DESOLATION COMES UPON THE SKY - lagertha

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The stretches between their words are not comfortable per say, but Scorch tolerates them for the sake of their sanity. True, their teeth were usually around the other’s throats, but when situations like these (kingstealings and all) come up, they have to at least pretend to not hate each other. And some days, it feels like they don’t. Not truly. Alas, something always comes up. Scorch is surprised something hasn’t come up already today.

Her eyes – a calm navy – follow Lagertha’s as they gaze into the distance, her words caught only by the fire-sister’s large, ugly ears. The Jakka’s answers simply, honestly. Goosebumps sweep from the front of her body to the hind; her flames flicker to conceal the miniscule discomfort. She has always known this, it is no secret, but to hear it so bluntly… Well, she’ll deal with it. Disconcerted isn’t an emotion she does, not after being bamboozled by her ‘mother’ through thick and thin, through her childhood, initiation, meetings, wars. Not many things shock the old rat, and this wouldn’t either.

“I wanted to be just like my dam, too. Queen of the Jungle, badass dynasty-continuer. Echion wasn’t exactly my dam though, so that dream was a bit skewered.” Scorch catches Lagertha’s gaze for a moment before exchanging it for the scenery. “You’re a kingstealer, she was a kidswitcher. Hated me for the decision she made, but it made me who I am today.” She chuckles, the sound identical to that of Echion’s deep, broad laughter. A hereditary thing (not). “Though I don’t suppose many consider that a good thing.”


Rolling her broad shoulders, Scorch weighs the conversation thus far. Considering the lack of yelling, threats, and curse words, she figures that it this ought to be a good note to end on. A high one, even. Meeting her Jakka’s gaze once more, the woman allows a smile, and a dip of her thick-boned head. “But I won’t bore you with the details. All I’ll say is that you’ll make a badass warrior Queen someday. I might be a bitch, but I’m not blind.”

And with that, she departs.

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

bae doing good after surgery = nicenice escorcho