ily bërg ♥️

BËRG.  |  Blekr  4.4  ft.  FERAL:  DRAGONLØRD
ᛋᛏᚱᛁᚦ: “STEEL  '⅋  SALT  ENDURE..”

Saga of Frostbound Skies,
Kindled by Hearthfire & Silent Stjörnur.↻

Before runes found a name, before a bone—carved compass ever trembled, only a saga endured within the glow of eldr of a dreki that chooses the rider, never the reverse.  ۬۟۬ 𖤦ᰰ‌ Raised on half spoken sögur and storm bound varnaðarorð, on salt worn charts and weather split leiðir, beneath stars that never break oath nor ljós. @TheEldraeth Thus began the ferð—not by sail, nor by oar but by hunger rooted deep within the soul, while örlög sharpened its unseen blade in shadow. For the North does not beckon the untested. It tempers. It tries. And when flame weds sky, no rider is born—only chosen.



       [ . . . ] E. 793 ː HEISENBËRG. 𖡹⭛

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When the meeting ended, we walked out in silence, no one said a word. The air was still cold, thick with tension. But then, suddenly… Etherhail’s James, Sethlore’s James, Siegern’s James and Lorth’s James pulled together the youngest ones among us, Heisenbërg’s Seonghyeon, Velthrone’s Seonghyeon, Wyrmharrow’s Seonghyeon, Norvein’s Seonghyeon, Thimblëa’s Seonghyeon, Berthouven’s Seonghyeon, Kiiru’s Seonghyeon and Dulcia’s Keonho, Heisenbërg’s Keonho, Mistlesoir’s Keonho, Wyrmharrow’s Keonho, Norvein’s Keonho, Lachers’ Keonho, Etherhail’s Keonho, Leutwin’s Keonho, Scalden’s Keonho, Greesacht’s Keonho without much thought, he wrapped his arms around them like nothing had happened, like the tension meant nothing at all. Then he tossed his phone to Wyrmharrow’s Martin, Norvein’s Martin, Roesjad’s Martin, Sveic’s Martin and said, “Take our picture.” Maybe it was the moment, or maybe it was us but the photos turned out amazing.

After that, Wyrmharrow’s Martin, Norvein’s Martin, Roesjad’s Martin, Sveic’s Martin tossed the phone back, still warm from use and his eyes landed on Norvein’s Juhoon, Visnja’s Juhoon, Mertzlan’s Juhoon, Cathéct’s Juhoon, Grachter’s Juhoon, Van Koväc’s Juhoon, Schmidt’s Juhoon, Shien’s Juhoon dragged him from his comfy spot near the window just to take more. Their poses were… dramatic, to say the least. Almost like they were trying to become anak senja, as if a romantic song would start playing the second the shutter clicked.

In the end, we took group photos, normal one and a “gangster” one (my idea, obviously). I came to understand that we are true and inseparable, whatever the challenges we will definitely find a way to return to each other’s side.

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