musings.

[liugan]

An interesting day it has been, indeed.

I've heard the phrase. Parting is such sweet sorrow. Yet I find it ill fitting as much as I find it not.



Little more needs to be said, writer. Patience, and patience, and patience again. Though at this point, one wonders the reason to even try anymore. Where does it all lead? What will we find?

Why waste the effort, when we simply fall back to the start once more, over and over again until we are naught but a fleeting memory?

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[liugan]

[ ... but Sebastian ... isn't ... a mermaid ...

Sometimes, he likes to torture Thor with silence. Not saying a word but calculating each and every possible next step in his mind, eyes watching and studying the other, every twitch of his brow and shiver of his skin. Thor's next move is just as expected, and Loki allows the moment of senility that Thor's hand on his neck in most familiar fashion grants him.

It's funny. It's a gesture he likens to only Thor, the only one who would ever have him by the neck and both corner and care for him at the same time with it. He'd been throttled before, for his more dangerous and distressing pranks, but Thor was the only one who would ever grab ahold of him and drag him along to adventure.

It lasts about as long as expected, and Loki's hand swats Thor's away. ] As comforting as your stubbornness.

You will leave now? Or I will do it myself.

[odinsons]

[ L M A O NO. TO match all the little lokimaids roaming around is all i meant fjklsdfs

ah. perhaps funnily enough (or maybe not even at all), loki tortures thor without silence, with silence... with anything he does. it never used to be this way, but now... now things have just changed. the fact that he no longer knows who stands before him sends him into questioning peril and tears at his heart. loki needn't do anything but exist and it tortures thor still.

all he can do is sigh when loki pushes him away yet again. it was expected and still it fills him with disappointment and a tender sort of grief. it's a small, innocuous thing—touching loki in such a way—and yet it comforts him. loki is still real, still alive, still here. even if all he does is send thor into a flaming taispin. and try as he might to not let his disappointment show, it does. but, he doesn't try to reach out for him again. ]

...Aye. [ there is only but a brief pause. ] For now. I will always come to you... no matter how far, you will not truly leave my sight.

[liugan]

[ ... there are lokimaids roaming around? We were not aware. >.o

There is a part of him that delights in the fact. Knowing that he simply needs to exist, and be that much out of Thor's reach though he could still perhaps physically touch him. But it is always a tenuous hold and Loki can slip through it like wind through the leaves. It's a game, one of the few remaining he can still play. It frustrates them both to no end-- but that's precisely it. There is no end to this.

Because if there ever was- if there was ever Loki without Thor, without conflict, without that accursed other half - Loki ceases to be. If he is without purpose, without an opposing force, what is left for him? Shadow cannot exist without light. ]

Stubborn. [ A quiet remark, almost with a hint of fondness if one is listening close enough. Not restrained by Thor's hand, Loki takes it as his cue to exit, saying nothing more as he turns and walks away. ]