of the old gods - any

[Lagertha]

this will never end, ‘cause i want more, more, give me more

Yes, it’s odd. Lagertha knows this, but if she doesn’t treat it an everyday request, will Liz take it seriously? “Yes,” she says simply, as if it were only natural. “These wings. Though I assume they would manifest in whatever way you would prefer.” She looks back to hers again, unfurling them slowly. No need to tell her that it was a doubly self serving thing she is doing right now - well, certainly not all of it. “I cannot lead both the Army and the Air Force…” What had Beqanna said? You cannot be an army of one, or something to that effect. So here she is, trying to foist responsibility on someone else, and it seems almost unnatural.

“In essence, an aerial force should we ever go to war. It needs its own Commander, who can make her own judgements based on what she observes from on high. You would be working with just Lyris at the moment, though once she perfects her weather manipulation, which can apparently include flight, she will pass her wings on to someone else.” And really, that was as much of a plan as either she or Lyris had. Lagertha just needs someone to step up. “They’re yours, if you want them.”

It is so fucking close, she can almost taste the relief of youth flooding back into her body.

In an effort to keep Sunday in the conversation, Lagertha turns to her and tries to joke. I don’t think I’ve even seen you swat a fly, Sunday. How have you been, by the way…?” Small talk has never been her forte, but she will make every effort. It’s also an honest question, as Lagertha hasn’t seen her lately.

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general