Hejla Seier, daughter of Turid Seier and sister of Magne and Laurits Seier. Returning to the city where their father had perished was not necessarily the definition of happiness for Helja. Even less when she begins to realize that this city is much...
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Helja increased the sound of her playlist on her computer before taking another look at her reflection. She grabbed the long beige sweater she had chosen to wear for today before putting it on.
"Hey, Hel! "
The platinum blonde finished removing the hair stuck in her collar as she turned on her heels before giving a barely surprised look at her twin. Maybe it was time to review this rule to knock before entering.
Unfortunately the blonde did not have time to say a word like Magne rushed straight towards her before sticking an old parka stained with blood in her face."Here, smell!"
"Ew! The fuck, Magne?" Growled at once the blonde with a slight gag as she took a step back before pausing in the making at the sight of the blue parka."Wait, is that-"
"Isolde's jacket? Yeah. It's the one she wore when she died." Mag interrupted her with a serious look letting Helja swallow.
She peeped at the parka, trying to contain the nausea assaulting her before giving a look at her brother."Isn't that supposed to be Laurits who likes this kind of morbid stuff?"
"Try smelling it." Magne insisted, looking impatiently at his sister.
Helja arched an eyebrow, looking suspiciously at her brother before shaking her head with a sigh. She crossed her arms over her chest before taking a hesitant step towards the jacket he was holding. She leaned in with a slightly disgusted scowl before sniffing the tissue. At the putrid smell seeping into her nostrils Helja suddenly took a step back with a gag.
It was like smelling the old rusty iron.
"And here ... on the other side." Magne continued turning the jacket to make her feel another side.
"I haven't even had breakfast yet!"
"Hel, I'm serious."
Helja rolled her eyes at her brother's insistence before leaning over again. She must seriously consider changing her family. It was starting to get too crazy for her.
She held her breath to try to soothe the smell before looking up at her brother at his statement."They're two different smells."
"I don't smell anything." Helja objected, straightening up with a shake of her head.
Magne immediately frowned in confusion."You don't ?"
"Mhm, mhm." Helja objected, shaking her head before pausing in the realization."Wait, is that another of your super stuff?"
"It's not funny, Helja. Something bad is going on with me." Magne replied visibly still somewhat confused by all the changes happening to him.
Helja gave him a sharp look in agreement before recovering her boots to put them on top of her bed."It looks more like a Nordic Teen wolf remake if you ask me but hey why not..."
