MÁNI
all my friends are heathens
If home was where the heart was, then his home was Rannveig. Lands were a place to shelter, but they were no true home. They provided food, water, a place to lay your head, much like any other land would. Home had a special sort of feeling, one that Máni likened to a warm bubble in his breast that radiated heat outward. It was a pleasant hum in his veins that flickered to life whenever Rannveig was in sight, touching against him.
A violet gaze fell upon mortar and brick, unaware of a presence until he was being touched. Without startling, his ear twitched and he turned his head in the silence, flicking an ear. He only moved his head, ducking it a bare bit to press his muzzle to her cheek, a touch of velvet soft flesh to a dark expanse.
Máni had no words to offer, at least at the moment, but that didn't matter. They didn't need words or soppy confessions, only soft touches here and there, the silence between them, and one another. Valkyr, of course, was another source of happiness between the two of them, but their bond ran deeper than that of familial.
The proud man of the north smiled against his beloved, drawing his head back to blink smoky eyes at the place they had once called a home, and likely would again. "Welcome home, to the both of us." He finally spoke, his voice a rolling baritone of sound as he looked upon the structure. Home. They needed nothing else but one another and their child, and what they had between them all. Their family. Yet, Dusk was welcoming and brought them back in to its fold, drawing them to its heart once more.
A violet gaze fell upon mortar and brick, unaware of a presence until he was being touched. Without startling, his ear twitched and he turned his head in the silence, flicking an ear. He only moved his head, ducking it a bare bit to press his muzzle to her cheek, a touch of velvet soft flesh to a dark expanse.
Máni had no words to offer, at least at the moment, but that didn't matter. They didn't need words or soppy confessions, only soft touches here and there, the silence between them, and one another. Valkyr, of course, was another source of happiness between the two of them, but their bond ran deeper than that of familial.
The proud man of the north smiled against his beloved, drawing his head back to blink smoky eyes at the place they had once called a home, and likely would again. "Welcome home, to the both of us." He finally spoke, his voice a rolling baritone of sound as he looked upon the structure. Home. They needed nothing else but one another and their child, and what they had between them all. Their family. Yet, Dusk was welcoming and brought them back in to its fold, drawing them to its heart once more.
@Rannveig || !!!! SCREAMIN
