Immortality. The word was like an ice cube being dropped down his spine, as it always was. It always made him remember that unless he was wrong, being what he was now meant that he would outlive not only his family but all of his friends and everything he ever knew.
She was right. Immortality was cold, lonely, and cruel.
To try and lighten the mood that he knew he'd just brought down, he stroked down her back and mumbled "You know I still don't speak Swedish, right?"
Yes, he knew it was Norse; yes, he was being a shit for the laughs. Mostly because there were things he didn't want to think about right now, and as a creature of immediacy, 'immortality' was top of the list.
don't tell him what it means, he'll get a swelled head
She was right. Immortality was cold, lonely, and cruel.
To try and lighten the mood that he knew he'd just brought down, he stroked down her back and mumbled "You know I still don't speak Swedish, right?"
Yes, he knew it was Norse; yes, he was being a shit for the laughs. Mostly because there were things he didn't want to think about right now, and as a creature of immediacy, 'immortality' was top of the list.