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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 20:46:34 GMT -5
They stayed like that for a while, with him nestling his chin just above her head. The gesture was both rather endearing and slightly disturbing in its childishness, as was the slightly distressed sound he made as he tightened his grip a little.
He was painfully aware of how ludicrous he must have looked, his natural form stuffed incogruously into a fine Midgardian suit he specifically planned to look good in.
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 21:01:30 GMT -5
He held her a bit too tightly for comfort and she squirmed a bit to acheive a more bearable position, but she felt needed and loved. And she felt, a bit for the first time, like she had a true purpose outside of herself. She'd been in love before - and it had been a disastrous affair - but the flaws of the beloved had been irritants or quirks then. Lukas was broken - it wasn't even that he needed to be fixed, just that the pieces needed to be cradled by someone who valued them even though they weren't whole. It seemed that he'd only been viewed for his purpose - that he'd been a delicate vase to hold a plant, and had shattered. In pieces, useless.
In other words, it was as she'd said: he had been loved conditionally. She planned to change that.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 21:07:37 GMT -5
"Can I keep you?" he whispered.
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 21:12:25 GMT -5
She turned her head to kiss his throat; it was nearest.
"I'm yours."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 21:27:08 GMT -5
Good news for Robert Ashton, then, he considered. He could alter the block he'd put on his mind a bit later this week, and William and Linda would probably be pleased to be released to their own collaborators' wits earlier than planned.
It was amazing what people were willing to agree to. Be chess pieces for a few months in exchange for a place of honor later.
His eyelids fluttered when she kissed him.
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 21:32:09 GMT -5
She wrapped her arms around him snugly.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 21:40:05 GMT -5
"I doubt they even miss me," he said after a long silence.
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 21:46:19 GMT -5
"Their loss is..." She paused, then nuzzled him and whispered, "....a very happy rest of my life."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 21:47:23 GMT -5
"I've... done things," he muttered.
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 21:49:43 GMT -5
Her stomach turned, for once not in a good way. "....what have you done, Lukas?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 21:52:09 GMT -5
"All I wanted was to prove I could be as good as my brother-" he began defensively.
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 21:58:00 GMT -5
...she wasn't sure she was ready to know the details.
"You're better," she said desperately.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 22:15:07 GMT -5
It all sort of came spilling out, albeit in a somewhat censored version in which none of the characters had names, the places went unspecified. But it nevertheless spilled out, from the very start- his father, kind and distant and always a little disappointed, revealed to have only wanted a bargaining chip when he adopted a son. His real father, who when confronted seemed.disgusted that his son could have grown up to be this.
It really all filtered down to his brother, though. The girl he'd hoped for through most of his childhood and adolescence scorned him one time too many, and in his anger he had cut at her hair while she slept until there wasn't anything left worth speaking of-
"He liked her better after that. Nothing came of it- he had women enough- but all it did was push her closer to him-"
His brother's friends didn't come off much better in the telling.
"...very useful for if they needed getting out of trouble, but if that failed, or I ended up catching the brunt of the aftermath, then it was hilarious..."
His mother occupied a more complicated place; he seemed very fond of her but there was still that note of betrayal in his voice.
"The last I saw her, she was looking at me in horror. Right after she embraced my brother..."
He was rocketing along, stream of consciousness. The reason for said horror was conspicuously absent.
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 22:18:20 GMT -5
She stroked his hair and clung to him, the extent to which he was broken horrifying and obvious, her own inability to think of words to soothe or reassure him, frankly, humiliating.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 22:26:27 GMT -5
As the stories moved closer to the present, they became darker and darker, and his voice shakier.
"...didn't want him to die, but if he were- he had no business being king! He was arrogant and so stupid and... and I would have had no one..."
"...him or me, and I chose myself..."
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