[ the homesickness is shared, breath caught in her chest and chased shortly after by cold guilt that slides down her spine like the rain that seeps through her armor. her mouth is dry, throat threatening to close up as she blinks away the memory of glimmering white gold, long blond hair haloed by warm winds and sunlight.
she swallows, nods once as she flicks red dust and rain water off her blade. she'd thought that she'd get over it after watching surtur set asgard and hela on fire, but it figures that she'd never be able to shake it off, now three worlds away from home. ]
I'll take left, [ she says, just as a new group of dusters burst through the storm. ] You got right?
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she swallows, nods once as she flicks red dust and rain water off her blade. she'd thought that she'd get over it after watching surtur set asgard and hela on fire, but it figures that she'd never be able to shake it off, now three worlds away from home. ]
I'll take left, [ she says, just as a new group of dusters burst through the storm. ] You got right?