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Private The Cliffs Are Ours

Discussion in 'The Pacific' started by EmiRose, Aug 12, 2018 at 11:24 AM.

  1. EmiRose
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    Years and their passing had a cruel way of reminding you, how fast yet so slow the time went by. Time had taken a whole new meaning for Brynjar when he had been granted immortality, only to be closed inside a block of ice for over 1000 years. Time had been an enemy but also a friend. Time had given him glimpses of what he used to have, cruel reminders of the things he lost. But time had given him solace and space to keep himself together, time had partly kept him sane. Yes, Brynjar had a lot of time, he had an eternity. He had trouble wrapping his head around that.
    And yet it felt like an eternity he had been in a forest last.

    Brynjar was standing under a tree, his face partly shadowed by the leaves sun was shining through. He was looking at everything around him and nothing, as his gaze was fixed on something far, far away. Brynjar was so still, so pale midst the greenery someone passing by could've mistaken his for a statue. A very tall, well-crafted statue wearing black, thin sports jacket bit that was a bit tight, under that an army green tank top, worn yet well-kept jeans and sturdy hiking boots with thick soles. The ocean wind blowing gently through the forest had swept Brynjar's hair off his face, showing his ice blue eyes with a look of permanent sadness. The blinking of the water could be discerned between the trees, as coast was some tens of meters ahead. But Brynjar could've as well been in a huge crowd, in a desert. So in his thoughts he was.

    Brynjar was waiting for Noel, that he had not forgotten. In fact, his thoughts were full of the man, of the god. His strange charm and grin and the words he had said to Brynjar. Those words...
    My gentle warrior
    Brynjar inhaled a bit sharply and his gaze returned to this place and moment, the tips of his ears turning red. Brynjar swiped a hand through his already windswept hair, but the man did it purely instinctively. He used his other hand to rub his face a bit, trying to banish the confusion that was plagueing his mind. But it was futile, Noel was in Brynjar's head and seemed to be there to stay. And Brynjar didn't know if he was anxious or happy about that. He wasn't sure about many things.
    But Brynjar was sure he was looking forward to this outingm and that this time he had been early.


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    It was a beautiful morning, there was hardly any wind and the sounds of the birds chirping in the trees and the sound of crickets and cicadas in the grass as he made his way to the meeting spot, added to the joy that Noel was already feeling.

    Dressed in his typical pinstriped suit, dressing down was just not a thing with Noel, he walked up the slope to where Brynjar was standing. Noel could make him out from a distance. He looked beautiful, almost godlike, Noel thought with a smile as he neared. Under a tree, Brynjar stood with such quiet authority and, in a way, nobility. Noel couldn't help but stare at him, feeling a moment of real joy at seeing him again.

    "Good morning Brynjar!" Noel called out and waved as he walked a little quicklier towards him. "It looks like we will have a fine day for exploring... But just in case, I brought an umbrella!" Noel said laughingly as he showed Brynjar the large black umbrella he was using as a walking stick of sorts.

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    Brynjar could hear Noel long before he came within his view, and Brynjar had already turned to face the direction he heard the man approaching from. He felt oddly restless, and clasped his hands behind his back, standing like the warrior he used to be. The restlessness remained until the point when Noel appeared and their eyes locked for a moment. Ironic enough, Brynjar felt like time, his old foe and friend, slowed down as he took Noel in. Somehow Brynjar was not surprised the man had not exactly dressed for the occasion. Noel was in his usual more formal than not attire, and seeing the god here in the forest looking proper and ready for both a wedding and a funeral if necessary brought a small, gentle smile on Brynjar's face.

    Brynjar felt the time start going with its normal pace again when Noel called out and greeted him. Brynjar cleared his throat a bit and waved slightly back at Noel. There was still a hint of a smile on his face.
    "Good morning, Noel."
    Brynjar answered as Noel got close enough to hear him with his normal speaking voice, Brynjar didn't like raising his voice. The slight smile on Brynjar's face got a bit wider when Noel cheerily announced he had brought an umbrella.
    "That's very thoughtful of you, thank you. I'm sure rain won't surprise us."
    Brynjar looked up at the sky briefly, it was blue but a considerable amount of clouds were drifting across it with the wind. He hoped there wouldn't be rain, for Noel's health's sake. But at the same time...he strangely enough wanted to be under that umbrella with him.
    Brynjar lowered his gaze and swiped a hand through his hair, his ears a bit red again.
    "I'm sorry for...asking you to go on a...basically a hike, when it might not be...um, your thing."
    Brynjar apologized, rubbing his neck a bit. But he also felt slightly guilty, since deep inside...he was really happy Noel was here, sharing this with him.
     
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    Noel grinned widely at Brynjar's comment, guessing his somewhat formal attire might have thrown him off, "No, don't worry about it. I love hiking, nature walks..." he said taking in Brynjar's appearance, clothes, the look on his face, everything. Brynjar looked relaxed, handsome as ever and he seemed more cheerful than Noel had seen in forever. This actually made him smile as he added, "I just don't own any hiking clothes... " he admitted almost sheepishly.

    "For centuries people dressed for everything - parties, dinner, to go to town, work - and even nature walks and the beach..." he said with a chuckle remembering the elegant picnics on the beach and nature walks.

    "It was a very different time back then... I am afraid I am a creature of habit in some ways, Brynjar, you'll have to forgive this silly old god..." Noel teased while flashing Brynjar a warm smile. "So which direction should we take, probably north that way?" he asked, pretty sure the ocean and the cliffs were somewhere behind them.

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    Hearing about all the centuries that he had missed somehow made Brynjar feel melancholic and sad but fascinated at the same time. He had passed those centuries in ice, not seeing any of the steps the world took, so naturally he was interested in knowing about them, as a history lover as well. But Brynjar felt regret because he couldn't have been there for his comrades, his family and friends. He could've used his immortality to do so much good in the world, help so many people. Although all the while he would've been Thor's general, increasing the red on his already bloodied hands.
    The sad look in Brynjar's eyes deepened as he shook his head a bit.
    "It's alright. I do not think...we will be walking in rough terrain. I was just worried your clothes would be sullied...because of my thoughtlessness."

    Somehow Brynjar could imagine Noel doing those activities all dressed up, mixing perfectly with the people in the olden times. The thought at the same time increased and lessened Brynjar's melancholy. On the other hand he was sad he couldn't have seen the man in those situations, but that was merely a fantasy. In reality Brynjar and Noel would probably have never met if he hadn't been frozen in ice. And that lessened his melancholy, knowing at least something good had come of his uprising.
    "I don't need to...forgive you for anything. I think the style is just...part of your charm."
    Brynjar said bit shyly and swiped a hand through his hair, suddenly wanting to hide his face. But instead he turned around slightly, not all the way, to the direction Noel had pointed out, waiting for him to join him by his side.
    "I will leave...the directions up to you. I have a map in my bag, but...I thought we could...casually walk a bit as well."
     
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    "It's of no consequence, really. Clothes are just trappings we wear. If they get dirty or soiled. I can get them cleaned. " Noel smiled, not wanting Brynjar to worry about his attire. He wasn't fussed about a little dirt.

    Hearing Brynjar say it was part of his style, charm made Noel grin even more. He liked that Brynjar understood that about him, got him... maybe it was because they were both so darn old that they simply understood each other and could see one another living those times. Gazing at Brynjar, Noel kind of wished he had met him back in the days, he'd have looked dashing rogue in a tailored three-piece, top hat and all.

    "I like that idea, we can just meander to the cliffs, maybe cut through the woods..." Noel suggested as he started walking slowly, waiting for Brynjar as he headed off towards a clearing, and small copse, grove of wild fruit trees, oaks and elms.

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