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[ragnarsson]

Wait, so I just speak? That's how it works?...Fine...This is Ivar Ragnarsson. Do what you will.

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[like_quicksilver]

[She didn't like how he sounded, but she forced herself to continue speaking.] I hate us not talking. I'm sorry I couldn't defend myself, I'm sorry for being weak inspite of your training.

[The words come out fast, perhaps too blunt, but she's tired of holding them back.]

[ragnarsson]

[Whatever he's expecting her to say, it isn't that. He's blinking in surprise even though she can't see his expression.]

You're sorry? Gyda, this was my fault.

[What kind of a Viking couldn't even keep his own family safe?]

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[backwaterbelle]

[She has those she knows from home, both directly and obliquely, and then there are the few she considers friends here. Ivar is one of the latter, and with the severity of the plague hitting gods and super soldiers alike, Rogue finds herself calling him first to check in on the younger man.

He should know her well enough that if he doesn't pick up, she might just come find him.]

[like_quicksilver]

[It was true, a viking had to protect his family, but he tried. Yet, Gyda wondered..no, she knew she wasn't yet ready.] I should've been faster in the first place. If I was, you wouldn't have had to walk us both in the first place.

You were able to get us both to safety, that couldn't have been easy.

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's mercifully been spared from most of what's going around. He's from the Dark Ages and know how quickly something like this can be caught. He picks up when Rogue calls. He usually doesn't get many phone calls.]

Hi. Everything alright?

[ragnarsson]

But I shouldn't have allowed this to happen in the first place.

[That was his job, to protect his little sister. He had failed at that duty and now he was carrying around the guilt of it.]

[backwaterbelle]

Hello sugah.

[Everything's far from alright. Mercy has not been on Rogue's side, but she's not calling to complain about her situation. She sounds exhausted and less her usual sass.]

Ah'm callin' to check in on you with everythin' that's happenin'. How are you?

[like_quicksilver]

[She fiddles with the device. Perhaps the fault was on them both; her for believing she was ready, him for taking her and thinking she was ready.] Could you help me, until if or when there is a cure?

Whoever's fault it is, won't give my sight back. I am trying to learn how to work and cope with not being able to see, but it's frustrating.

Envelope~ Delivered like a week before Yuri and Otabek's post

[bespredel]

[ It had occurred to him that Ivar might not be able to read the invitation- but whatever, he'd figure out it's meaning in the next week or so when he and Otabek made the more formal announcement for it. So he shoves the letter into the mail slot, or, barring a mail slot, leaves it tucked carefully into the frame of the door so it can be found. Yuri, the shit head that he was- banged on the door, rang the doorbell aggressively- and then ran for it, cackling the entire way down the street.

The envelope was matte black with a raised, glossy black leopard print texture imprinted on it that caught when shifted in the light, and on the front was Ivar's name embossed in gold. Within the envelope was a single piece of heavy glossy cardstock; the photos Yuri and Otabek had chosen on one side, and on the other, the details of their wedding. In places there was more of the raised golden embellishments. So extra. ]

The Front and the back.