either way I can wait.”
“Amusing.” Fenrir gets up again and starts pacing “I wonder how long it’ll take for you to abandon Lyngvi, just like all the others.” Fenrir gets right in Jason’s face “Riddle me this Jason: do you really care about Lyngvi? Going to all these lengths makes me wonder if you do this out of the goodness of your pitch black heart, or if you have some other motive.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Maybe I do have some goal, if I do, then I don’t know what it might be. Before today I didn’t know who this kid was, maybe I just feel like stringing him along to something in the future, but tell me, do I seem like the type who couldn’t get what I want on my own?”
Fenrir growls “How noble of you. It makes me sick to my very stomach.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Cut*
He laughs “I’m happy I made you sick, I imagine few can claim the same that still live.” He begins to walk through his garden, gesturing for Lyn to follow.
Lyn gets up and follows as Fenrir curls back up, taking another nap
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
The garden is beautiful, the three sectors, each sector like the familiars he has, one blood red, one dark as shadows, one like space.