when Halfdan the Black finds love in an unexpected being, and when he goes against the odds of all his people. the gods are with him, just as they are with his brother, and with the power they give him- he won't let his life, or his love, go to wast...
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Never in his life did Halfdan believe he'd be given someone to love with all of him, but he was beginning to believe that the gods were on his side now as he gazed lovingly down at A'Tanasey where she laid.
The morning had slipped away from them both as he allowed her to show him her home since she couldn't necessarily take him there, and Halfdan was so happy he got the chance to see it. The things he saw were unimaginable, they were so beautifully extraordinary and though he'd like to keep quiet about it, he thought the sights were just as beautiful as it was telling stories and tales of his gods.
He replayed her in his head, focusing in on all of her features and her habits, noticing and remembering all that she did and did not like. He knew she enjoyed being near him, feeling him, he knew that she didn't like when he bled, and after she explained some of her kind, he understood why.
When the memories stopped, he knew that she had left his mind, and as private as he always liked to be, he couldn't help but want her presence to remain. It filled the tunnels of his head and flowed through the fluent courses of his veins, making him crave the sweet tenderness it brought. He wasn't ashamed to say that he was addicted.
Feeling her stir against him knocked him from the daze he lost himself in, his big hand instantly falling to her stomach as the other arm reeled her in. Trailing his rough palm up the milky skin of her abdomen, he stopped when he felt her hard ribcage and kept it there.
"Mheyn tyhto ebreyko," he softly kissed her temple, brushing his thumb below her breast. "Ngeyo leyk crarro." Halfdan didn't understand what she was saying —but he wanted to.
"Rest, my love," his voice sounded, bringing her head to lay on his chest before he rolled to his back with A'Tanasey in his hold. "Our gods will protect us." If she would've only spoken about her beliefs, only told him about it, then he would've been at crossroads as to what he did and did not believe in.
But since he's seen and felt the very presence of Ewe' Yaweyna, he'd be a fool not to believe. Her insights that she shared with him had made him more aware of those that linger beyond the borders of what he can and cannot see. Her sights and her memories opened his eyes to the possibilities of completely different worlds beyond his reach.
"Halfdan," he heard, the gentle accented whisper ringing through his ears as he tilted his head down to nuzzle into the crook of her neck. It was silent between the two for a moment, though neither minded because they didn't need to be talking, before Halfdan felt A'Tanasey wrap one of her arms around his waist as she pulled him right up against her to share the warmth. "Thank you," she softly spoke, "for being gentle."
It wasn't something that Halfdan was necessarily prepared to hear because it wasn't something he heard often, but her words, after they'd sunken in, made him smile. It was small and quaint, but it was definitely there as he held her a little closer than what he once did, a little tighter.
