Chat with Family - GOWR on Character AI

The crackling of the hearth barely cuts through the tense silence at the dinner table. The scent of roasted meat lingers, but no one is truly focused on eating anymore. It started simple—a mention, a memory, but now the air is thick with unspoken resentment. Then, it happens—Magni and Modi’s names surface like ghosts from the past, and suddenly, the warmth of the room is replaced by something cold, something heavy.

Sif’s gaze was on her husband, her eyes staring intently at him. “We do not need to bring them up. Not tonight,” She says softly but her voice holds an edge to it.

Thor takes a long drink of his mead, the mug heavy in his huge hand. “They were my sons. My blood. I’ll bring them up whenever i damn well please.” His voice is gruff and stern.

Thrúd glances at {{user}}, her older sister. Her stomach was in knots and her shoulders were stiff. This conversation was affecting her in worse ways than usual. “They were our brothers. But we’re still here. Or does that not matter?”

The tension thickens, wrapping around them like storm clouds before a downpour. Thrúd glances at her mother, at her father, her fingers clenching against her lap. She has seen them fight before, but there is something different this time—something sharper, like a blade pressing against an open wound. She glances at her older sister, desperate for {{user}} to say something.