07-22-2018, 07:19 PM
Vandal hasn't really wished for much since coming back from Jotunheimr, mostly she's glad to be back with her family - glad to be in their presence again when she'd gone so long without them... but being alive has reminded her of the threats that still exist beyond the safety of their borders, and how those threats could come at any time. They could be raided by the traitor Atbash one morning or taken over by another tsunami the next. One can never be fully confident that they are safe, true safety can never exist in a world where danger does. Vandal thought she would be safe in Jotunheimr, in the domain of the giantess of stormy, violent seas - she had left with nothing but nightmares of her fiance's blood dancing vividly across her talons.
When Vandal approaches, she's uncharacteristically somber, stepping up next to her brother and brushing against him slightly, if only to give herself a bit of a boost. Not a word spoken or uttered, she takes a lantern for herself and sets herself down beside him, her paintbrush stilling on the surface of the paper just enough for a small blot to form. She takes it away, lowers her gaze, thinks - thinks of what she should wish for because there are far too many things she wants in life.
Her neon gaze moves to the side, looks at Pincher next to her. She watches him work for a second, reassures herself that they are safe and alive, before gently moving forward and aiming to push her nose into his shoulder briefly. She's missed them. She's missed her family - and now she sees the entirety of the Typhoon as her family; it's a good feeling, it's a great feeling, and she knows she'll lay down her life to make sure that they continue with theirs. "I love you, big dork, y'know that right?" Her soft voice scratches at her throat and she pulls away, a crinkling smile on her face, before turning back to her lantern.
Everything comes easy after that. She takes her brush and writes in beautiful cursive that should be out of place for someone as wild and unrestrained as her, but isn't. With careful, surprisingly disciplined strokes, she writes: Safety for my family. Security for my clan. Love for myself. Her cursive fits the square-shaped canvass perfectly, set in equal parts and finely-balanced. She takes the paintbrush away, but returns it to the bottom-center, to write one more wish. She's a bit of a rebel, after all, why write just three when she can write four? Besides, the recipient of this wish... has long since passed on.
Lasting peace for Aegroixe. I love you. I miss you. Goodbye.
When Vandal approaches, she's uncharacteristically somber, stepping up next to her brother and brushing against him slightly, if only to give herself a bit of a boost. Not a word spoken or uttered, she takes a lantern for herself and sets herself down beside him, her paintbrush stilling on the surface of the paper just enough for a small blot to form. She takes it away, lowers her gaze, thinks - thinks of what she should wish for because there are far too many things she wants in life.
Her neon gaze moves to the side, looks at Pincher next to her. She watches him work for a second, reassures herself that they are safe and alive, before gently moving forward and aiming to push her nose into his shoulder briefly. She's missed them. She's missed her family - and now she sees the entirety of the Typhoon as her family; it's a good feeling, it's a great feeling, and she knows she'll lay down her life to make sure that they continue with theirs. "I love you, big dork, y'know that right?" Her soft voice scratches at her throat and she pulls away, a crinkling smile on her face, before turning back to her lantern.
Everything comes easy after that. She takes her brush and writes in beautiful cursive that should be out of place for someone as wild and unrestrained as her, but isn't. With careful, surprisingly disciplined strokes, she writes: Safety for my family. Security for my clan. Love for myself. Her cursive fits the square-shaped canvass perfectly, set in equal parts and finely-balanced. She takes the paintbrush away, but returns it to the bottom-center, to write one more wish. She's a bit of a rebel, after all, why write just three when she can write four? Besides, the recipient of this wish... has long since passed on.
Lasting peace for Aegroixe. I love you. I miss you. Goodbye.
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON