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 To the deadliest sin we confess, Sigurd!
Sara · 17 · 7th · Viridian Guild · Pureblood · 5'4
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Mar 5 2018, 06:04 AM   Link Quote
Sometimes, life could be all too overwhelming. It was a dramatic statement, yet one that rang truth in every word. Life after Hogwarts had not been what Inanna had expected it to be, and often, all she really wanted was to run off to Iraq; to be by her brother’s side and to feel the warm sand tickling in between her toes. Yet such a thing was no longer an option, not when one was a mother of a baby girl she loved more than anything in the world. Looking into those huge, blue eyes made everything seem better; it lightened the heavy weight that pressed down on her shoulders, lifting it with one simple, drool-filled smile. Lilith was the light of Ina’s life, that one shining and twinkling star in the vast, dark sky. Having a child in the middle of a war had been a nerve-wracking thought, one that scared her and filled her with anxiety as she had watched her stomach swell. Yet at the end of the day, it was all worth it, despite the sleepless and restless nights that were only increased by worries.

With everything that had happened, Ina needed a break. Far too many things had gone wrong, all of it starting with a spilled secret that had been like a pot of ink falling over, a dark blotch spreading on a piece of parchment. Severin’s marriage, Florentin, the Guild and the war, all the secrets and lies… A person could only carry so much before they broke, a fragile stem bending under the heavy weight of the rain, and Ina was close to snapping in half. It was odd how the mind of a human worked, how one could feel alone despite being surrounded by all those precious loved ones. Yet it was exactly how she felt in that moment, sheltered and alone with the secrets she carried. Coppery eyes glanced at the rune that had been tattooed on her ring finger, rubbing it for a moment before her gaze settled back on her daughter. Going to see Severin was not an option, as she was alone with Lilith and did not want to take any more risks – besides, the young woman figured he would be far too busy anyway. There was no one she could run to, no one she wanted to bother in that moment – a soft sigh leaving her lips as she watched Lilith.

The baby girl was far too busy and immersed in her own, careless world, clutching her stuffed horse in her small chubby arms while babbling all that nonsense that sounded like music to Ina’s ears. It charmed a smile to the young mother’s painted lips, and she crouched down on the carpet her daughter was sitting on. ‘’What do you say, should we go for a walk? It’s such a beautiful day outside,’’ Ina cooed at Lili, chuckling as she was rewarded by an enthusiastic spit bubble and a giggle. It only took her a few moments to get Lili into her shoes and jacket, securing a warm and fluffy hat on her dark locks before lifting her into her stroller. Soon enough, Ina’s heels were clicking on the sidewalk as Lilith calmly sucked on her pacifier, her blue eyes focused on the white clouds floating above her head. It was a fascinating sight for a baby, no matter how often she saw it, gaze occasionally moving towards her mother to laugh at her. How simple life was when one had nothing to worry about.

The air was crisp for an early Spring afternoon, and Ina took a deep breath, allowing the clean and fresh air to fill her lungs while closing her eyes for a moment. The streets of London weren’t as crowded as they would be during a weekend, and Ina wondered if she and Lilith should swing by Tavy’s office, surprising him during his working hours. ‘’Do you want to go see daddy?’’ the young woman asked while leaning forward, reaching out to stroke her daughter’s soft and squishy cheek with one inked finger. Lilith, of course, did not know what was being asked of her, simply squealing at her mother’s touch as she held her stuffed horse close to her small body. Ina laughed softly, stopping once she reached a bench at the side of the cobblestone road, pressing the breaks of the stroller down so it wouldn’t roll away. She knew it was not time for Tavy’s lunch break yet, and so Ina lifted Lili out of the stroller before sitting down at the bench, positioning her baby on her lap so she could watch the passersby as they waited for the minutes to tick by.

@Sigurd Nilsson

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Mar 5 2018, 06:50 AM   Link Quote
War was more than fights and murder.

Sigurd would often watch from his side of the hospital ward, eyes drifting to the corners of the room over the steaming mug of coffee at his lips. People would whisper by the side of the bed, hands engulfing those of their loved ones day after day. Nobody paid them any mind; privacy was the least one could offer these patients and visitors. He did not bother at first either, their presence an insignificant dot in the flurry of faces that passed by each consecutive day. As each month progressed, he would lose interest in learning names without significance, stopped caring about each patient more than his own wellbeing could provide. That was, until, those visitors' feelings stopped reflecting those hues of blues he was used to seeing around the ward. Their emotions were, in fact, a panicked yellow, coiled lines of tension around shoulders as their grim expressions murmured like a tired priest.

War was power through information, of contacts under each unturned cobblestone and potion shop tucked far away from the traditional busy street of Diagon Alley. It was illusion and deceit, fallen morals and more. So Sigurd watched, knowing he couldn't exactly read lips or figure out exactly what the people in the corner of his ward were saying to each other. Their feelings were a cadence on a slowly roaring sea, and every now and then a pair of eyes would shoot up in his direction, the confines of yellow paling at the sight of being watched. The Norwegian knew what it was like, how a stealthy cloak would never feel quite comfortable because of the inevitable emotional baggage one brought along underneath. These people would carry their mask home, and show off their cracked facade together with their obtained information to their Leaders. Perhaps they would mention being watched by that one healer, but who truly cared about such formalities anymore these days.

Sigurd shared their insecurities, but believed his approach was a better one.

Unlike the others, he did not have to bring home the desperate gnawing pull on the inside of his stomach at the thought of being watched or followed. Never did he fear the possibility of being recognized, of his alliance to Aegis being laid out in the open. Each time his featured donned a different mask and, when he was ready to leave it behind, brought all those worries onto unknowing people whose face he made his own for an hour or so.

Today the bottle had stated 'Patty Clearwater', and the bell of who exactly this was had rung as silently as a bird's song through concrete. Arti had prepared most of the bottles for him; at least she'd been thoughtful enough to label them. It had happened once before, a stranger walking into him and throwing him fishlines of memories he couldn't grab a hold of. With the careful words of 'surely you're mistaken me for someone else' the situation was averted, and Sigurd had moved on with a dreaded thudding of his heart. Upon changing into her, Patty Clearwater was apparently a woman in her late twenties, he reckoned, with hands made for dragonhide purses and legs that called for tights if one wanted to show them off. Today's spring breeze slipped between the light slit of his dress, and Sigurd's heeled feet had carefully avoided the cobblestone roads leading to the park. He had around 30 minutes before the polyjuice would wear out - the taste of peppermint goop still sitting along the ridges of his new set of teeth, but he reckoned it would be enough for this unplanned visit to Inanna Amar-Sin.

In the distance, kids' laughter announced the end of a school day as cars passed by. While mastering the skill of high heels a while ago, Sigurd never seemed to have shaken off the sense of being judged. Both Vivi and Arti had promised him that his pace and posture were just fine, but the feeling remained with each step onto the pavement. He wondered if all women went through the same thing. It did not take long for the witch to come into view, the sight of a stroller significantly brightening the former Slytherin's mood. Talking politics in front of a child was perhaps uncalled for, but all was fair in his form of love and war.

"Do you mind if I-?" Sigurd did not finish his sentence as he arrived at the little bench looking out to the more picturesque area of London, people passing by with unknowing faces, merely gestured at the free spot right beside Ina. His hands adjusted his dress upon sitting down, legs crossing still a conscious decision. Everything was, from the casual sweep of his dark auburn hair over his shoulder, to the words that would always sound too foreign to be his own thoughts. "New shoes, never a good decision on a day out."

"Well look at you! What's your name?" Cooing at babies sounded better when it came from a voice at least an octave higher than his own, delicate fingers everything but a threat as they wiggled in front of the baby surrounded by colours of happy pink. "She's adorable. Brightens up everyone's day, I bet!" With one final ridiculously exaggerated smile at the child in Ina's lap, he directed his attention to the woman in question. Her emotions were still calm enough for him not to worry, yet many inquiries burned on his tongue, eager to get this done and over with. Patience was a virtue in times of war, no matter if it was about fights or casual small talk to achieve one's means. "Violet, by the way, nice to meet you."

Vivian had taught him to ignore the awkward feeling of making a fool of himself. A disguise wasn't complete if it still felt like him in a way. New faces weren't designed to be perfectly fitting.

"I have a niece just her age, I believe. Such handfuls sometimes! Could I maybe...hold her? No...that's probably a bit uncalled for, right? So sorry!"

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@Inanna Amar-Sin

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