Nomadic Lovers [FINN M. & BONNIE B.] ✘

1. Witxh Hazel

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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. Is completely strange and quite frankly an unrealistic experience.

Typically described in fairy tales as feeling euphoric but also enraptured by someone you've never known and have yet to know.

Loving someone just based off their beauty is shallow and would lead to loveless relationship. —But despite popular belief, that's not all that love at first sight can be.

It's not just love based off another beings beauty.

It's that spectral allure of being completely invested in getting to know that strange someone.

That null anxious energy being tossed aside out of pure admiration and adrenaline.

That need to get to know someone. Knowing they could quite possibly be the ONE. The only one. Yet not having spoken a word to them just yet.

This is how Finn Mikaelson felt when he layed his eyes upon a nearly bleach blonde woman from across a battle field for the first time. Slaying the enemy's with no end in sight.

Vikings were well known for their brutality against others when they wanted glamorous treasures or just to cause widespread terror.

Arcane whispers called out to him from the breeze. Beckoning him towards her bloodied and swiftly battling form. Their calls were teasing and daunting all at the same time.

He stared in a daze in her direction for quite some time.

Before someone tried to slash his back with a sharp sword.

Finn snapped out of his daydream and spun around.

Using his own sword, made from pure iron. In order to disarm the lesser man before him.

Finn then kicked his foot out. Wrapping his foot around the man's ankle.

Pulling forward rapidly with great strength. Forcing the man to lose his balance and crumble toward the floor.

A small gasp leaving the tired man's lips as Finn had out witted & over powered him.

Finn then griped the sword with two hands, much tighter than before.

Bringing the sword into a higher position. Before slamming the hilt of the large blade into the man's skull. (—The hilt being the handle)

Brutally knocking the nameless man out cold. Potentially killing him but Finn didn't take time to mull over the thought.

Finn let out a puff of air. His chest heaving slightly. Rolling his shoulders a bit before readjusting his hold on the sword.

It takes another twenty minutes to ensure the end of all the invaders.

Most were dead though some were simply knocked out.

Finn Mikaelson grunted as he stretched his arms outwards.

They felt unbearably sore from how much fighting he had done. He had taken on a majority of the invaders.

The only one to rival his fighting spirit and foes vanquished was the beauty that had caught his eye from across the field.

The woman that held a spectral allure to her as she brutally attacked those that opposed her.

"og hver ert þú?" The woman spoke, tensely. Her body rigid and her muscles tense. (and who are you?)

She became momentarily distracted by his easy on the eyes form. But quickly focused on the potential threat.

Finn nearly stammered over himself but was quick to bring his wits back in order to evade embarrassment.