Who: Norway mystisk_norge, Iceland til_himnarikis What: Checking in on little brother... When: Back dated to January 6th, midday Where: Basement; The Pool Rating: G
Norway just watched Iceland, amused but of course it was always hard to tell that. The pout was also adorable and even more reminiscent of their days together when Iceland was small. The entire moment dripped of nostalgia and it was making his mind foggy; but in a good way. It blocked out the rest of his worries for the time being. At the last added comment Norway almost, just almost smiled. One could see in his eyes that had he been someone else it would have been there.
"I'm sure you will." He mused, reaching out and brushing back some of the wet hair that was matted to his brother's cheek. For a moment his hand lingered there and he studied the younger male, seeming as if he might do something else.
However Norway withdrew his hand and looked up at the ceiling. The blocked sky and the smell of chlorine jarred his senses and the melancholy began to creep back into his chest. He tried to keep it at bay for the moment and simply returned his gaze to Iceland.
"Do you think about what we'll do when we get out of here?" He asked suddenly.
"I'm sure you will." He mused, reaching out and brushing back some of the wet hair that was matted to his brother's cheek. For a moment his hand lingered there and he studied the younger male, seeming as if he might do something else.
However Norway withdrew his hand and looked up at the ceiling. The blocked sky and the smell of chlorine jarred his senses and the melancholy began to creep back into his chest. He tried to keep it at bay for the moment and simply returned his gaze to Iceland.
"Do you think about what we'll do when we get out of here?" He asked suddenly.
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