ENTER THE DEPTHS
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Niflheim’s first reaction was surprise. She hadn’t expected that she was going to be confessed to certaintly. Then again with her track record, generally she didn’t see herself as someone who could be the object of love for others. She was a leader, a guardian and a way for the quincy to thrive. Yet, the very words that slipped past Mirja’s lips, so honest and unguarded startled her.
It caught her off guard and because of it the sight of the quincy leaders flushed face could momentarily be seen, scarlet against the pale whiteness of her face. And soon her silver gaze hardened for a moment, a flash that would be barely discernable. She didn’t know if this was some elaborate joke that the girl was playing at her expense. So in that moment Niflheim shifted and all of her force, all her years of experience showed, quickly grasping and pressing the wolf to the tree while she held her there, her expression mute as she searched the wolfs face.
Searching for the answer of why she would say such a thing, be so cruel and thoughtless. Her lips pressed into a thin line of icy fury that very few had the misfortune to discern. There was no love in that gaze, there was only an icy calm and yet. Even as her fingers curled into the bark with enough force to crush the wood beneath them the icy gaze that was present soon melted. She couldn’t see anything on the wolf’s face to discern that she was lying, or otherwise playing games with her, as her kin who shunned her had done so long ago.
Love, was something she felt for others, yet never expected for herself. She was old, far older than most of the quincy who lived in this world, and originally human. So unlike other supernatural beings who lived elongated lives, and thus had a different outlook on eternity, she had originally had the outlook that any mortal would have looking at eternity. Pain and longing. Even if never shown her heart had started out as soft and pliable as them all, and it had only hardened with the brutal medicine known as time.
She learned the world was far different from what she wished it to be, and yet it was for this very reason that the fair haired quincy was at a loss. There was confusion and something hidden within her gaze, she couldn’t understand why. Why someone would love her, or rather in any capacity other than kin. She had long since been accepting of the status quo, that she’d die alone. That she might find lust, but never have a connection that she felt secure in.
She who lead her people from the darkest moment of their lives, and who would die for them was afraid of loving. Of being loved, well that wasn’t quite true. She didn’t believe that she’d have the chance at it, she felt she didn’t deserve it. It was why she viewed the quincy with such reverence, why she would die before she let them fade into the darkness once more. They were the object of her love, they were the reason her heart kept beating, a bandaid. A purpose that she could devote everything in, and forget her own aching heart.
So it was unsurprising that the words that left the quincy’s lips were not that of a strong and sure leader. Rather they were those of someone who was while not quite afraid, certainly hesitant and unsure. ”..Why. . ? “
The way she sounded was different than simply someone trying to find out why for no reason. It was truly that she didn’t believe it could be possible. She had held the wolf at an arm's distance, treated her cruelly and indifferently for the longest time before giving her a window in, to be friends. Yet, here this girl was saying words that she didn’t quite deserve.
However all the quincy had asked was why, she hadn’t said no. She was blindsided by a situation she could not have forseen. She honestly didn’t know what the wolf saw in her. Yet maybe this solved the question in her mind of why the wolf had always been so stubborn. Her grip softened and she tilted her head slightly.
The anger was gone, and the confusion dulled as she waited for an answer, one of her hands shifting to cradle mirja’s face as she continued to search her eyes. She wouldn’t let this be a damned practical joke. If it was she’d never let the wolf back into her life, and the facade of the shell would never let her see the imperfect being beneath. Her lower lip was gently bit within her mouth and thought.
If this is a joke, there will be hell to pay.