06-17-2014, 03:51 PM
They rolled to a stop at a light. "Something tells me you're not really a valet,"
he uttered under his breath. The engine purred, like a cat rousing from sleep and wanting its belly scratched. He could feel the steering wheel beg him to hit the open road, but a glance at Rune and Jaxen had to suppress the temptation. He wasn't going anywhere that wasn't heavily populated with people, and the ring roads dove through giant chunks of forest. No matter how fast they'd blur by, only a few hundred kilometers per hour, he salivated at the thought, staying in the city was the best idea for now.
The light flashed green and Jaxen pulled the toggle into gear. His head pressed into the folds of supple leather behind him as they shot through the intersection. Another corner rounded and the stretch of road around the Kremlin walls was laid out before them. The river rested flat and dark to the left, the red walls of the empire stacked high on the right. "Rune, huh? Interesting name."
He fell quiet after hearing himself say so.
Rún
His mind drifted. Driving became mechanical and mundane. The lights of the river bank blurred into distant stars. It was on the tip of his tongue, a name and threat he couldn't pronounce but knew sharp as daylight break in his mind.
Snjallr est ī sessi, skalta svā gøra,
Bragi, bekkskrautuþr!
vega þū gakk, ef þū vreiþr seïr!
hyggsk vǣtr hvatr fyrir.
Emotions welled in his gut. Of being pissed and irritated. Of wanting to call someone out for being a pussy. In fact, he had. Bragi was a drunk and a bitch, anyway..
A horn blared beside him that shook him out of it. He rolled his eyes and hit the gas. The other car soon disappeared from the rearview mirror.
"Alright, Rune. What can I do for you?"
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Jun 17 2014, 03:52 PM.
he uttered under his breath. The engine purred, like a cat rousing from sleep and wanting its belly scratched. He could feel the steering wheel beg him to hit the open road, but a glance at Rune and Jaxen had to suppress the temptation. He wasn't going anywhere that wasn't heavily populated with people, and the ring roads dove through giant chunks of forest. No matter how fast they'd blur by, only a few hundred kilometers per hour, he salivated at the thought, staying in the city was the best idea for now.
The light flashed green and Jaxen pulled the toggle into gear. His head pressed into the folds of supple leather behind him as they shot through the intersection. Another corner rounded and the stretch of road around the Kremlin walls was laid out before them. The river rested flat and dark to the left, the red walls of the empire stacked high on the right. "Rune, huh? Interesting name."
He fell quiet after hearing himself say so.
Rún
His mind drifted. Driving became mechanical and mundane. The lights of the river bank blurred into distant stars. It was on the tip of his tongue, a name and threat he couldn't pronounce but knew sharp as daylight break in his mind.
Snjallr est ī sessi, skalta svā gøra,
Bragi, bekkskrautuþr!
vega þū gakk, ef þū vreiþr seïr!
hyggsk vǣtr hvatr fyrir.
Emotions welled in his gut. Of being pissed and irritated. Of wanting to call someone out for being a pussy. In fact, he had. Bragi was a drunk and a bitch, anyway..
A horn blared beside him that shook him out of it. He rolled his eyes and hit the gas. The other car soon disappeared from the rearview mirror.
"Alright, Rune. What can I do for you?"
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Jun 17 2014, 03:52 PM.