borgdan

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀﹒ ✶ ⎯⎯           @orfays. 
            
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             ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀  ‘have a seat. the preparations have been made. before we begin our selection, is there anything i can get you two?’ 
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ “ale, maybe.”      sverrir commented under his breath, his attention still fixed upon miri.       “let me have a moment. i will let you know once we’re ready.”   he added, guiding miri toward the longer stretch of the aisle, where the bustle of the shop faded into a quieter corner.
            
            ⠀⠀    ⠀ “pick your favourites. gowns or gold. whatever you please.”      his voice softened, though his expression remained guarded. he glanced toward the rows of fabric and jewellery arranged for their choosing, then back at her. he knew gifts could not mend what he had already done, but it was all he had the courage to offer her in that moment.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀﹒ ✶ ⎯⎯           @orfays. 
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ (i. ⠀⠀)  ⠀
             ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ DREAD,  TWAS  A  FUME  OF  AGONY.  ONE,  THAT  COULD  NOT  BE  IGNORED.         he knew from the moment he’d stepped forth through the portal that a day as this would come tumbling upon his doorstep, and as much of a stranger as he’d been to o’hackney, sverrir had grown to accept its people, along with the olden town, which was not altogether different to him.           though, he was a king of his past, and knew the ways of many trades, what coursed through his blood could not be stopped, not even if they came in the form of tears.         akin to a melody, miri’s voice filled the hush of the market. blazing sun burned overhead, leaving a sizzle of warmth against his skin, sweat gathering at the nape of his neck. he looked to his right, edging a step back, and caught her wrist, pulling her along with him.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀     “don’t make a scene, miri. we will talk about this later.”      later would never come, he knew that much, but the pain in her voice drove a searing nail into his palms. he led miri through the narrow lane, greeting familiar faces as they passed. at last, he brought her to the front of the shop. a bell chimed as the door, left open by another customer, began to swing shut. sverrir caught it before it closed, ushering her inside before stepping after her. would this make him cruel? or perhaps, selfish? the scent of old parchment lingered thickly in the air, mixed with tobacco and the faint dust of the shop.
            
                  ⠀⠀⠀       ⠀ ‘mr. sires! what a lovely pleasure to have you back.’     the shopkeeper called, waving him over. a kinder smile lingered upon her lips, the corners of her eyes creasing with familiar recognition. sverrir could tell by the second glance she gave miri that she understood more than she let on, and she gestured toward the others before turning her attention back to them.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀﹒ ✶ ⎯⎯           @orfays. 
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ (i. ⠀⠀)  ⠀
             ⠀⠀⠀  “Us?”      HE  PULLED  THE  REINS,    SKIDDING THE  HORSE  TO  A  SLOW  STOP.    it neighed, stamping at the ground, ears flicking toward the commotion ahead. she was irritated beyond measure. sverrir patted her neck, running his palm along the warm coat to settle her, while his gaze lowered to the nape of miri’s neck.      he swallowed, tearing his gaze ahead. a loud commotion sounded from the house, what appeared to be tabby chasing rowan while an elder shouted after the two of them. that alone gave away enough; there were others, and before the boys could return from their racing, the house was going to be filled with more guests.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “what do you mean us?”   his heart thumped. it never skittered like this. he didn’t want to connect dots that weren’t there, nor elope into a hope that reality had made impossible for him to /believe/ in. carefully, sverrir dismounted, boots sinking into the soft earth. his hand caught miri’s ankle above the boot, keeping her still before she could climb down.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “Answer me.”