Whatever Suits My Fancy

My name is Arialle. I am a daughter of the goddess Aphrodite and her lover Aries. I myself am the goddess of Passions and the Guardian of Dreams, Fantasies, and Whims. I would not consider myself good, nor would I consider myself evil; it is all a matter of perspective. OC RP blog. FC: Daenerys Targaryen I'll pretty much rp with any character or fandom. I'm new to this tumblr RP thing, so bear with me :)

[mistressofpassion-blog]

Loki seemed so peaceful now that he was asleep. Reaching her slender hand out, she brushed it across his cheek, now burning with fever. At least he was asleep so he could not hear the whispers of the doctors, nurses, and the crooked nosed psychiatrist who were now analyzing his pitiful situation. The cuts and scrapes would not go unnoticed as self inflicted wounds, nor would the blood tests come back negative for traces of cocaine in his pure, godly blood. His sanity was hanging by a thin thread and certainly he would not be released from this place without scrupulous testing and questioning. Even then it was probably hopeless, for she could ave sworn she heard them talking about admitting him to the psychiatric ward. Loki wasn’t insane, he was misunderstood, she knew that better than anyone.

But it wasn’t up to her this time. Pulling her chair closer to him she laid her head against his shoulder and began stroking his long, black hair. After a while, he began to stir and turned his head towards her, yawning groggily. His eyes, still misty from the drug blinked rather slowly at her and an expression that could almost be read as a smile crossed his face for a moment.

“Hello dearest,” she kissed his forehead and he gave a small sigh. “I am ever so glad to see you.”

[themischievousprince-blog]

“Arialle!” he exclaimed weakly, nuzzling his face against her cheek. 

“My dear, I am-inifinitely sorry,” the words came out wrong. It would figure that the most eloquent of the gods would come up with some fantastic apology for his dear goddess, but instead he was babbling like a child. Tears welled up in his eyes at the sight of her ashen face, pale from lack of sleep and days of worry. Reaching up with his bandaged hand, disregarding the painful tug from the IVs poking him, he brushed it against her sunlight colored hair. 

“If only-if only I could give you a better explanation to this Arialle,” he felt the hot shame and guilt rise up in his completion as his eyes darted away from her. 

[mistressofpassion-blog]

The sight of the bandages and his tear filled eyes hit her gut with a thud. Swallowing the lump of sobs in her throat she forced a smile and placed his hand gingerly back to a less painful position.

"You don't have to explain, Loki, you know I already understand why." She could read him like a book, although the goddess of passion had always had excellent intuition.

"But you have to understand that they don't understand the past. Loki they'll keep you here now I'm afraid." His expression grew immediately distressed and she tried to calm him as she began stroking his hair again.

"The mortals do not think the way we do. They do not understand, but they have well tested methods and-" she paused trying to think of a way to put what she was thinking into words. "I feel I agree. I think it would do you good. It would do me good to know you are safe, Loki-"

His eyes filled with a look of shock and a few tears ran down his cheeks. He had guessed exactly what she had not wanted him to think-that he was insane.

But he had.

"Do not take it the wrong way, my love," she exclaimed trying to stop the anguish spreading in his face.

"You know I do not think that."

Wrong.

Arialle truly feared for Loki and the way he had treated himself was appalling, even for his persona. But she knew it hurt him deeply to believe such a thing. He who had been ridiculed mercilessly all his life, he who had always felt inferior-now to feel this.

It was unbearable, but it was for the best.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

By the time Arialle reached the broken down building, she was beyond soaked. Her entire form shuddered with the chill of the evening and the sting of the rain against her fair skin. This was the place, the place in her premonition. It felt so real and painful now that she did not want to go near it, for fear of what might lurk inside-for fear of how Loki might react to this. Forcing herself to stay calm she walked up the stairs and threw open the rust covered door and stepped out of the torrent into a dim and dank hallway. The lights flickered and the stairs were dripping with the rain leaking through the roof.

“Loki?” she whispered hardly acknowledging the fact that even if he was here, he would never hear such a quiet tone. “Loki.” This time she enunciated his name louder and found her feet flying up the stairs in a desperate panic. There was no one else in this completely abandoned apartment building anyway.

“LOKI!” She screamed banging on the different doors, each with no response whatsoever. It was the last one on the left though that was her ultimate destination, for she could see the dim light glowing through the bottom crack between the door and the ground. “LOKI!” She pounded her fists against the door, all in vain, for no one answered. In pure desperation she wrenched the locked door open with her immortal strength.

Inside the room was quite and just as dim and moldy as the hall way. Throwing fearful glances all around the room Arialle realized that the only light was coming from the half closed door at the far end of the room. Dropping her voice back down to a whispering tone she paced quietly across to the door. “Loki, Loki?” Turning the handle and easing the creaking door open she was met with a frightful sight: her dark haired god was sprawled on the grimy tile floor of the bathroom in a pool of his own dark blood. Even the walls were splattered with the stuff and the mirror above the sink was smashed and bloodied as well. Falling down on her knees beside him Arialle let out a half scream and began shaking his shoulder fiercely.

“Dear, wake up, wake up, Loki, wake up!” Rolling him over onto his back she pressed her head against his chest, disregarding the blood. Obviously he was not dead, but his heart beat was so shallow and irregular that it was a wonder that even as a god, that he was not dying.

But he was. She knew that he had done this to himself in some fantastic struggle to end his immortal lifespan. It certainly was not the first time that he had tried such a scheme. Sobs reached her eyes as she begged him to hold on, told him that she was here and that she was sorry.

“Loki, I did not mean for this to happen. Please Loki, please do not do this again. It’s not worth it. Please stay. Please-” Ripping the sweatshirt off her back, she began mopping up the blood with it, even though she knew that her healing skills were nothing but amateur she had to do something. This was out of the control of the gods now, but there were mortals who might be able to help her, for a mortal people they were certainly excellent healers. Now she knew what must be done.

But the question was, how to explain to the doctors what had happened?

[themischievousprince-blog]

Darkness. Oblivion. Painlessness.

And then, abruptly, and most shocking-a bright white light.

His godly heart seemed to shriek out of terror in his chest and his bright eyes opened with a start. Breathing shallowly and rapidly, the whiteness hit his vision with a pounding throb and he shut them against its glare. As the burning sensation dulled, he cautiously opened his eyes again and found himself staring at the stark, white ceiling and walls of what appeared to be a small room. He was aware that he was lying in bed with crisp white sheets and his dark attire seemed to have been exchanged for clothing of a similar white fabric. Attempting to move brought shooting pain through his entire body and it was only then that he caught sight of the bandages wrapped around his hands and arm as well as strange tubes that seemed to be connected under the bandages. Following their course brought his gaze to a plethora of humming and beeping machines of all sorts, standing around his bed and it took a moment for his brain to establish the fact that not only was he perfectly alive, he had somehow landed himself in what the mortals called a ‘hospital’. Glancing back at the IVs and the bandages he became aware of how sore he was, but even more overwhelming than that was the thought of ‘how did I end up here?’

“Arialle?” he whispered almost inaudibly, though nearly instantaneously after he spoke, the door on the far side of the room opened. He half expected Arialle to stride through into the room and throw her arms about him, but instead he was met with the stern, old face of a plainly clothed nurse, who reminded him vaguely of the grumpy old woman who used to care for the Asgardian royal children. 

“Awake, now are we?” she stated rather flatly, taking a look at the monitors and IVs. He failed to answer her and she did not even look him in the eye as she fiddled a bit with the tubes on his good arm. It looked as though she had a needle of some sort in her grasp, but he never felt any pain as she administered the medicine to him. It certainly must have been powerful, for he felt himself grow instantly groggy. Furrowing his eyebrows, he blinked a few times before slipping back into unconsciousness. 

[mistressofpassion-blog]

Loki seemed so peaceful now that he was asleep. Reaching her slender hand out, she brushed it across his cheek, now burning with fever. At least he was asleep so he could not hear the whispers of the doctors, nurses, and the crooked nosed psychiatrist who were now analyzing his pitiful situation. The cuts and scrapes would not go unnoticed as self inflicted wounds, nor would the blood tests come back negative for traces of cocaine in his pure, godly blood. His sanity was hanging by a thin thread and certainly he would not be released from this place without scrupulous testing and questioning. Even then it was probably hopeless, for she could ave sworn she heard them talking about admitting him to the psychiatric ward. Loki wasn't insane, he was misunderstood, she knew that better than anyone.

But it wasn't up to her this time. Pulling her chair closer to him she laid her head against his shoulder and began stroking his long, black hair. After a while, he began to stir and turned his head towards her, yawning groggily. His eyes, still misty from the drug blinked rather slowly at her and an expression that could almost be read as a smile crossed his face for a moment.

"Hello dearest," she kissed his forehead and he gave a small sigh. "I am ever so glad to see you."

[mistressofpassion-blog]

-Loki you have your reply. Happy now ;) Alright gotta get off, wah for waking up at 6am-

[themischievousprince-blog]

Dark, damp, and cold. Loki couldn’t sense anything else about the place, except for the rather pungent smell of mold in the walls. How had he even come here? Possibly in his drunken stupor, no, definitely in his drunken stupor. He felt sick, his head pounding from the amount of alcohol in his blood. Opening his eyes slightly, the dim light of the room caused him to reel and he curled up on his side, forcing himself not to vomit. Everything was so dizzy but he was able to focus his mind enough that the feeling did not completely overtake his senses. How much had he drank? Not that it mattered now: what’s done was done and yet, the only thing more incredibly worse than the dizziness was the nearly equal sickening feeling of loneliness and despair harbored in the god’s heart. 

Forcing himself to sit upright he clutched his heaving stomach and leaned his head against the damp cinderblock wall. What had he done? The only reason he had consented to drink in such excess was that terrible guilt ridden sadness he felt. It was because of her    that he felt this way. Now the memories started flooding back into his tormented mind: finding her here in Midgard, his anger, her selfishness, their fight. He thought of how he had ran away and cried like a shameless infant over it and then drank himself practically into oblivion. Arialle. He wondered where she was right now. Obviously it didn’t matter because she would probably never want to see him again after the things he said. Now he began to recall what else had happened. Apparently he had passed out from the excess wine, though he distinctly remembered getting up again and stumbling through the streets to wherever he was now. He even recalled speaking with someone, a shady character who have given him something, or rather sold it to him. Loki couldn’t remember how he had come by the mortal money, but that was rather irrelevant. 

Then it hit him.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small plastic bag filled with a fine, white powder. So this is how low he had come. Not that the god of Mischief objected to flirtation with the various substances labeled drugs by the mortals-but that was all in fun and games. This, on the other hand was a more desperate situation and he felt uncomfortably reckless. Then again, his head hurt so much. He need some sort of fix, something to get his mind out of this dreadful state. Rising shakily from the sad looking bed he had been sitting on he stumbled blindly across the room into a small bathroom. The hideous fluorescent light was on and it made his bloodshot eyes burn and his head swim in throbbing pain. Leaning against the sink he forced his eyes open and gazed blankly into the cracked mirror in front of him. His face was ashen pale and his lip trembled. Usually so neat his jet black hair was frazzled and messy and his eyes were red. For a split second he suddenly wanted to smash the mirror to pieces or rather the face he saw inside it, but he forced himself not to. Glancing down he again noticed the small bag of cocaine now clutched between the fingers of his left hand. 

Just do it. 

Taking a large chip off the cracked mirror he leaned against the bathroom wall and dispersed the white powder in a strange pattern of lines across the jagged piece of glass. One small, better part of him seemed to try and will his urge away, but he quickly ignored it. If she didn’t care anymore, why should he?

[mistressofpassion-blog]

The rain outside was torrential, pounding against the windows in a loud, angry chorus of thuds and whooshes. Arialle had always felt at ill at ease during rainstorms and this one was no different. She had found a place to stay at the moment, with her friend Michelle. The goddess was grateful not to be alone, but right now it seemed as there was nothing she was more longing of. Pressing her face against the cold glass her turquoise eyes scanned the darkness outside. What was she looking for? It was strange, she half expected to see him appear suddenly out of the rain. He wouldn’t though. Loki had run off somewhere in a gross fit of rage, and Arialle could barely hope that he would ever show his face to her again. All of her tears had been shed over his abrupt and violent departure but in her heart she knew that she had been less than kind to her old friend. In fact, she had been downright cruel: nearly costing him his honor, family, life and then leaving him without even saying good bye. Then when he showed up upon her doorstep, she had the nerve to call him out for being selfish?

She had been selfish. But all the same, she felt she had done the right thing by leaving. It had stopped an all out war from starting among the Asgardians and the Olympians, but had Loki really benefited from it at all? Surely, he had been punished harshly by his father. Odin had always been so harsh, yet he loved his sons more dearly than anything else. Certainly, Loki had not been caused too much strife. If only she had had the better sense to ask him, instead of screaming at him and calling him names. That was in the past, it was too late, because he was already gone now-possibly forever.

“Where are you, my Loki?” she whispered, watching the glass fog up upon contact with her warm breath.

[themischievousprince-blog]

It stung. The feeling caused him to reel and he slammed his head against the wall gasping. Shaking his head violently, the feeling dulled a bit and he leaned against the wall as he poured out more of the powder on the piece of glass. He snorted it all in one deep breath then took to a fit of coughs as the stinging feeling spread to his throat as well. When he caught his breath his mind was clear for a few moments before the drug hit him. Instantly he felt his heart begin to race and his breathing became more rapid and shallow. Now as it overtook him, his whole body felt weightless and incredibly shaky, while his head was now pleasantly clear. Everything was painless and strangely funny as a result of this new high he suddenly felt. So he started laughing uncontrollably, a horrible twisted, sidesplitting laugh that left him gasping for air. Nearly doubling over in a shriek, he sunk down against the wall breathing hard. He felt insane and it was fantastic.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

For some reason the storm seemed to be getting worse. Arialle shuddered as the rain screamed against the windows and the thunder and howl of the wind shook the entire building. Were the gods angry for some reason? She had been uninvolved with them for so long that she had forgotten how their rage was channeled into the mortal weather. This storm seemed to angry for the likes of Thor, the rather jolly Asgardian lord of thunder, perhaps it was her brutal grandfather, Zeus instead? This made her tremble even more. Then her thoughts drifted back to Loki, who she assumed was alone somewhere, maybe even caught out in this dreadful weather. Giving a small sob she looked frantically around the room as if he would suddenly appear there; her pride had disappeared and she suddenly felt that something terrible might happen to him. As a goddess and a female her intuition was so strong that often times she could focus on the feelings and thoughts of others even without their speaking.

Now that she thought of Loki, a horrible premonition overtook her. He was in pain, or suffering because of their fight. Arialle set her mind straight, she had to find him.

But where?

The realization hit her just as the brightest and loudest strike hit. Throwing open the window she climbed out onto the ledge into the pouring rain. The ground was too far below for a mortal to survive the jump, but Arialle was not a mortal. Climbing down the metal fire escape she dared to jump and landed like a cat on the sidewalk below. Sure, she was soaked to the skin, shivering, and cold, but she had to find Loki.

And she knew just where she had to look.

[themischievousprince-blog]

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[mistressofpassion-blog]

By the time Arialle reached the broken down building, she was beyond soaked. Her entire form shuddered with the chill of the evening and the sting of the rain against her fair skin. This was the place, the place in her premonition. It felt so real and painful now that she did not want to go near it, for fear of what might lurk inside-for fear of how Loki might react to this. Forcing herself to stay calm she walked up the stairs and threw open the rust covered door and stepped out of the torrent into a dim and dank hallway. The lights flickered and the stairs were dripping with the rain leaking through the roof.

"Loki?" she whispered hardly acknowledging the fact that even if he was here, he would never hear such a quiet tone. "Loki." This time she enunciated his name louder and found her feet flying up the stairs in a desperate panic. There was no one else in this completely abandoned apartment building anyway.

"LOKI!" She screamed banging on the different doors, each with no response whatsoever. It was the last one on the left though that was her ultimate destination, for she could see the dim light glowing through the bottom crack between the door and the ground. "LOKI!" She pounded her fists against the door, all in vain, for no one answered. In pure desperation she wrenched the locked door open with her immortal strength.

Inside the room was quite and just as dim and moldy as the hall way. Throwing fearful glances all around the room Arialle realized that the only light was coming from the half closed door at the far end of the room. Dropping her voice back down to a whispering tone she paced quietly across to the door. "Loki, Loki?" Turning the handle and easing the creaking door open she was met with a frightful sight: her dark haired god was sprawled on the grimy tile floor of the bathroom in a pool of his own dark blood. Even the walls were splattered with the stuff and the mirror above the sink was smashed and bloodied as well. Falling down on her knees beside him Arialle let out a half scream and began shaking his shoulder fiercely.

"Dear, wake up, wake up, Loki, wake up!" Rolling him over onto his back she pressed her head against his chest, disregarding the blood. Obviously he was not dead, but his heart beat was so shallow and irregular that it was a wonder that even as a god, that he was not dying.

But he was. She knew that he had done this to himself in some fantastic struggle to end his immortal lifespan. It certainly was not the first time that he had tried such a scheme. Sobs reached her eyes as she begged him to hold on, told him that she was here and that she was sorry.

"Loki, I did not mean for this to happen. Please Loki, please do not do this again. It's not worth it. Please stay. Please-" Ripping the sweatshirt off her back, she began mopping up the blood with it, even though she knew that her healing skills were nothing but amateur she had to do something. This was out of the control of the gods now, but there were mortals who might be able to help her, for a mortal people they were certainly excellent healers. Now she knew what must be done.

But the question was, how to explain to the doctors what had happened?

[chellyybelly-deactivated2012091]

I will love you ‘till the end of time.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

-chellymun you made this! oh my goodness it is SO GORGEOUS and PERFECT!-

[eggpuffs]

For what has been done Cannot be undone In the evil’s heart In the evil’s soul

colored version of (x) for Gina <3

[mistressofpassion-blog]

[THIS THIS]

[wreathmoon]

[claryfraysss-blog]

[themischievousprince-blog]

I DO NOT. 

[mistressofpassion-blog]

I could possibly vouch for this. -coughsometimesmaybecough-

[devilscabaret-blog]

Loki… Stacee Jaxx called. He wants his bandana back. 

[mistressofpassion-blog]

-HOLY SHIT I CANT EVEN. LOKI LOOK AT THIS. WAHAHA-

[dondaario]

And when we come back we’ll be dressed in black And you’ll scream our names aloud And we won’t eat and we won’t sleep We’ll drag bodies from their graves

[mistressofpassion-blog]

no words. holy shit.

[themischievousprince-blog]

[omg like what have I done]

[mistressofpassion-blog]

that. I was like. fuck how do i reply to this masterpiece of angst and sadness and feelings and blood.

it was worth waiting to read lovely.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

no words. holy shit.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

I don't really know what to do with myself right now.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

How commendable of you! I was never one for healing, though I have learned some of the immortals’ techniques for it. I don’t really have a gentle hand or the temperament for such things.

[chellyybelly-deactivated2012091]

I guess I just like to cut people up. It was something I found interesting as a child, so I decided to pursue it as I grew.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

It is certainly a rather specific calling. I always admired those with such a capacity to heal and fix people, I myself tend to just make things a mess when it comes to dealing with others.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

[lurking until I get themischievousprince's reply to our para. Do I owe anyone else replies?]

[mistressofpassion-blog]

I don't really know what to do with myself right now.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

Up for adventure? I’ll bring you along sometime! It’s always nice traveling with others, rather than alone…it gets a bit lonely that way.

Oh, do you have a job? Mortals are often so keen on working. We gods do not have to.

[chellyybelly-deactivated2012091]

Oooh, an adventure sounds fun! I’d love to come!

And yes, I work at a local clinic, and then part-time at a lab.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

Then it is settled, well, once things here have settled down a bit.

Lab work? That seems interesting. Do tell.

[chellyybelly-deactivated2012091]

Ah, yes. Of course.

I’m a doctor; surgeon, to be exact. But I do like messing around with cells, so I work part-time.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

How commendable of you! I was never one for healing, though I have learned some of the immortals' techniques for it. I don't really have a gentle hand or the temperament for such things.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

I don't really know what to do with myself right now.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

Up for adventure? I’ll bring you along sometime! It’s always nice traveling with others, rather than alone…it gets a bit lonely that way.

Oh, do you have a job? Mortals are often so keen on working. We gods do not have to.

[chellyybelly-deactivated2012091]

Oooh, an adventure sounds fun! I’d love to come!

And yes, I work at a local clinic, and then part-time at a lab.

[mistressofpassion-blog]

Then it is settled, well, once things here have settled down a bit.

Lab work? That seems interesting. Do tell.