Vincent Amorason (quitethecharmer) wrote,
@ 2009-06-18 23:12:00

Flashback: Age 4 1/2 - Legacy
Vincent sat on the floor in Lord Hrimhari's home, waiting for the girls to decide if they were going out to play with him as wolf girls or just girls. He looked around, admiring some of the pelts they used to keep the heat in, and the assortment of gifts Lord Hrimhari had received from his friends in Asgard.

He came to one item in particular and paused, before getting up to examine it more closely. He pulled a rock over to stand on, something about the item compelling him. It was a relatively plain iron mask, hanging on the wall. Vincent pursed his lips as he examined it.

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	princess_mutt 2009-06-19 04:25 am UTC (link)
	"Vincent? What are ye doing, lad?" Moira and Danielle's mother has stepped over with a look of slight concern at Vincent's sudden...absorption. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2009-06-19 04:35 am UTC (link)
	"This mask...." He doesn't take his eyes off it, gazing into the emptiness of the eye-holes. "Where did Lord Hrimhari or you get it?" His voice is detached. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princess_mutt 2009-06-19 04:49 am UTC (link)
	"He got it from Ula, Queen of Thryheim. A little token of thanks for...well, it's a long story, he was getting Hogun out of a difficult situation again. Nothing of much importance." Rahne sometimes wished Hrimhari'd kept slightly prettier mementos, but it suited the den well enough, and her prince was nothing if not sentimental. "Is there something wrong, lad?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2009-06-19 05:03 am UTC (link)
	Vincent backed away from the mask suddenly, tilting his head from side to side as if shaking out the cobwebs. He ruffled his hair, puzzled by how absorbed he'd become. "It vexes me... for some reason; and intrigues me." He looked up at Rahne. "Sometimes... I try to think of my father, and his face is blank to me. So I think of a mask." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princess_mutt 2009-06-19 05:08 am UTC (link)
	Rahne stepped forward a bit more, setting a hand carefully on the boy's shoulder unless he shrugged it off. "I did not know who my father was until I was seventeen," Rahne said quietly. "It can be very confusing to do without that kind of information, I ken." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2009-06-19 05:15 am UTC (link)
	Vincent stepped down off the rock, moving closer to her. "I think he was probably someone bad." He looks over his shoulders nervously before his next line. "I think he might be someone who could even hurt Mother... and that's why he's not spoken of." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

princess_mutt
2009-06-19 05:21 am UTC (link)

Rahne's arm moved around him a little bit more. "People dinna like to talk about what's hurt them, no. Ye canna assume too much--" Rahne certainly tries not to assume too much where the poor bairn's concerned. He's not even five, for Heaven's sake. "But if yui're father was someone bad, it's got nothing to do with ye, Vincent. Yuir decisions are yuir decisions."

"We've decided!" Moira and Danielle chorus as they scamper over, human-shaped and clothed.

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	quitethecharmer 2009-06-19 05:39 am UTC (link)
	He may or may not have been about to hug Rahne appreciatively, but his friends are here now. They need to go play. He goes and takes each of them by the hand, smiling. "Art thou ready to go see Lady Hildy? I spotted some wildflowers on the way here that we can bring to her." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princess_mutt 2009-06-19 05:43 am UTC (link)
	"Aye!" They proclaim in stereo. Rahne just smiles indulgently at all three of them. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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