Build our Story - Roleplay - Chapter 4 New beginnings

[Boethiah]

Boethiah wasn't able to speak because before she knew it, his lips were on hers again. He was right. Everything was okay when they kissed. The world could be exploding beneath them and it wouldn't matter.

[Vim]

He pulled away again. The sun was setting. "We need to go home." He said, "Now that the wedding is moved up we'll be a lot more busy..." He looked down. "We probably will be really busy with preparations."

[Boethiah]

Her smile faded and she looked down. That's what she was running from. Not from him or the marriage. Or anything. It was commitment. Life long commitment. "I don't know why we need them," she mumbled. "We get along just fine and it isn't like we hate being around each other...why do they have to make it like we were complete strangers?"

[Vim]

"Tradition." Said Vim. "There are a lot of them. I have to break into a crypt and you have to take a bath with a bunch of women and we have to sacrifice an animal..." His voice trailed off. "And then there are the witnesses." He said, shuddering. "I hate them all. Ugh. Stupid traditions."

[Boethiah]

Tradition was the thing holding them to this? Yeah, and it was also a tradition or old rule that Vikings killed dragons. Yet look at them now. "We can start our own traditions...Berk's changing and gods, why not change with it?"

[Vim]

He shook his head slowly. "It's not worth that much of a fight." He said. Then he kissed her again. "Besides.... I'm kind of looking forward to it." He smiled as he went over to Thorntail. "I'll see you soon." He promised. "Sleep well." He flew off towards his house as she flew to hers.

[Boethiah]

She was too. It was just everything in between to worry about. She waved him off and got on Zirth. Easily, she could keep flying and run away from commitment like she had kept doing. But that would abandon Metal and her friends and Vim and her family. Everything she had would be gone. And now, in the middle of everything, she couldn't risk it. So she flew back to Berk and took the long way home, heading towards the healer's hut. Once outside of it, she got off of Zirth and headed inside, hoping that Metal was alive and well. Or at least, better.

((*rolls off to sleep because school prep*))

[oldrockgod]

Metal looked up he didn't smile, snear, laugh or cry he was expressionless as the day he arrived, he saw boethiah standing there she had been crying her eyes were red and tears were evident but he dismissed it,
"so how long do I have before I need to leave Berk?"

[Vim]

Vim decided he wasn't tired and followed Boethiah to the Healers. When he saw Metal in there he nodded at him. "Hey." He said, "I think... we need to talk."

[Boethiah]

She tried smiling at Metal and turned behind to see Vim. And she nodded when she looked back at Metal. "First of all, are you feeling better or are you going to become a bloody mess again?"

[oldrockgod]

Metal looked from boethiah to Vim, no emotion evident in anything he did, except his hand tightened round his Bow. "I already know what you did..... I'm dead ... And if I don't leave" he stood up and put his bow round his shoulder "your going to be in a lot of trouble"

[Boethiah]

"Metal, just...just hear us out okay?" She looked at Vim and nudged him. This was his idea after all. He should explain what the plan was.

[Vim]

He gently put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back onto the bed. "You're no going anywhere, yet. You need to recover or I'll just have to come save your sorry hide again." He teased, "Nobody knows what you look like without that mask. And..." He pulled a bundle of clothes from his bag, "And if you stop wearing black you'll look just like any other student."

[oldrockgod]

Metal pondered this before replying "stoick knows what I look like as when you told him I was here you used my name and not black wanderer" metal shook his head "it wouldn't work"

[Vim]

"Metal is dead." Said Vim, "But you aren't. New clothes, new name, new hair. It's going to work."