Author: Dravvin Kirk
Post Date: Mon Nov 29, 2010 1:27 pm
Post subject: The Ice Man's Return
Dravvin was a father. He'd fathered four children, two with his last wife and two with his current. The problem was that while he was a father, he wasn't much of a dad. He hadn't been there for Lysander and Isa as they grew up, and unfortunately he'd been dead for most of the time that Cerri and Odin were growing up.
The Elemental had been able to be there for his eldest children when they really needed him. For that he was very happy. It appeared that he wasn't able to be there for his two youngest though. Cerri had run away and no one knew where she'd gone. And as for Odin, well, to say he was disappointed would have been an understatement.
If anyone said that he didn't love Odin as much as he did his other children Dravvin would rip their head off. Odin was his son, and he was very proud of him. The young man had just made some very poor choices lately. Elysia, the Ice Goddess had brought him back to be a "fatherly figure" for his wayward son. She'd told him exactly what had happened while he was gone and truth be told he still wasn't sure how he was going to deal with it.
When they had gotten home, (it was odd that he thought of the place as home already but it was where his family was, so it was home) he'd done what parents for countless of years had done. He sent Odin to his room. Being dead was draining. As Odin went to his room so did Dravvin, he needed some rest. Of course Emily had other plans in store. Twenty years was a long time to wait.
Laying in bed, feeling Emily drift off to sleep, Dravvin decided he needed to talk to the youngest Kirk. He quietly got out of bed and dressed. Making his way down the hall to Odin's room, he knocked on his door. "Odin, can I come in? I think we need to talk." He waited for a moment, but no reply came. Shaking his head the Elemental reached for the handle and opened the door. "I don't mean to be rude son, but we really need to..." looking around, Dravvin realized that his son wasn't there anymore. "Well, hell."
The Elemental had been able to be there for his eldest children when they really needed him. For that he was very happy. It appeared that he wasn't able to be there for his two youngest though. Cerri had run away and no one knew where she'd gone. And as for Odin, well, to say he was disappointed would have been an understatement.
If anyone said that he didn't love Odin as much as he did his other children Dravvin would rip their head off. Odin was his son, and he was very proud of him. The young man had just made some very poor choices lately. Elysia, the Ice Goddess had brought him back to be a "fatherly figure" for his wayward son. She'd told him exactly what had happened while he was gone and truth be told he still wasn't sure how he was going to deal with it.
When they had gotten home, (it was odd that he thought of the place as home already but it was where his family was, so it was home) he'd done what parents for countless of years had done. He sent Odin to his room. Being dead was draining. As Odin went to his room so did Dravvin, he needed some rest. Of course Emily had other plans in store. Twenty years was a long time to wait.
Laying in bed, feeling Emily drift off to sleep, Dravvin decided he needed to talk to the youngest Kirk. He quietly got out of bed and dressed. Making his way down the hall to Odin's room, he knocked on his door. "Odin, can I come in? I think we need to talk." He waited for a moment, but no reply came. Shaking his head the Elemental reached for the handle and opened the door. "I don't mean to be rude son, but we really need to..." looking around, Dravvin realized that his son wasn't there anymore. "Well, hell."