RL - Hug Day
“Just stop talking!” Matthew snapped, more than annoyed by the constant prattle that spilled forth from the other’s mouth. Kvasir grinned obnoxiously but finally obeyed. Perhaps he finally heard the mental chant of “Shut up, shut up, shut up,” that the raven had kept up since the beginning of the flight.
“That one, down there.” The spirit pointed down to one of the building, directing Matthew to an open window. The bird did so with a grumble, peering inside with a hint of hesitation. Raising a brow, Kvasir floated past, landing beside his body. It was disconcerting to see his neck twisted at such an angle. He rubbed at his incorporeal neck and winced.
“Why would he have you on his bed? That’s a little creepy.”
“You wouldn’t have me in your bed?” Kvasir asked, looking hurt at the slight. Matthew rolled his eyes, hopping inside and onto the bed. “You need to put the herbs under my tongue.” There was a bird equivalent of a raised brow and Kvasir chuckled. “I can’t bite you yet, stop fretting so.”
The raven ruffled his feathers, grumbling about gods as he opened the small pouch. The herbs were an odd blue-silver and didn’t look like anything you’d want to eat, but he wasn’t about to piss off Verdandi. She was scary enough when happy. There was a long moment where nothing happened, then a crackling, dim shimmer started along the corpse’s skin, bones crunching back into place. When Matthew looked up again the corpse was groaning and the spirit was gone.
“I’m going to assume that worked and leave now.”
There was pain. It registered, but not in any manner that actually hurt. It was overcome by the cold soon after regardless, so Kvasir couldn’t truly bring himself to care. The sound of his teeth chattering finally rang in his ears and Kvasir decided that that was a sign to get up. Shivering, he wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and stumbled through the door.
“D-d-dion. Fire.”