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Post by Teja on Feb 14, 2012 23:32:09 GMT -5
She made a little whimpery sad sound. "I'm sorry," she said miserably.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 14, 2012 23:32:52 GMT -5
"So am I."
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Post by Teja on Feb 14, 2012 23:34:13 GMT -5
"What for? Coming here?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 14, 2012 23:41:54 GMT -5
"Yes. Hurting you."
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Post by Teja on Feb 14, 2012 23:56:05 GMT -5
"Don't think about it," she said awkwardly.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 15, 2012 0:30:44 GMT -5
He hesitated for a moment, then leaned down to cup her face in his fingerless-gloved hands and very tenderly kiss her.
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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 0:38:44 GMT -5
She wrapped her arms around his slim figure.
Somehow here, in Antarctica of all places, discussing his monster heritage with the sun glinting off of the curved gold horns, his skin nearly as pale as the landscape, it was more obvious than ever that he was not human, in spite of the glamour he wore. In fact she had never been more aware of it, oddly enough, even though, under other circumstances, she'd be able to see him in comparison to others of her own race.
But it only made him more alone, a stark solitary figure with a desperate craving for companionship. He wasn't truly a jotun but he'd never be an Asgardian - and certainly he would never be a man. He was like the terrifying structure of Karnak, one thing constructed to form against an alien wilderness. And that only made her love him more - or rather, it made her want to even more, knowing that even though she would never fill a void which seemed then to be as large as this continent when she was so very small, at least there would be one thing in the vast space inside of himself that he could cling to, even if he had to avoid much of the foreign and dangerous terrain.
She kissed him back, beginning to tear up.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 15, 2012 0:46:53 GMT -5
After their lips parted, Loki held Teja in silence, staring across the blank emptiness of the tundra.
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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 0:49:41 GMT -5
"...we're completely alone for miles and miles," she said in a tiny, terrified whisper.
How could Adrian stand this? What kind of man must Veidt be, to be here in this vast howling space and not feel frightened to the core of his being at the alienation?
She recalled a line from some interview she'd read with him - "you might say, I've always been alone..." - and something inside of her shrivelled at the sudden realization of what that could mean.
She clung to Loki, grip tightening.
She wasn't afraid of him. He was, in fact, the only reassurance from the great nothing around them.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 15, 2012 0:51:27 GMT -5
"I can take you back-"
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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 0:52:42 GMT -5
She buried her face uneasily against his chest, pushing this away not because she didn't want to go home, but because going home after that realization would be giving in to her panic. She didn't want to. She wanted to deny that she felt this at all.
"It's nothing, it's nothing..."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 15, 2012 0:56:46 GMT -5
He looked around uneasily.
"It's... not as different from falling as you'd think."
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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 0:57:58 GMT -5
"What?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 15, 2012 1:00:14 GMT -5
"...Thor says he hasn't seen me in thirty years," Loki said blankly. "All I know is I... fell..."
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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 1:02:13 GMT -5
And that hit just as hard, if not harder, than the old Veidt quotation.
"Oh," she said, a little cry, a mewling noise, nowhere near adequate enough to express the pain she felt knowing he had experienced that.
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