[there's no wince at the deliberate touch. there's also no fight to keep her away. a mixed bag.]
Oh, not wine. Much sterner stuff. Bread in a glass, if they have it.
[which will, tragically, probably actually help quite a bit to bring the color back into his cheeks and urge resilience back into his bones. it wasn't overly refined or remotely clever, but it had worked before and would almost certainly work again.
if, of course, he could convince his body to make it the rest of the way to the nearest pint of ale.
do his legs even lift? usually. his own body weight, at least. now, one hand reaches with a certain insistence for one of jude's, not to be pulled up but certainly to stabilize against the slight sway that had sent him to sitting in the first place.]
You had best. I take the matter of payment seriously.
( bland and unserious — no creature would call jude civilized when faerie considers her the worst of beasts among the worst beasts, treacherous and treasonous both. still, it carries some inherent note of something ominous, with her (horrible, beloved) natural talent for making any word out of her mouth resemble a threat. (and it's not entirely without basis, beside; one's sworn word is more valued as currency than regular gold, in elfhame. she has no choice but to hold a promise, no matter how small or flippantly given, in high regard.)
no drink touched by magic, either, she might add, if she were keen to engage her paranoia today. as it stands, she holds her tongue (a miracle in its own right), and focuses on the twitch of her hand beneath his. it steadies a moment later, turning over to grasp his with a tight sword-grip, bracing, clearly more equipped to hold a weapon than a hand. the tip of her ring finger is, as ever, missing. )
Should I needle a guess? ( not one to ask for permission so much as take it for herself, there's no wait for an explanation. simply, ) Overzealous sparring today?
[honestly, being clamped down on indelicately is for the best. it gives a good point of leverage for loki to heft himself upright, almost as naturally as if he were doing it entirely under his own power.
there is, of course, the question of what to do with their hands once he's up. shaking free is the natural consideration, but then again, flailing after her later if his legs give up the ghost seems a touch more undignified.]
Thor's got his eye on someone new, it seems. [who cared to keep up with the other prince's attention? not this one.] He always gets a bit puffy when he's trying to impress.
[doubling down has its own risks. they are, apparently, the ones loki is more willing to take. with a bit of wary tension, he shifts in her grip toward linking their arms, in the casual way asgardians sometimes chose to walk side by side (if, admittedly, with far more weight on jude than was necessarily normal for able-bodied walking).]
I have to assume that throwing someone slower, weaker, and smaller through a few walls is quite the in thing with his current crowd.
the things you do to me with your words, sweetheart I swear but I could never stand you keeping so far apart from me, my darling my heart would ache endlessly for your touch
( had he always felt this sappy toward those he's fallen for? things certainly seem far more intense now than they've ever been before, but any reason for why escapes. this is who completes him. that is all he knows. )
well I guess I don't really know since you'd never said directly but surely cleverness is prized by a god of mischief?
@meforsaken
How wonderfully encouraging x
Is trying to be unbothered not twice as exhausting?
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have i shown you what i looked like when i was younger? SO many stress lines, greying hair, rotting teeth, the works
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[please don't be a lack of dramatics he won't survive]
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Oh, go on. Allow yourself to be a bit exceptional xx
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@timeanalyst
It's easier when the truth's already nice.
You'd have to forgive me for being incredulous.
thank yoooou
Not a whole lot of excitement. Pretty samey after a few centuries.
That changed once you showed up.
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50 years later with coffee sorry sorry hope you've been well bb ❤️
ilu ilu~~ :3
ilu!!
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@counterstep
I wouldn't mind a turn at being the favorite either.
Surely you've better things to do.
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well
fwiw
I much prefer your company
which is also why I'd rather spend my evening with you, if I have the choice to
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give him a few moments with that, honestly]
Where are you, then?
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@steely
[there's no wince at the deliberate touch. there's also no fight to keep her away. a mixed bag.]
Oh, not wine. Much sterner stuff. Bread in a glass, if they have it.
[which will, tragically, probably actually help quite a bit to bring the color back into his cheeks and urge resilience back into his bones. it wasn't overly refined or remotely clever, but it had worked before and would almost certainly work again.
if, of course, he could convince his body to make it the rest of the way to the nearest pint of ale.
do his legs even lift? usually. his own body weight, at least. now, one hand reaches with a certain insistence for one of jude's, not to be pulled up but certainly to stabilize against the slight sway that had sent him to sitting in the first place.]
But I'll buy you something civilized to sip on.
my savior from captcha
( bland and unserious — no creature would call jude civilized when faerie considers her the worst of beasts among the worst beasts, treacherous and treasonous both. still, it carries some inherent note of something ominous, with her (horrible, beloved) natural talent for making any word out of her mouth resemble a threat. (and it's not entirely without basis, beside; one's sworn word is more valued as currency than regular gold, in elfhame. she has no choice but to hold a promise, no matter how small or flippantly given, in high regard.)
no drink touched by magic, either, she might add, if she were keen to engage her paranoia today. as it stands, she holds her tongue (a miracle in its own right), and focuses on the twitch of her hand beneath his. it steadies a moment later, turning over to grasp his with a tight sword-grip, bracing, clearly more equipped to hold a weapon than a hand. the tip of her ring finger is, as ever, missing. )
Should I needle a guess? ( not one to ask for permission so much as take it for herself, there's no wait for an explanation. simply, ) Overzealous sparring today?
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there is, of course, the question of what to do with their hands once he's up. shaking free is the natural consideration, but then again, flailing after her later if his legs give up the ghost seems a touch more undignified.]
Thor's got his eye on someone new, it seems. [who cared to keep up with the other prince's attention? not this one.] He always gets a bit puffy when he's trying to impress.
[doubling down has its own risks. they are, apparently, the ones loki is more willing to take. with a bit of wary tension, he shifts in her grip toward linking their arms, in the casual way asgardians sometimes chose to walk side by side (if, admittedly, with far more weight on jude than was necessarily normal for able-bodied walking).]
I have to assume that throwing someone slower, weaker, and smaller through a few walls is quite the in thing with his current crowd.
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@bridgertons
This was a subject of some debate for hours last night.
But I suspect you're right.
yesss sorry for my delay
never a rush <3
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@aspolyhymnia
Just try not to get too much moonlight on it and I'm sure it will mostly be fine xxx
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@counterstep
If all you did was look at me from a distance, ástkær, I would not be disappointed.
[too much? too late, so.]
Is that what you think I crave?
gimme 👀
the things you do to me with your words, sweetheart
I swear
but I could never stand you keeping so far apart from me, my darling
my heart would ache endlessly for your touch
( had he always felt this sappy toward those he's fallen for? things certainly seem far more intense now than they've ever been before, but any reason for why escapes. this is who completes him. that is all he knows. )
well
I guess I don't really know since you'd never said directly
but surely cleverness is prized by a god of mischief?
(ˆ ³ ˆ)♥
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shhh ilu is okay bb 😚
ty ty ;;
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@asgardianss
What, no taunting initial guesses?
Easier, certainly, but I'm hardly about to drag myself out of bed and get them myself.
Re: @asgardianss
So.
This is laziness then?
On both counts?
BROTHER. Put in the little effort.
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