Tag Archives: Sif

[This post is from Thordin’s point of view.] After a few moments of silence, he said, “It’s a natural storm.” Sif exhaled, her eyes sliding shut.  “Good,” she breathed out.  “Bloody good.” “You were more worried than you let on.” … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thordin’s point of view.] Thordin slanted a wry smile in her direction, settling back against the pillows wedged in the corner. “Fine,” he murmured. “Fine, fine. You’ve made your point.” “Well, at least I didn’t have … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thordin’s point of view.] Leaning into the corner of their bed, buffered by pillows, Thordin tilted his head back, listening to the rain. Sif leaned against his chest, her head against his shoulder, his arms around … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thordin’s point of view.] “I want that,” he said. Her fingers were cool against his face but her hand felt so much smaller than he had ever really thought about. A soft sigh escaped him. Sif … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thordin’s point of view.] “What’s going on, Thordin?” He froze, damning her ears. He hadn’t lit the lamp on purpose and he’d known exactly where to go to find what he’d come for, but somehow he’d … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thordin’s point of view.] He snuck out to the fire. Perhaps he extruded some kind of aura that strongly suggested that he be left alone—it wouldn’t have surprised him if he did—but no one pestered him … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thordin’s point of view.] “Ungh. I’m hungry.” At first, he thought he was hearing things. He thought the sound of her voice was a figment of his imagination as he jerked from a sound sleep. His … Continue reading →