Velocitus & Vikara Relationship

Few relationship among the gods is more perplexing than the union of Velocitus, the god of velocity, and Vikara, the Ice Queen of entropy. A pairing of motion and stillness, chaos and control. He is the uncatchable, she is the immovable. He rushes toward the edge of life and death, and she is the sovereign force that ensures nothing crumbles without her decree.   For centuries, mortals and gods alike have debated how such opposites could remain bound. Velocitus himself offers no clarity. When asked how they met, he provides no less than five different, conflicting stories, none of which align. At times, he swears it was an explosive first encounter "We ran into each other so hard the air split in two!" and at others, he describes something so mundane it feels surreal. "She was drinking tea. It was cold. I asked her why she didn’t heat it up. She said it was fine as it was. I sat down and we just... sat there."   Despite these contradictions, one truth remains consistent: Velocitus adores Vikara. He never states it outright, but it bleeds through his words in the way he casually, almost absentmindedly, brings her up in completely unrelated conversations. He’ll be discussing the recent disaster of Hailey's Comet, then suddenly say, "Vikara would’ve hated that. She doesn’t like when things drift off course." He’ll be arguing over the best way to outrun an avalanche, then pause and add, "Not that Vikara would ever run. She’d just stand there and let it break around her."   His recollections, however, are never cohesive. Unlike the fleeting, high-stakes nature of his worship, the way he speaks of her is shockingly domestic, almost absurdly normal. He talks about her habits, her small preferences, the way she arranges things without ever explaining why. He’ll mention she folds her clothes perfectly, except for one sleeve, always slightly off for no discernible reason. He insists she has a favorite chair, though no one has ever even seen her sit down. These small, almost scatterbrained details paint an unexpected portrait of a god who, for all his boundless speed, has apparently spent centuries paying close attention to the stillest thing in his life.   Yet, when pressed about her disappearance, his tone shifts. He continues speaking about her as if nothing has changed, but the moment conversation lingers on why she left, Velocitus, who has never been stopped by any force in existence, simply walks away. No explanation, no parting words. He does not run. He does not vanish. He just leaves.   As for Vikara, she has never publicly acknowledged their relationship. She neither confirms nor denies it, nor does she rebuke Velocitus’s claims. Yet despite this absence, despite her silence, the way he still talks about her, unprompted, without hesitation, without fail, suggests that whatever bond exists between them remains, even if no one but them truly understands it.