The Witch is Back

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The Little Café

Among the busy streets of the city and ruckus of traffic accompanied with the occasional shouts or road rage, is a small café on the corner of a street. Connected to other buildings, the café only had two floors above it with porches as well. Inside the café was buzzing with life yet, miraculously quiet from the outside world. Some herbs hung upside down to dry and people sat at small tables with drinks and small bites of food. A girl with wavy medium chestnut brown collarbone length hair styled in a half bun, fair skin with freckles, and scar on her right eyebrow’s arch above gray colored eyes is at the counter. She is garnishing sweets with mint, her hands covered with soft black gloves reaching to her wrist. Her outfit is a simple long sleeve white button up with a black ribbon tied in a bow at the collar, knee length black skirt, and black ankle boots. Of course it was accompanied with the café’s workers apron. The name, Petrea, is pinned on said apron.

@lokigodofmischiefandlies

Holding back a grin, she rests her head on her palm and looks at him, “Am I not allowed to enjoy what Asgard has to offer?” Though the grin soon appears. “And I said yes simply because I thought this was just two people having a chat. I didn’t know it was a date.”

lokigodofmischiefandlies

Loki chuckled at her response. “You can enjoy me as much as you want, if that is what you want.” He replied with a smirk. “Well that is my bad, I assumed you would have known, i thought you noticed that ive been watching over you for a while.”

Petrea nodded, "Of course I did. I just thought I'd give you the upper hand in the conversation is all." She took another sip of her drink and her legs began tip swing idly. The telltale signs of her growing bored.

frostbittenchaos

Mystic Meandering (closed starter)

frostbittenchaos

mmwitch:

Atlas chuckled at the question, “Well, I can be more intimidating if I was to fight. Though, I’m probably the weakest out of all of my kind.” The energy from the bracelet glowed before stopping and Atlas could once again pick herself back up. “Do you have other types of magic?”

“Hmm? well…My magic knowledge is limited…my mother is teaching me more” he admitted glancing away embarrassed. “I can only really do basic magic…but my mother would be able to tell you more!” he answered her excited.

Atlas chuckled, "Peraphs she could teach us some when I get back." The stars twinkle a little more and she frowned. "I should go soon. That way I won't miss the orbit of the moon. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

@becontrolled

The man grinned and nodded. "Yes, of course." He conjured another portal and tipped his hat to Loki. "Pleasure doing business with you, Prince." With that him and the other men disseapeared.

Petrea was still shaking. One of her hands had the black stain almost gone. However, even in her painful and unconscious state she was fighting to keep part of the curse. She knew the consequences if she gave it up altogether.

frostbittenchaos

Mystic Meandering (closed starter)

frostbittenchaos

mmwitch:

“My people were created when the first child wished on a star. Some of us can build other universes while others can only do what I do. We can evolve into a greater form, much like the council who are White stars, but it is rare,” Atlas leaned onto Loki, tired and exhausted from today. “What more do you wish to know?”

Her next to him made him feel embarrassed due to their differences in power. He wished he could do all of those amazing things she mentioned but all he can do is cast illusions. “Your people sound powerful if not a little scary” he admitted “However you don’t seem all that threatening even at full strength…why is it?” he asked her.

Atlas chuckled at the question, "Well, I can be more intimidating if I was to fight. Though, I'm probably the weakest out of all of my kind." The energy from the bracelet glowed before stopping and Atlas could once again pick herself back up. "Do you have other types of magic?"

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

@becontrolled

The man smiled at the sight or the cards, but frowned upon the question. “The cards won’t work unless we have the curse. My men will use a…tool…which will remove the curse and transfer it into it,” The man sighed. “Besides, why do you care. Your only using her are you not?”

Not even a second after Petrea stepped into her living room, something wrapped around her neck and yanked her to a wall, ankering itself as two more men held her arms down. Struggling with her feet off the ground she saw the one approaching her carry a black blade. Before she could even shout, said weapon was sheathed inside her side and ripped out. Yet, there was no blood on Petrea or the blade itself, there wasn’t even an external or internal wound. The men and rope dropped Petrea to the ground as she clenched her side and groaned. Her body covered in sweat and curled up in a ball from the searing pain. The men opened up a portal from Petrea’s room to the warehouse. Her vision began to blur when from the distance she heard a familiar voice call her name and see a white robed figure stand over her. “Aunt Carol?” Petrea then fell unconscious.

Loki thinks for a moment. “Not really at first. Kind of like her. Falling for her. She is attractive, sweet and kind. She makes the best cookies too.” He frowned. “But yes, whatever. I can find another lady for company again just as I always do.”

It was already time for Loki to return back to the base. Coulson made a move with some agents to once again bring the trickster back. They were expecting to find Loki in bed but only cane across Petrea in an unconcious state with no Loki in sight. An agent found the cuff in the alley. They took Petrea with them to the base.

The man’s minions came through the portal and handed the blade to him. “Is it done?” He asked.

The minion nodded, “The curse had been attached to her for a while. It put her in a weak state and she is currently trying to fight to keep the curse.”

“There is little doubt she’ll make it,” The second minion added.

The man nodded with a grin, “As long as we have some of the curse we’ll be fine. Now Prince, the cards if you will?” The man conjured up the a small loom which seem to weave itself on its own as he patiently waited for Loki to hand over the cards.

Petrea was breathing heavily, the black from using the cards on her left hand slowly began to fade. Her body was shaking and she was exhausted. But she was pulling through, just painfully slow.

“Wait, that is all? You remove that cuff around my ankle and then I give you the cards and it’s over? Where is that ‘magical’ charm from Egypt that you promised me?” Loki brings hia hand back where he holds the tarot cards.

They brought Petrea to the medicla ward in the base for Banner and Stark to figure out what is going with her. They decided to sedate her; hoping to calm her down.

"You wished for the look of fate, this is it," He tossed Loki the small black loom. It looked like any other loom, except the needle was weaving itself. "It is specifically your loom, that way you won't mess with the fate of my world. Now, the cards." He held out his hand and was starting to get impatient.

Petrea's body continued to shiver and tremble. However, once they sedated her, she stopped shivering. One could say she looked like she was in a deep sleep.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

@becontrolled

The man smiled at the sight or the cards, but frowned upon the question. “The cards won’t work unless we have the curse. My men will use a…tool…which will remove the curse and transfer it into it,” The man sighed. “Besides, why do you care. Your only using her are you not?”

Not even a second after Petrea stepped into her living room, something wrapped around her neck and yanked her to a wall, ankering itself as two more men held her arms down. Struggling with her feet off the ground she saw the one approaching her carry a black blade. Before she could even shout, said weapon was sheathed inside her side and ripped out. Yet, there was no blood on Petrea or the blade itself, there wasn’t even an external or internal wound. The men and rope dropped Petrea to the ground as she clenched her side and groaned. Her body covered in sweat and curled up in a ball from the searing pain. The men opened up a portal from Petrea’s room to the warehouse. Her vision began to blur when from the distance she heard a familiar voice call her name and see a white robed figure stand over her. “Aunt Carol?” Petrea then fell unconscious.

Loki thinks for a moment. “Not really at first. Kind of like her. Falling for her. She is attractive, sweet and kind. She makes the best cookies too.” He frowned. “But yes, whatever. I can find another lady for company again just as I always do.”

It was already time for Loki to return back to the base. Coulson made a move with some agents to once again bring the trickster back. They were expecting to find Loki in bed but only cane across Petrea in an unconcious state with no Loki in sight. An agent found the cuff in the alley. They took Petrea with them to the base.

The man’s minions came through the portal and handed the blade to him. “Is it done?” He asked.

The minion nodded, “The curse had been attached to her for a while. It put her in a weak state and she is currently trying to fight to keep the curse.”

“There is little doubt she’ll make it,” The second minion added.

The man nodded with a grin, “As long as we have some of the curse we’ll be fine. Now Prince, the cards if you will?” The man conjured up the a small loom which seem to weave itself on its own as he patiently waited for Loki to hand over the cards.

Petrea was breathing heavily, the black from using the cards on her left hand slowly began to fade. Her body was shaking and she was exhausted. But she was pulling through, just painfully slow.

frostbittenchaos

Mystic Meandering (closed starter)

frostbittenchaos

mmwitch:

Atlas shook her head, “If I mix the energy with mine,” the bracelet gave a gentle glow and gave the apperance of a molten rainbow, “once my body gets use to it. It won’t harm me. Though the first couple days or hours depend on how bad my condition is.” The bracelet stopped glowing before Atlas’ body relaxed and color began to return to her. Her hair even began to shift it’s occasional color once more. “Thank you, Loki, this means a lot to me.”

He was curious about something as he spoke carefully “How powerful are your people?” he wanted to know. “I mean…you seem powerful but you also have weaknesses” he considered everything he had learned. “Although I am not sure if I have ever heard of your species before” he offered “That might be because my knowledge isn’t at its maximum” he confessed. He smiled at her blushing all the while as he spoke awkwardly.

"My people were created when the first child wished on a star. Some of us can build other universes while others can only do what I do. We can evolve into a greater form, much like the council who are White stars, but it is rare," Atlas leaned onto Loki, tired and exhausted from today. "What more do you wish to know?"

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

@becontrolled

The man smiled at the sight or the cards, but frowned upon the question. "The cards won't work unless we have the curse. My men will use a...tool...which will remove the curse and transfer it into it," The man sighed. "Besides, why do you care. Your only using her are you not?"

Not even a second after Petrea stepped into her living room, something wrapped around her neck and yanked her to a wall, ankering itself as two more men held her arms down. Struggling with her feet off the ground she saw the one approaching her carry a black blade. Before she could even shout, said weapon was sheathed inside her side and ripped out. Yet, there was no blood on Petrea or the blade itself, there wasn't even an external or internal wound. The men and rope dropped Petrea to the ground as she clenched her side and groaned. Her body covered in sweat and curled up in a ball from the searing pain. The men opened up a portal from Petrea's room to the warehouse. Her vision began to blur when from the distance she heard a familiar voice call her name and see a white robed figure stand over her. "Aunt Carol?" Petrea then fell unconscious.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

@becontrolled

“Could you?” Petrea chuckled. Though, after a moment she slowly got up and groaned. “Why are you still up?” With a somewhat blurry vision she stood and went to her dresser to pull out a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt.

Loki unties his shoes and removed his socks when he sat on the bed. “I was making sure you sleep comfortably.” He said. Loki conjured his PJ pants to sleep. He laid down and stared at the ceiling while he waits for her to get in bed.

Petrea hummed and simply changed her clothes before going to the other side of the bed and crawling in. “Loki…thank you…” Petrea had her eyes closed and nuzzled into the pillow.

“You’re welcome.” He slowly closed his eyes. He didn’t plan on sleeping that night. He has to leave on the morning. That guy probably will appear after he leaves her place. Loki keeps watch of the time. He woke up at 5 in the morning and quietly picked up his clothes to put them on. This is going to be easy but yet he felt nervous that he will get caught.

Petrea tossed slightly when he got up from the bed, but otherwise she stayed asleep. Her companions were nowhere in sight and three city was just beginning to wake up.

Outside off the shop on the first floor was the man in the fedora. He checked his watch, annoyed for Loki taking so long.

Loki gives her one last look and kissed her cheek. “I have to go now. Farewell.” He whispered to her ear. He sneaks downstairs and stopped when he left the shop and saw the same man he met yesterday. “Don’t you think that we should meet somewhere else?” He looks around and walked to the alley.

“Don’t worry, we are,” The man continued to wall down the alleyway. The rising sun providing perfect shadows before he whispers words and the bricks to the wall warp. Nothing changed about them, unless you pass your hand through them of course. “Follow me. It will lead to a warehouse far from here. Oh and before I forget.” The man bends down and grabs his ankle cuff. “It might tingle.” Muttering a few more words the bracelet warps and the man pulls, the cuff passing directly through Loki’s body without harm before dropping it on the ground. It was still on and materialized exactly how it was before. It was even still able to work. “Let’s go.”

Meanwhile, Petrea slowly opened her eyes and sat up. “Loki?” She looked around in her hazy state.

“Ow ow!” He quickly cover his mouth with his hand. “You called thaf a tingle? Damn.” He could feel the pressure around his ankle. He quickly followed him through. “Where is this place?” He looks around the warehouse. “Are we still in New York?”

"Yes, we are still in New York. This place we've surrounded with numerous charms so it's techniqually off the grid," He turned around to look at him. "Let me see the cards."

Meanwhile, in Petrea's apartment. A loud crash was heard in her kitchen. Already somewhat awake she slipped out from the bed and walked down the hall. "Loki? Are you alright?"

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

@becontrolled

“Could you?” Petrea chuckled. Though, after a moment she slowly got up and groaned. “Why are you still up?” With a somewhat blurry vision she stood and went to her dresser to pull out a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt.

Loki unties his shoes and removed his socks when he sat on the bed. “I was making sure you sleep comfortably.” He said. Loki conjured his PJ pants to sleep. He laid down and stared at the ceiling while he waits for her to get in bed.

Petrea hummed and simply changed her clothes before going to the other side of the bed and crawling in. “Loki…thank you…” Petrea had her eyes closed and nuzzled into the pillow.

“You’re welcome.” He slowly closed his eyes. He didn’t plan on sleeping that night. He has to leave on the morning. That guy probably will appear after he leaves her place. Loki keeps watch of the time. He woke up at 5 in the morning and quietly picked up his clothes to put them on. This is going to be easy but yet he felt nervous that he will get caught.

Petrea tossed slightly when he got up from the bed, but otherwise she stayed asleep. Her companions were nowhere in sight and three city was just beginning to wake up.

Outside off the shop on the first floor was the man in the fedora. He checked his watch, annoyed for Loki taking so long.

Loki gives her one last look and kissed her cheek. “I have to go now. Farewell.” He whispered to her ear. He sneaks downstairs and stopped when he left the shop and saw the same man he met yesterday. “Don’t you think that we should meet somewhere else?” He looks around and walked to the alley.

"Don't worry, we are," The man continued to wall down the alleyway. The rising sun providing perfect shadows before he whispers words and the bricks to the wall warp. Nothing changed about them, unless you pass your hand through them of course. "Follow me. It will lead to a warehouse far from here. Oh and before I forget." The man bends down and grabs his ankle cuff. "It might tingle." Muttering a few more words the bracelet warps and the man pulls, the cuff passing directly through Loki's body without harm before dropping it on the ground. It was still on and materialized exactly how it was before. It was even still able to work. "Let's go."

Meanwhile, Petrea slowly opened her eyes and sat up. "Loki?" She looked around in her hazy state.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

@becontrolled

“Could you?” Petrea chuckled. Though, after a moment she slowly got up and groaned. “Why are you still up?” With a somewhat blurry vision she stood and went to her dresser to pull out a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt.

Loki unties his shoes and removed his socks when he sat on the bed. “I was making sure you sleep comfortably.” He said. Loki conjured his PJ pants to sleep. He laid down and stared at the ceiling while he waits for her to get in bed.

Petrea hummed and simply changed her clothes before going to the other side of the bed and crawling in. “Loki…thank you…” Petrea had her eyes closed and nuzzled into the pillow.

“You’re welcome.” He slowly closed his eyes. He didn’t plan on sleeping that night. He has to leave on the morning. That guy probably will appear after he leaves her place. Loki keeps watch of the time. He woke up at 5 in the morning and quietly picked up his clothes to put them on. This is going to be easy but yet he felt nervous that he will get caught.

Petrea tossed slightly when he got up from the bed, but otherwise she stayed asleep. Her companions were nowhere in sight and three city was just beginning to wake up.

Outside off the shop on the first floor was the man in the fedora. He checked his watch, annoyed for Loki taking so long.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

@becontrolled

“Could you?” Petrea chuckled. Though, after a moment she slowly got up and groaned. “Why are you still up?” With a somewhat blurry vision she stood and went to her dresser to pull out a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt.

Loki unties his shoes and removed his socks when he sat on the bed. “I was making sure you sleep comfortably.” He said. Loki conjured his PJ pants to sleep. He laid down and stared at the ceiling while he waits for her to get in bed.

Petrea hummed and simply changed her clothes before going to the other side of the bed and crawling in. "Loki...thank you..." Petrea had her eyes closed and nuzzled into the pillow.

Send me “Do you know where you are?” for an AU in which my muse is a robot and yours is activating them for the first time.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

@becontrolled

"Could you?" Petrea chuckled. Though, after a moment she slowly got up and groaned. "Why are you still up?" With a somewhat blurry vision she stood and went to her dresser to pull out a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

@becontrolled

Petrea scrunched her nose when he kissed her and gave a playful grin. “Well of course, when it’s private affection we don’t have to worry about the stares, the loud noises, or being too loud ourselves.” She continued to eat her ice cream, it was almost gone. “Besides, you seem to be rather affectionate as well.”

Loki nuzzled against her shoulder. “Well, I am quite lonely. I am always alone…and to see a lady like you before me, I just want attention.”

Petrea took the last bite of her ice cream and sat still for a moment. Welcoming the feeling of him being so close. Her hands idly go to his hair as she slowly and cautiously brushes back his hair. Letting her fingers entangle themselves in the curls. For once, she enjoys the silence.

Loki was thinking about what this bothering guilt inside of him knowing that he is going to betray her soon and disappear. At the same time he wanted to stay with her because he likes the attention she is providing him with so far. He holds her closer and sighed at the thought of it as he closed his eyes.

Petrea’s hands slowed down to a gentle brush before they stopped all together. Her eyes closed and body slack. Her breathing was even and steady. Petrea had fallen asleep the stress of today taking it’s toll and the silence and comfort Loki provided put her to sleep. Unknown to Petrea. The cards under the bed in a simple locked box was unguarded. Her companions are nowhere near her or in the building.

Loki carried her in his arms. He stared at the bed for a moment before laying her down. He’a so close to the box now. He glanced at her for a moment before he bends down tonlook hnder the bed. He was careful not to make any noise before he touched the lock. It’s that hard to unlock it with his magic. He takes the deck of cards and make it disappear before locking the box once again and hides it under the bed just the way he first took it. “Petrea?” Loki sat on the bed beside her and gives her a kiss on the cheek. “Still asleep?”

Petrea shifted in her sleep and gave a small groan before curling up and nuzzling her face in her pillow. "Yeah," Her drowsy voice mutters. It wasn't him picking her up or the sounds of the lock which woke her. It was the simple kiss, though she was still on the edge of a dreamless deep sleep and complete consciousness.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

@becontrolled

Petrea scrunched her nose when he kissed her and gave a playful grin. “Well of course, when it’s private affection we don’t have to worry about the stares, the loud noises, or being too loud ourselves.” She continued to eat her ice cream, it was almost gone. “Besides, you seem to be rather affectionate as well.”

Loki nuzzled against her shoulder. “Well, I am quite lonely. I am always alone…and to see a lady like you before me, I just want attention.”

Petrea took the last bite of her ice cream and sat still for a moment. Welcoming the feeling of him being so close. Her hands idly go to his hair as she slowly and cautiously brushes back his hair. Letting her fingers entangle themselves in the curls. For once, she enjoys the silence.

Loki was thinking about what this bothering guilt inside of him knowing that he is going to betray her soon and disappear. At the same time he wanted to stay with her because he likes the attention she is providing him with so far. He holds her closer and sighed at the thought of it as he closed his eyes.

Petrea's hands slowed down to a gentle brush before they stopped all together. Her eyes closed and body slack. Her breathing was even and steady. Petrea had fallen asleep the stress of today taking it's toll and the silence and comfort Loki provided put her to sleep. Unknown to Petrea. The cards under the bed in a simple locked box was unguarded. Her companions are nowhere near her or in the building.

frostbittenchaos

Mystic Meandering (closed starter)

frostbittenchaos

mmwitch:

Atlas glanced up at him with a smile and gently touched it. Warmth filled her hand and stretched up to her wrist. Though she soon pulled back and gave him her wrist. “Could you put it on, please?” She had a small and excited smile on her face.

“Of course” he blushed softly as he took her hand delicately and placed it on her wrist with a smile. “It suits you” he grinned before he realized she would be leaving soon. “It should help you stabilize…you can keep it…a reminder of me” he sat near her wanting to know what she thought. “Can I ask you something? is it okay to share my magic with you? it doesn’t harm you does it?” he asked curiously.

Atlas shook her head, "If I mix the energy with mine," the bracelet gave a gentle glow and gave the apperance of a molten rainbow, "once my body gets use to it. It won't harm me. Though the first couple days or hours depend on how bad my condition is." The bracelet stopped glowing before Atlas' body relaxed and color began to return to her. Her hair even began to shift it's occasional color once more. "Thank you, Loki, this means a lot to me."

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