Returning home late
Sept 13, 2015 19:23:42 GMT -5
Post by Teja on Sept 13, 2015 19:23:42 GMT -5
By the time Teja got in, she'd gotten off work hours ago. It occurred to her on the way up to their apartment that Loki might have texted her while she was gone - upon checking, she could see that he had. She sighed, expecting to hear a lot from him once she got in. Where had she been, was she all right?
'Johannes von Krolock's in love with me, his son thinks he's never even been like this about a woman before, he told me to get out of his house for fear he'd bite me,' she imagined saying. It only gave her a few seconds' worth of smug satisfaction before making her feel slightly dirty, and very guilty. No matter how angry she was at Loki, she didn't really want to hurt him; she felt badly that it even crossed her mind to do so deliberately. He had to find out eventually, didn't he? It didn't matter. Tomorrow, if she really did go to see Johannes again, she would tell him they were a danger to each other, they shouldn't meet again.
And there was something else, too, something that only hastened the need to break things off: the way she became insipid and shy thinking about those words. That wouldn't do at all. A love confession seemed so terribly out of character for the strict and too-formal and very dangerous predator she had become odd friends with - a man who by all accounts seemed almost bleakly mundane, absurdly middle-aged in any age, and was all the same a talented hunter and manipulator who had ended many lives with the utmost callousness and who did not feel remorse. And somehow, all that only made it charming. In another world, where perhaps Loki had not bit her, where perhaps Johannes had not smelled it hours later in the air and gone wild for fear of hurting her, she thought about trying to to comfort him for the faux pas that had been his kiss - reaching out and touching his hand with her fingers, gently brushing him at first, then entwining hers with his...
Entering her apartment she banished all thoughts from her mind as quickly as she could.
'Johannes von Krolock's in love with me, his son thinks he's never even been like this about a woman before, he told me to get out of his house for fear he'd bite me,' she imagined saying. It only gave her a few seconds' worth of smug satisfaction before making her feel slightly dirty, and very guilty. No matter how angry she was at Loki, she didn't really want to hurt him; she felt badly that it even crossed her mind to do so deliberately. He had to find out eventually, didn't he? It didn't matter. Tomorrow, if she really did go to see Johannes again, she would tell him they were a danger to each other, they shouldn't meet again.
And there was something else, too, something that only hastened the need to break things off: the way she became insipid and shy thinking about those words. That wouldn't do at all. A love confession seemed so terribly out of character for the strict and too-formal and very dangerous predator she had become odd friends with - a man who by all accounts seemed almost bleakly mundane, absurdly middle-aged in any age, and was all the same a talented hunter and manipulator who had ended many lives with the utmost callousness and who did not feel remorse. And somehow, all that only made it charming. In another world, where perhaps Loki had not bit her, where perhaps Johannes had not smelled it hours later in the air and gone wild for fear of hurting her, she thought about trying to to comfort him for the faux pas that had been his kiss - reaching out and touching his hand with her fingers, gently brushing him at first, then entwining hers with his...
Entering her apartment she banished all thoughts from her mind as quickly as she could.