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[solvind]

Who: Norway solvind, Iceland fraterculanordr
When: Day three, early in the morning after this fight
Where: C1
Summary: Norway and Iceland are recovering and cleaning off after their first kill. Feel free to say hi to the rather shaken pair if you're around.

[[ note: i figured i should say that Greece has been tagging with us through this period, and can't post for the

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[fraterculanordr]

[ooc; Instead of writing to continue the Day2 thread, I'm throwing it all here if that's okay]Iceland had slept for almost as long as he could. The events of the day before repeated in his dreams. He was still very tired. His body was able to breathe normally again, thanks to the frantic efforts of his brother to revive him. His body returned to functioning after what seemed to be a long and suspenseful medley of warm breaths and rhythmic pumps of the chest. Iceland had recalled responding to it with greedy gasps. He recalled seeing the exhausted look on the Norwegian's face the moment he was able to open his dusty eyes again. He fell to a regular slumber soon after. His body needed the time to restore itself

[solvind]

Norway pushed through the leaves into the clearing where they had set up their hideout. He was relieved to see Iceland awake; his brother was still looking weak, but thankfully sitting up and supporting himself. There was a little more colour in his cheeks after the rest, and Norway felt validated in carrying him toward the camp in the comfortable sea air

[fraterculanordr]

The beeping stopped, causing Iceland to jerk his head upward to ensure he had indeed woken up. He reacted to the ache in his neck-- it was foolish him to have momentarily forgotten about his injury. His sight was still dusty, and blurred from the water creeping out from the edges of his eyes. Iceland pressed his eyes closed for a second, allowing the water to flow down his cheeks in the form of tears, carrying away a bit of the dirt that impaired his vision. He had trouble making out Norway's form for an instant. It was the familiar and comforting voice that made him sure who it was. Iceland sat quietly until his brother finished cleaning a bit off his face before answering. Talking was still a bit of a pain. He cleared his throat in order to respond with a simple, "A bit

[solvind]

Iceland's hand had brushed Norway's, almost knocking the rag out of his grip. The boy looked unsteady, troubled, badly disturbed. Norway brushed his brother's hair out of his eyes tenderly, comfortingly, in an effort to ease and soothe. It was for the best that they had left the scene quickly. It was clear that Iceland's memories of the kill had shaken him; it had been a fairly long while since such a bloody scene had greeted him, after all