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Anvaltia - High Fantasy Panfandom
The mysts connect all worlds. It is said that there is a God who found himself and his followers lost in the mysts when they first formed, and that this God is the one who now opens the way for others, but this has never been confirmed or denied.
The mysts have long been spoken of in many cultures and places, but few actually encounter them before or after death. Those who do have found themselves in other worlds they may have only dreamed of in the past. A select few have found themselves between the mysts, where anything is possible. It is here that Anvaltia was first formed.- 11
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By Penelope of Ithaca · Posted
As they walked the quiet, cold street, Penelope kept her eyes sharp for any danger, but her strength showed in how she squeezed his hand reassuringly. She was here. She was present. She was safe. Safe in many different ways that were hard to find the words to articulate with. Penelope just knew he needed her right there, in that very moment, as a lifeline for the two decades he'd suffered through. He was her focus in that moment, or at least he would be once they got to her home. A home that was on street level and not very big or grand like the pair had grown up with, but it was still shelter. She pulled out her key and unlocked the front door, before hiding the key away again somewhere on her person. She then pushed open the door, dreading what he thought about it. The front door opened onto a fairly empty room with a low table, a cushion on one end on the floor next to a pile of blankets. The kitchen could be seen through a doorway to the right and back behind the empty room, residual heat coaxing them further into the house. She had no idea how to work the heat in the apartment, and so used methods she knew, such as figuring out a timer that turned off the small heater in the kitchen after so long. It was definitely warmer then outside at least. To the left and behind the empty room, there was a small hall with two doors: one on the right of the hall and one at the end, which was partly ajar to keep it from being bitter when she retired for the evening. As she shut the door behind him, she cautiously watched him, trying to piece together anything of his reaction to her squalor conditions. -
He couldn't help but lean his head on her shoulder, his own shaking as he tried to get his muffled sobs under control. Her soothing words calmed him a little, enough that he was now taking stuttering breaths instead of outright sobs. When she began to steer them somewhere he let her guide him, unable to really function well enough to even attempt to ask questions as to what her home was like, and what he could expect as he adjusted to the afterlife here. It didn't make sense still, no matter how much he tried to work his way through the puzzle of why this was so different from what the Gods and their prophets had described. Nobody reached his left, outer hand down to grasp at his wife's smaller hand - he needed the comfort and reassurance. There was so much he needed to say, but his mind was having trouble working as it normally did, and he moved as if he were in a fog. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess. This isn't how I wanted you to see me upon our reunion." His voice was strained and shaky, an undertone of sheer exhaustion under everything.
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By Penelope of Ithaca · Posted
He was falling apart, right in front her. Bit by bit, the pieces were falling away and her heart broke all over again. She pulled him close, wrapping her free arm around him to hold him close, allowing him an opportunity to cry further if that's what he wanted to do. The man looked beyond exhausted - and she remembered what that was like when Telemachus was small, even when the pair took turns to calm the baby. She ran her hand through his hair in an attempt to soothe him, keeping her arm around him as best as she could in that moment. "Shh... Shh...I have you." Her words were quiet, gentle, and after a moment, she shifted to steer them towards her small one bedroom apartment, keeping her arm around his waist to help support him and to keep in contact with someone she'd missed dearly and loved with the entirety of her being. "We can take you after you have had some rest. How does that sound?" -
Going to talk to the Guard sounded like the best idea, but he was loathe to go somewhere that would require he engage with others. Between Calypso, all the dangers on the way home, Poseiden and all that had transpired with him, then the suitors... it was a wonder he had strength to even speak to another, even if that person was one of the two he'd fought so hard to get back to. Exhaustion plagued him, making him falter in his steps. Her words caused a further stumble, his eyes watering as he tried to blink away the forming tears. He cleared his throat and nodded, though he still had a pit in his stomach at the thought of telling her all he'd done. "And I've been fighting to get home to you. First surviving the war, and then with everything that happened after. You and Telemachus were foremost in my thoughts every step of the way. I..." Nobody cleared his throat again, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "I would rather go home with you. I do not have the capability to talk to others at present."
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By Penelope of Ithaca · Posted
"There is. We need to show you to the Guards, but that can wait... Unless you would rather do it now?" That group was what had gotten her started when she'd arrived, and she knew her husband would need the slight nudge in the right direction after everything he'd gone through between when she'd last seen him to now. She squeezed his hand when he took hold of her own, enjoying the warmth and security of the simple gesture. It had been so long... And then a weight settled in her stomach at what he said, and her brows furrowed. How could things have ended in further horror then what she had endured? What she and her son both had endured? A smile tugged at her lips when he grasped her hand in both of his. Again, a familiar gesture she long since missed. Her heart, and her expression, softened, though, when he all but pleaded for her forgiveness in not so many words. "Odysseus. I've been waiting for you these past twenty years. It will take more then you think to chase me away."
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