[ perhaps a part of him craves ruin, not just to tear down the walls around him, but also for himself. there are times he wishes to be nothing, but he knows that even if he would pursue it, that he would return as something far worse. there was too much that he had sacrificed to let such a thing happen.
long fingers feather against her arm, leaving little imprints in the skin. the space between them closes subtly, and Loki lingers on it for a moment, his arm resting lazily over her slim shoulders. ]
There is the possibility that I'll be something twisted and wicked, filled with spite. I have memories, you know, scattered among so many things. Sometimes they're vivid, sometimes ... I can barely touch them. They're the same, or they're the same and different, as if I'm watching a former life through the outside.
At times, I remember feeling joy in destruction and pain.
[ for a moment he pauses, like he's trying to understand what he's said. ]
Perhaps it's a relief to entertain the thought that it could be burned away.
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long fingers feather against her arm, leaving little imprints in the skin. the space between them closes subtly, and Loki lingers on it for a moment, his arm resting lazily over her slim shoulders. ]
There is the possibility that I'll be something twisted and wicked, filled with spite. I have memories, you know, scattered among so many things. Sometimes they're vivid, sometimes ... I can barely touch them. They're the same, or they're the same and different, as if I'm watching a former life through the outside.
At times, I remember feeling joy in destruction and pain.
[ for a moment he pauses, like he's trying to understand what he's said. ]
Perhaps it's a relief to entertain the thought that it could be burned away.