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riverviewlogs2017-12-27 12:04 am
burntbridges) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-12-27 12:04 am
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[Closed] It's too late to say you're sorry, say you're sorry still...
who: Letha Regis (burntbridges ) and Ivar Ragnarsson (ragnarsson )
what: Baby mama drama. Magic baby mama drama.
when: A few days before Christmas.
where: Letha's house
warnings: Possible homicide attempts, lots of cruel insults, possibly some crude talk about killing babies. It's Letha and Ivar, what can you do.
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Yes, she knew he would find her eventually. Ivar was not stupid, and Letha was not a good liar. She had even been too sentimental not to return to their old house, which had barely changed since she left. She had spent a few hours after returning to Riverview, sitting on the fur rug by the empty fireplace and sobbing. She hadn't been able to stomach going near the bed until she was nearly dead on her feet. She'd nearly torn the place apart afterward in a frenzy, looking for her crow pin and failing to find it, and then gone into another frenzy cleaning the whole place until it looked exactly, pristinely like it had when she first arrived.
She hadn't even opened the door to Winter's room. She was too afraid to see it stripped barren and empty - just like her womb, just like her heart.
But Ivar would find her eventually, that much was inevitable. She was cleaning the floor when the knock finally came, and she had the distinct sense without even thinking about it that it couldn't be anyone else. She let him stay out there in the cold for a while, but she couldn't fight that part of her that fretted over him still, wanted to be sure he was warm and had a place to rest out of his chair and a mug of ale.
She takes a moment to grab her cloak and veil, and hastily hides her appearance before moving to unlock the door. She doesn't open it, though; she just returns to her cleaning, sure that he heard the noise and will enter on his own.
burntbridges ) and Ivar Ragnarsson (ragnarsson )what: Baby mama drama. Magic baby mama drama.
when: A few days before Christmas.
where: Letha's house
warnings: Possible homicide attempts, lots of cruel insults, possibly some crude talk about killing babies. It's Letha and Ivar, what can you do.
--
Yes, she knew he would find her eventually. Ivar was not stupid, and Letha was not a good liar. She had even been too sentimental not to return to their old house, which had barely changed since she left. She had spent a few hours after returning to Riverview, sitting on the fur rug by the empty fireplace and sobbing. She hadn't been able to stomach going near the bed until she was nearly dead on her feet. She'd nearly torn the place apart afterward in a frenzy, looking for her crow pin and failing to find it, and then gone into another frenzy cleaning the whole place until it looked exactly, pristinely like it had when she first arrived.
She hadn't even opened the door to Winter's room. She was too afraid to see it stripped barren and empty - just like her womb, just like her heart.
But Ivar would find her eventually, that much was inevitable. She was cleaning the floor when the knock finally came, and she had the distinct sense without even thinking about it that it couldn't be anyone else. She let him stay out there in the cold for a while, but she couldn't fight that part of her that fretted over him still, wanted to be sure he was warm and had a place to rest out of his chair and a mug of ale.
She takes a moment to grab her cloak and veil, and hastily hides her appearance before moving to unlock the door. She doesn't open it, though; she just returns to her cleaning, sure that he heard the noise and will enter on his own.
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"It's... good, that she gets to live in a big house." Her voice is reserved; she had chosen a humble house like this to try and escape what her family expected her, a small rebellion. It was odd to know that Winter was living a life more appropriate for a Regis child. "My brothers and I... our house was three times the size of this one, and it was still a bit crowded."
She almost asks if the mansion has an elevator (she'd missed them), but... thinks better of it after a while, and just walks back over to Ivar, wringing her hands nervously.
"Ivar, before we go to see her, I need to ask you. I need to know if... it would be alright to touch you. I don't expect much, just- a hug. I'm now sure it hasn't been so long for everyone else, but it's been ten months since I last saw you, and- it would just be very nice to make sure that you're real and I'm not dreaming all of this again."
Again. It's been a near-daily fear, to wake up and realize she was still in Varberg.
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Ivar seems to close off for a long moment when Letha asks if she can touch him. It hurt when she left and it is still hurting after she has come back now. Ivar doesn't know how he's ever going to be able to get over her. He should refuse, make a sarcastic comment that they've already spend enough time with him pinning her to the ground.
But he doesn't.
Instead, he gives a stiff, short nod. "Come over here then." She still smells the same, even after all these months later.
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He still smells the same, and he's still just as rigid and uncomfortable. She had missed her family, she had missed her husband, she had missed the crowing of her pin, but she had missed this smell and this awkward hug more than anything in the world. More than anything she could fathom in any world. She could nearly cry again.
"I'm going to earn you back." She vows quietly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before leaning back with possibly the first truly grateful expression she's ever given him.