Build our Story - Roleplay - Chapter 4 New beginnings

[Boethiah]

When he left, her mind trailed off to that day again. But hearing his voice made her forget. It was as if him being there let her know things wouldn't change. At least, not now.

She had grabbed some herbs and black pepper that her mother used with chicken. Always the same ones, but it made it taste okay. Once flavored, she stuck the spit over the fire and let the chicken roast, turning it every so often.

Then words just flew out. "Thanks for yesterday. It was...calming..." And after everything that happened, it was calming. Letting her know that the world was still kind of alright. "I think everyone enjoyed it."

[Vim]

Vim smiled. "I had a lot of fun. And I realized some things." While she was turning the spit he looked over her. He enjoyed the quiet moment together.

[Boethiah]

"Realized what?" she asked with curiosity.

[Vim]

"Well...." He swallowed. "I.... I'm really looking forward to being with you." He admitted.

[Boethiah]

She flushed slightly, remembering the kiss from before. "I can't wait either...before I was scared, but now it's like I'm not scared anymore. It feels like this might be actually alright." That they might actually be alright. Boe rotated the chicken again.

[Vim]

He walked behind her and hugged her from behind. "It already feels right." He said. He was about to kiss her again when he heard the baby crying and laughed. "Good thing we won't have kids to interrupt every good moment." He said as he walked upstairs.

[Boethiah]

She chuckled and went to get milk as he went to get Bolla. It seemed now that neither of their parents were coming back tonight. They took care of themselves for now. They could last until morning.

[Vim]

He carried the squirming child ash she cried. He was humming a traditional Viking war song to her. She seemed interested but was more interested in being fed. She reached her uncoordinated hands in the direction of Boethiah.

[Boethiah]

She heard him humming and smiled before taking Bolla into her arms and sitting down as she started feeding her from the bottle. "What was that you were humming on the way down?" she asked.

[Vim]

"Oh, just a hunting chant my father taught me." He said, eyeing the chicken, "It's nothing too special. All hunters know it."

[Boethiah]

"Well, you're a good hummer," she smiled.

[Vim]

"Thanks. If you had a drum, I could show you the chant." He desperately wanted to eat, but he remembered that his mom said that she hated it when his father ate without waiting for her. "Maybe after dinner."

[Boethiah]

"You can go ahead and eat. I'll bring her upstairs and put her to sleep." Taking the bottle out of the child's mouth, she brought her upstairs, tucking her in and burping her like her mother taught. It seemed weird, but it helped, apparently.

Once again, she tucked the girl in and sang her off to sleep before heading back down.

[Vim]

Vim was halfway through his plate when she came back downstairs. "It's delicious." He complimented. He had taken a leg and half of the front. He drank a goblet of water. "Thank you, Boe."

[Boethiah]

She smiled. At least it wasn't sandwiches again. "No problem, Vim." She got her own plate and ate with him. For a moment it seemed as if she was back with him and Metal and Dotta and Allyssa and all their friends, eating their final meal before battle. But all the fear was gone this time, just happiness remained. It was a good feeling. Almost the same ones she had at the cove.