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[ohfuckyeahcillianmurphy]

[redconqueror]

War was good. Well, actually, he was very bad, but he was very good at what he did. He’d manage to earn himself an invitation and all he had needed to do was do a little bit of scribbling. This was maybe going to be easier than he thought. He began to walk alongside the demigod, but he was more focused on him than where they were going.  He chuckled softly at the question, “I want to be. Does that count?” War has lived long enough to know that the starving artist cliche was true. This answer would hopefully endear him to the demigod, and it also meant that he wouldn’t need to come up with too many lies about his job. ❛I’m sure whatever you do is much more interesting. If you even need to work.❜ He doesn’t say it with any traces of bitterness, even if the implication was that Leif had tons of money to spare because he was royalty.

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If Leif were more cynical, he might have been suspicious of his companion. But, as it stood, the young demigod have a naivety to him. He truly wanted to believe in the best in people. He truly gave others the benefit of the doubt - until they proved that his good faith had been misplaced. And, even when burned, he still tried to see things from the others’ perspective. Growing up with parents like his, he knew that people who did bad things weren’t necessarily bad people. Just ... complicated. 

It was an almost childish way to look at the world. Yet, he was still young. He had millennia to live and learn. Perhaps, with age, he’d change ... or maybe he’d be one of the rare godlings to retain their benevolence. Only time would tell. 

❝It absolutely counts! It’s so difficult to break into the art world. I admire you for sticking with it. Others give up rather easily - so good on you,❞ he chirped pleasantly. As he did so, he reached over and gave War’s shoulder an appreciative squeeze. 

When the conversation turned to his own work, he gave a proud smile. He had no modesty when it came to his career. He was proud - and it showed. ❝I don’t need to work -- but I do. I’m the protector and curator of Asgard’s royal vault. It’s a tremendous responsibility, but I shoulder it proudly. I’m extremely fortunate to be able to handle such awe-inspiring relics ... and it’s an honor to be trusted not to allow them to fall into the hands of those who’d use them for ill. I’m very, very lucky.❞

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Over the next few days, I’m going to focus on catching up on drafts on @raidstombs; but before the weekend is over, I promise I’ll have some replies done for Leif. I miss writing my precious child. <3 

Thank you all for your patience. If you feel you’ve waited too long and want to drop our thread, please don’t hesitate to let me know. I’ll understand and there’ll be no hard feelings. 

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[leha314-deactivated20190122]

Omg

[coolhandofagirl]

what can’t she do

[minamelah]

I want this baby

[missarrozcongandules1991]

the best part

[oftricksandtombs-blog]

;; update

Sorry I’ve been a tad inactive over here. I’ve been really ill and prepping for my surgery - and when I’m stressed, it’s just easier to write as Lara. I miss Leif, though - so as soon as I can, I’m  going to clear out drafts in addition to throwing up some new starter calls. If you want to plot with my darling demigod, feel free to hit me up! <3 

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[ @mythxi ]

                  ❝. . . mmhmm.❞

[richardcfarmitage]

[ohfuckyeahcillianmurphy]

[changchens-deactivated20170829]

[mythxi-archived]

“That is the way.” She didn’t deny his words, didn’t even try. Why woud she? They were harsh- quite often the life of the light was harsh and cold. Most beautiful things were. And Ester would never do anything to admit it was quite often otherwise for her. Not when she represented her brothers and sisters, and all they stood for. 

Start fresh? Ester couldn’t just start fresh. That wasn’t how it was done. A grudge was one for a reason, and it couldn’t just be forgotten. Though…Ester wasn’t quite sure why they had to hold onto it. 

“Ester.” Her voice had lost some of that cold harshness, looking over at him with possibly a smidgen less disdain. At least he didn’t sound like a trickster. “Though I’m not sure pleasure is the first word that comes to mind right now.”

[oftricksandtombs-blog]

❝Ester. How lovely.❞

The words were spoken as he swung down elegantly into a bow. He had a grace to him, despite his lanky limbs. He was clearly well-practiced at this sort of thing. Before straightening up, he reached out to take her hand within his own so he could give the knuckles a brush of his lips. 

❝I have encountered several light elves in my time -- but only your beauty shines bright enough for me to feel the need to avert my eyes.❞ And there it was -- that honeyed-tongue that could be so dangerous. It was a weapon - a sweet one; but a weapon nonetheless. He was going to achieve his goals through diplomacy and charm -- not brashness and bitterness. 

❝And have no doubt, Lady Ester -- this is a pleasure. I promise you that.❞

[controlyourface-deactivated2018]

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[ @tenaciousiisms ]

❝Uncle Buck, this is ... a really horrible part of the city.   Really horrible. Just ... foul. Listen -- I know this trendy   little lounge --- very hip. Not to mention classy. Can’t   we just go drink there? ... I’m fairly certain there’s some   sort of drug deal happening in front of the place you’ve   chosen. Right there -- right in open view. They don’t   seem to care. Know why? Because everyone in this   neighborhood is a bleedin’ criminal! Why are we here?❞

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[redconqueror]

❛I couldn’t risk you saying no,❜ he confessed honestly, gaze scanning over the features of the demigod. War had to admit that he did look quite handsome— a form that he might consider, for another time. He could get up to all sorts of mischief looking like Leif. Another day, another plan. Right now he needed to concentrate on his current scheme.  He’s a little surprised that the demigod wanted to keep the drawing, though that was probably just a means to take him out. War thought he was the one who would need to put more effort to have that happen but it seemed that he didn’t. He smiled quaintly, glancing down at his drawing and then back up to him. ❛I say that I’d be honoured to join you,❜ he replied, offering him the piece of paper. He continued to play up being fascinated with the demigod, though that wasn’t entirely untrue.  He’d heard that Leif was well, good. Quite interesting considering who his parents were. And especially for a god, well, demigod. Beings like that always had some mischief in them.

[oftricksandtombs-blog]

Leif was good.

Not only that; but he seemed able to make friends wherever he went. He oozed charm and put off a positive energy that drew people to him. It was a blessing - given the discrimination he’d face for a whole multitude of reasons, none of which were his fault. 

The drawing was accepted with a kind nod before being neatly folded in half so he could tuck it into the pocket of his tailored blazer. Only then did he nod his head in the direction of the shop and begin walking. 

❝Are you an artist professionally?❞

[mythxi-archived]

“There was something of ours.” Her words grew even more distant, the cold, detached tone in her voice growing stronger. Ester, and her brother and sisters, were not so quick to forgive or forget, especially when someone came into their home, trying to steal from them. While the blonde didn’t agree one hundred percent with the severity of the punishment, of all her kind Ester fell into the more compassionate side, she knew that punishment must be made swift and severe to teach lessons. It was their way. 

“It was stolen. Stolen by a trickster god who believed himself able to get away with anything. That was not tolerated by us. Nor was his rescue, at the hands of a person who had no right entering our home either.”

Ester’s eyes had closed during her words, the memories flashing through her mind. As she finished, she looked over at the male, eyes distant and unfeeling. “The family is one we do not approve or care for.”

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❝.... Harsh.❞

It wasn’t the first time he’d run into this problem. He liked to believe it didn’t make him sad; but that wasn’t true. He was used to this, however, and he liked to think he’d become quite good at pulling people’s focus from his heritage to the man he actually was. 

❝I’m sorry you had to endure that. It’s truly unfortunate. But, please, let’s be civil and start fresh, my lady. I’m Leif. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, regardless of the history between us.❞

[archivedredheadarcher]

Scarlett was excited. Accompanying her father to the archery range was without doubt one thing she loved to do. Whenever they were there, Clint always let her use his bow, with his help, and always gave her some lessons. She was becoming better with the bow and they always had fun together.

But that day, clint asked her to wait on the sidelines while he was training with another woman, that for Scarlett’s surprise, was also very good. They always meet one or two other agents there, but she didn’t remember having seen the woman before. She was so distracted watching them, that didn’t notice the approach of another kid. He seemed to have the same age as her, and seemed to be a little cocky. But this image faded on the moment he introduced himself.

“Hi, I’m Scarlett Barton” She opened a smile and reach a hand to him. “My dad is the one with your mom. She’s very good too.” She says, looking to them for a second before look to Lief again. “I never saw you here before.”

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❝My family tries to steer clear of New York.❞

Leif wasn’t quite sure of the gory details; but he knew enough to know that his father had once done something horrible in this place. He’d thought about asking about it; but the time had never seemed right. And perhaps a part of him didn’t want to know - even if it was inevitable.

❝Mum had to go to the Stark building to consult on some artifact. She’s been holed up doing research for three days there and she gets a bit fidgety - so here we are. Do you come here often?❞

[ofpanthers-deactivated20181020]

Insanity was relative, yes. Some saw the definition as trying the same thing over and over and expecting different results. T’Challa saw it as killing eighty people in two days, trying to take over the world, then usurping the throne from your father. Again, relative. T’Challa took another deep drag, not wanting to be rude. After all these years, propriety still was ingrained in him. 

“Which of your parents do you take after?” T’Challa was curious if magic ran in the family, or if it were a more paternal trait. Not that T’Challa didn’t like his mother. The ferocity behind those honey tinged eyes was not likely one that he would soon forget.

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This question. Again. He’d been asked it almost constantly throughout his life. To look at Leif, it was easy to see he took after his father’s appearance -- but in terms of his character? That was less obvious.

❝I’m my own man.❞

Another drag was taken from the cigarette before his green eyes shifted momentarily to the sky. He seemed distant - perhaps thinking of the other realm he resided in. After a moment, he turned his attention back to T’Challa.  ❝They raised me that way --- to stand on my own and to be different than they are. My parents were never the sort who wanted a clone of themselves despite their respective egos. Why? Are you concerned?❞