I can't stay away [SOLBY AU]

[15] There's Love in the Air [Pt. 1]

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COLBY [Kol.,]

Colby travels down the winding dirt road in the light mist. He left Elton' pack-grounds just moments ago. Mentioning his father brings a frown to his face. The bastard manages to gaslight my ass, even in death.

The winding path veering beneath the fallen fence and overgrown weeds lead to my house. He step over the wild mess, still very mixed between making the first move and letting whatever could be, like.. nurtured, die. Colby rubs his temple as a sigh escapes him.

..the Year was around 780, my mother passed during childbirth. I had three siblings at the time, and the newest member was just born...

Kol stands at his mother's bedside. She'd just given birth to a darling-little sister. She's been whisked off by the doctor, now Kol sits worriedly on the edge of his mother's bed, waiting with a bated breath for a sigh, a nudge, a look.. a sound! His prestige forgets him as he roars a sudden cry. Thor forgive him, he can't be spared with a small twitch!

He weeps at her side, the cool fingertips that were once flushed with vigor and warmth are now icy-cold. It lay limp in his callous palm. The maid he's known his whole life begs that he stand up with a brave face and prove his father he is everything he is not. Her words are rushed and grieving, she tugs and pulls at Kol's shoulder but his body is polished from years of training. He's not moving under the maids urgency.

Kol shrugs the hands off him and turns over to stare her down, the face of shock worsens his attitude. His grief has left him and in its wake is confusion, and anger. He storms out of the longhouse before getting a look at his mother's face. He's wiped his tears as her pale complexion worsens and her once beautiful dark-blue eyes he's inherited from her, has withered and will never come alight again.

The young-Stórmaõr draped in furs and scarred tissue pushes the loose fleece, and deerskin keeping the warmth inside. His father is still absent. An Ostmen who will be displeased his víf has passed during child-birth. The svanni of the husbandi passing, will soon spread.. Kol pulls the large wool closer to his body as he saunters down a winding path until his feet take him into a full sprint. His steed is waiting, His smile is faint, He received the gentle-giant through trade. His mother gifted the foal before they landed on this continent, claimed by a wholly empire, eager to take hearts in the name of their precious god.. annoying little bastards.

+ End of Flashback

     Colby used to speak old Norse, he remembers it fondly as the flashback escapes him. His walk is slow as he breathes in the sudden temperature drop. His bones don't shake or quiver beneath the breeze or sharpness when it latches to his skin.

...Kol traveled in his past-life, and in his journey, he gained allies in unexpected ways. The weather was part of his life. The way Kol watched the wind direction fluctuate...

Kol scowls standing at the heal of the haul. The ship is smooth as it bobs and floats over the small river. In his hands is a journal, He sits as he writes. there is no company to watch him. Everyone is fast asleep huddled in masses along the belly of the ship. He keeps watch, at the time he forgot Brjánn is still aboard, ever present and awake in his father's absence.

He crosses off the village he and his men proceeded to pillage. They were after the monastery, on the outskirts of Norththumbia. The screams are still ringing in his ears. The loot he sits on now, has been his on and off makeshift seat. All he cares about is the small little book he took because he felt like it. He's reluctant to let it go. Brjánn follows the spine of the ship as he comes up to Kol. He breaks the silence.
        "What was he like?" Kol is stuck answering questions, it is a routine for Brjánn to find him at his most quiet times. The axe wedged into the ships stained railing is a suddenly a reminder of what its purpose is. Years of sea-water and sunlight have engraved their markings in the old boat.