[ Loki has always prided herself on the emotional whiplash. it's always easier to deal with things when those things seemed far less serious than they were. if she could cope, then Dany could cope, right? ]
When have I ever not been quick? [ to get what she wants, anyway. ] I'm wounded.
[ but she likes that tone of voice, the burning embers that threaten to become full flame. renewed as her own fire is kindled, she doesn't dawdle (which is rare, depending on her mood, she likes to make people wait, to want). Dany's always easy to find, probably easier than she'd like to be found, but for Loki, there's not much that's difficult if she's looking. there's a stretch of desert, and in the center the buildings rising abruptly from the sand and stone that was Perdition's Rest. everyone is out and about with their own intentions: the Deemers, the Taraxa, and their mission. Loki's put all of that from her mind, she has something far sweeter to pursue.
when she finds her there's no words exchanged, just a simple grab of the wrist, a juggle of their bodies until they slip behind the nearest ashen wall. with a breathy hum, Loki capturing her lips. in her fearlessness she doesn't seem to care if they're captured, hidden just enough to discourage any casual glances. someone would have to go looking to find them. ]
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When have I ever not been quick? [ to get what she wants, anyway. ] I'm wounded.
[ but she likes that tone of voice, the burning embers that threaten to become full flame. renewed as her own fire is kindled, she doesn't dawdle (which is rare, depending on her mood, she likes to make people wait, to want). Dany's always easy to find, probably easier than she'd like to be found, but for Loki, there's not much that's difficult if she's looking. there's a stretch of desert, and in the center the buildings rising abruptly from the sand and stone that was Perdition's Rest. everyone is out and about with their own intentions: the Deemers, the Taraxa, and their mission. Loki's put all of that from her mind, she has something far sweeter to pursue.
when she finds her there's no words exchanged, just a simple grab of the wrist, a juggle of their bodies until they slip behind the nearest ashen wall. with a breathy hum, Loki capturing her lips. in her fearlessness she doesn't seem to care if they're captured, hidden just enough to discourage any casual glances. someone would have to go looking to find them. ]