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Author's Notes | It was supposed to be called "Mea culpa". I even called the request like this so I could identify it. But well... My works have their own life. And it seems they have their own names as well... I hope you like it!
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | No pair, Hvitserk interacting with his foster daughter
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon. ¹Synnove – Norwegian name that means "Present of the sun".
Words | 1644
⁑ Warnings: Angst.
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Those big glowing eyes. Dark like the sky at night, like the color of her hair, like the traces that would scream she wasn't my blood.
Like the words I had just said, turning the night in her eyes rainy...
"Why should I care, right? You're not even my daughter, isn't it?"
Harsh words I regretted saying as soon as they left my mouth, shutting hers, finishing that arguing about her body dressed in one of my armors manually adjusted for her curves; my old sword sharpened in her sheath.
We were ready to depart in a raid.
She was ready to go with me.
I couldn't feel safe with a thought like that. And my fear had poured through my mouth in bitter words I couldn't take back now.
