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[deathlessness]

[For a thousand years, Freya has ached for her father.

There were times when she was young that she had dreams of Mikael coming to rescue her, growing progressively more violent as she got older and her hatred of Dahlia grew, up until the point where she was old enough to realize that she was going to have to save herself. She didn't know the lie that Esther would have told her regarding what had happened to their oldest child, but she knew there had to be one, because she knew, knew so certainly that her father would never stand for this kind of injustice.

Her mother had given her away, but her memory of the tenderness of her father was so pristine, so intact, that not even the knowledge of what he had become or how he had hunted her siblings could break that. And now, she had him in front of her, the thing that she had wanted more than anything else for a thousand years, and she has no idea what to say to him.

She is home, finally, after so long, but it is because she has been gone for so long that she no longer knows her place in it.

She lingers in the hotel room for a moment, unsure of what to say or do so she defaults to what comes easiest.]

Can I get you anything?

[She pauses for a moment, before her hand goes to her wrist and she takes a step forward, pushing up the sleeve of her jacket as she goes.]

Are you hungry?