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@inadxquacy [ x ]:

“I won’t mind if you’d like to come with, maybe I’d feel less intimidated with a gentleman accompanying me.”

After all it was thanks to Thomas that they’d made it to America after all, Laura was unfamiliar with bureaucracy and laws and she trusted him more than anyone. She didn’t believe anyone there, even the lawyers, would try and trick her since so far she hadn’t signed everything and they’d send someone who worked for her father to do the paper work.

And if she would need anyone to co-sign any papers if she’d choose anyone it’d be Thomas. Feankly he didn’t seem one bit the type to run off with a woman’s money. Also that way Laura could try and transfer something to his name, give him something to build a life on should he want to part ways eventually.

“My grandmother would have loved your company. She was old and couldn’t walk much but refused to sit still when she was home, or even when she was visiting someone.”

Laura was similar in her home but so far she felt as if sharing the place with Thomas so she didn’t want to go on weirdly checking every nook and cranny to tinker on.

“I thought I saw a hatch on the ceiling. But considering we don’t have really anything that would need storing you can do whatever you want with it. I’m not sure if it’s big enough to be a study for you but if you want a place where you can relax…”

Finishing preparing the chicken it was ready to be sticked in the oven which was heating nicely. Laura washed her hands with care before she grabbed the little kitten into her arms and sat down on a stool.

Thomas smiled and nodded, acknowledging her request. At least there was something he could look forward to. All he needed to do was to make sure that none of his interviews ( if he was to receive any offers, that is ) fell on the same day that she needed his company. That way, he wouldn’t have to worry about rushing from one place to another. 

“Just as I would have loved hers. I never knew either of my grandparents. Father’s parents died well before I was born, and Mother’s...they weren’t very pleasant.” His maternal grandparents could have visited them but chose not to, citing James as the main reason. Now, it was too late for him to know either of them as they were both death. Wasted opportunities, but in a way, it was probably for the best. He and Lucille had had the worst childhood; they didn’t need to add impossible grandparents on top of it.

While she and Greyson sat on the stool, he kept cleaning so that they would just have to wash the dishes after dinner. Once the oven was warm enough, he handed her two thick pot holders so that she wouldn’t burn herself. “I’ll make us some lemonade. Or would you like something else to drink?” He knew how to brew tea, of course, but he didn’t see any tea leaves in the pantry. They would need to buy some the next time they went to the market, but he’d spotted lemons and oranges that they could use. If they saved the seeds, they could also try and grow lemons in the backyard. The soil looked good enough for that. 

Her comment on the attic had him pause as he took the glass pitcher out of the cupboard. “I was thinking something like a safe room. If someone came in the house, they’d never find us if we went up there.” Especially if they cut the rope and used another method of pulling the hatch down. It was a suggestion; they didn’t have to do it if she wasn’t completely convinced. It was HER house, so he would always leave the major decisions up to her.

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@starxshine [ x ]:

While there was still more to be said, Hokulani knew when it was time to leave well enough alone. It was the right choice, as Loki did not make himself known for two days. He must have been exhausted, and really, she couldn’t blame him in the least, which was why she didn’t push him nor attempted to disturb him. That didn’t stop Kalapana, however. Cats were curious creatures by nature, and Hokulani had no choice but to enter Loki’s room to retrieve the feline who had decided to make a bed out of the small of his back.

Life continued, despite the fact that she now had a betrothed. It was such a strange idea to her, having never been close to taking a husband before. There were rumors circulating through the realm, now, but no one would confirm nor deny and Hokulani would not announce it until Loki was ready. And if he was never ready? Well, it would just be a very long engagement.

The marketplace was renowned and often visitors from other realms came to shop Hawiki’s unique wears. Hokulani enjoyed this the most, moving among her people, talking to them. As much as she enjoyed her solitude, she enjoyed speaking to people. Learning their stories. It seemed this trip would be cut short, as a small yet loud meow caught her attention, as well as the attention of Kalapana, who immediately took off toward the source of the sound.

The Queen’s eyes lit up as they settled on Loki’s face and she excused herself from the delightful woman and her grandchild and joined Loki at his side. Kalapana was already rubbing along his ankles, and mother cat and baby cat meowed at each other. “I see you’ve met our darling boy. It’s rare for cats to only have one baby, but Kalapana did. He likes you.”

Indeed, while the kitten was speaking to his mother, he made no real attempt to escape Loki’s arms. In fact, he seemed perfectly content being there. “He doesn’t have a name yet. Would you like to do the honors?”

The kitten was content. He was one of the very few beings in the multiverse who was. Since Kalapana didn’t seem to mind her only baby being with him, he made no attempt to ‘return’ the kitten to her. Not yet, at least. 

                       “...Egil.”

A Norse name that meant ‘inspires fright’. The kitten had black fur and could blend in with the shadows. It could easily scare anyone, plus the kitten looked like an Egil. The kitten meowed in response to the name and pressed its tiny head on the crook of his arm. A ‘YES’ if he ever saw one. 

                         “I’m surprised you gave the guards instructions to let me leave                           the palace. Most would have spent a fortune on soldiers meant                           to keep me bound.”

With the kitten still in his arms, he began walking further down the long path of sellers, all of whom continued to shout their wares at the potential buyers and bowed low when they saw their queen. He was still largely unaware of the gossip surrounding their engagement, but he assumed that the sudden whispers were due to him. 

Some things would never change. 

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@lilylacey [ x ]:

Yet again Lilé paled as she realised the horrifying truth. Her toddler son had murdered a trusted colleague, all because he thought his mama was in danger.

“They won’t know it was him,” she murmured. “I won’t let them know. There are a great many spirits in this court; for all they believe it could be one of those.”

Even so, the knowledge gnawed at her. And so, she gently woke her son in his papa’s arms after ushering Athena into the nursery.

“Domitian, sweetling.” She took his tiny hand in hers, lightly squeezing. “Sweet boy… what did you do to Tavish? Did you hurt the man? Did you think he was going to harm me?”

He might be a baby still, but Lilé knew he was an intelligent child. No doubt he would grow up as clever as his father - and now that worried her.

Domitian yawned, rubbing his left eye. But finally, he giggled. “Bad man. Hurt Da.” He pointed at Thomas, who looked as shocked as she was. He didn’t know Tavish that much, but if Lile’s reaction was any indication, their son had done a very bad thing. However, telling a child that he had done something bad was a little tricky. In Domitian’s mind, he was just protecting a parent, and for all they knew, Tavish could have had some secret ulterior motive. 

“I ‘tab and ‘tab!” He repeated the action again as if he was wielding an invisible knife and stabbing someone with it. Without warning, he suddenly grew limp, slumping forward into his mother’s arms. At the same time, the disembodied giggles of a child echoed around them until he spotted a ghostly form of Domitian standing beside Lile. 

“My word. The child can astral project.” Thomas tilted his head towards the ‘boy’, who giggled again and waved at him before disappearing; seconds later, Domitian stood up straight and hugged Lile, climbing onto her lap. Even from where he was, he could hear the child murmur ‘tabbing bad men.

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@hatpinblade [ x ]:

           “ I’d say more time should be spent focused on             me, but that’s another discussion. “

Eyes look over all the differing foods placed about– beautiful an image. Better yet she has some time with him. Oft was left out of the meetings and the planning– she wasn’t asgardian, so reasons why were evident, though she’d still like to be involved in something. Hardly ever one to just sit around and do nothing, but oft running out of things she could do that fit the image of a princess they all had in mind. Sip of the champagne, she smiles as she looks up at him.

          “ Any other plans I should know about? “

              “I did suggest it, but unfortunately, not everyone agreed with                me."

Preparations for the construction of New Asgard were well underway, and if he wasn’t at a meeting, he was out in the fields, ensuring that everything went smoothly. By the time they’d finished for the day, he was too exhausted to do anything other than kiss her goodnight and disappear underneath the covers. 

Today, however, he was determined to spend as much time as possible before they dragged him back into a meeting about possible agricultural plots and security measures. 

                  “Well, we were intending to start on the defenses. Do you happen                     to know of someone with extensive knowledge on that field?”

He shot her a meaningful look as he sipped some of the wine. He wouldn’t be surprised if she was already bored out of her skull: he’d never known Mallymkun to be idle. 

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@beforewewerehopeless [ x ]:

☾･ﾟ° ☽  🌟 ☾･ﾟ° ☽ Though they had only known each other a few days, the witch couldn’t help but worry when he hadn’t shown up. Did it mean Lucifer had him in his grasp? Did it mean she had once more lost someone else? All these thoughts were rushing throughout her mind. That was, until amber hues finally fell upon his form and a relieved sigh filled the air. But of course, she didn’t want him to know she was worried. She didn’t want him to know just how broken she truly was. ❛ Didn’t know that was really possible. ❜

Jonathan chuckled. It was, but he was a man of schedules and routine. He rarely missed his alarm and was always at work on time. Sounded impossible, true, but he was also human.

                 “It is. Sorry if I kept you waiting for long. Have                    you decided what you want for breakfast?”

He didn’t have a lot of friends outside of the hotel, so it was nice to spend one of his days off with someone else. Most of the guests he met hardly bothered to get to know the hotel staff, so Ella had stood out immediately when she started talking to him about things besides her stay, the hotel, and his job. Well, there had been some questions about it, but those were part of the whole ‘getting to know you’ talk.

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@musewritten [ x ]:

The vampire took his chance to reach out to the stranger. It seemed a down right shame for such beautiful eyes to be hidden away from the world. Her hair was gently tucked away behind her ear. A smile was given as he appraised her beauty without any thought to who or what she was.

“There. Much better. What lovely eyes you have. You shouldn’t be hiding those away.”

She’d kept mostly to herself for her entire life, so to have a stranger not only push her hair back but also comment on her eyes...it was a little unexpected. It ended with her staring at him, her fingers still wrapped around the glass of whiskey. He didn’t look different, but ‘they’ knew the best ways to blend in. Instead of reaching for her crucifix, she kept it in her bag. She wasn’t there to fight; rather, she just wanted a drink. 

               “...thanks. Never thought of them that way.”

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@unequiaime [ x ]:

“ Yes, you are. I’m not saying this because I want you to give me an A+, I know it wouldn’t be that easy” she had to ask herself- not for the first time- why did she feel like he could see right through her. She knew that she didn’t get this feeling because her conscience was giving her problems, that was far from the truth! She enjoyed manipulating people, but something was telling her that it would be pointless to try to do the same thing with her history professor. That’s why most of the time she was unusually honest with him.

“ Thank you, Sir, I’m glad to hear it!” she actually made an effort in her essay, with other subjects she would just do her assignments, but without really caring about what she was writing. To her only the grades were important, but now she felt quite different when it came to writing the essays for the history class.    

“ Do you have any plans for the weekend, Professor?” she asked, curious to find out some personal detail about him.

It was perfectly normal for students to wonder what their professors were doing when they were out of the classroom. But Cassidy showing interest in what a teacher was doing was…uncommon. He hadn’t heard anything about her asking after another professor’s extracurricular activities, and it pandered to his ego a little.

                “I do. I was asked to fill in for one of the theatre actors in the                   local production of Betrayal. Maybe you’ve heard of it.”

Though he preferred being the one ‘pulling the strings’, the role in Harold Pinter’s play was too interesting for him to pass up. And what else did he thrive in the most than speaking lies and casting illusions? Acting was a quick way to slip into another person’s shoes and lie behind his teeth. He didn’t mention his role to anyone in the school ( unless they asked, like she just did ) because he was selective when it came to telling people about his personal life.

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@classifiedborn [ x ]:

           “Unlike the rest of his children, I only am here to              witness the War - not take an active role in it.”

Maybe that was why he was here. To keep watch over the God who had caused so much chaos or maybe it was his own mockery of everything Thanos was. All Grant wanted was a weapon to end a pesky species - one that could be considered a thorn in his side-, but that could wait. His world was long gone, so why not let them keep their lives for a while longer.

            “If it was up to me, I would be  on a ship far away              from here; maybe the other side of the Galaxy by now.”

However, he couldn’t have that. Not while he was still bound by oaths and most certainly not when Thanos was determined to get the last few stones. With those, he could wipe the one’s who had tormented him for so long out - all Grant  needed to do was persuade the Titan into doing his dirty work.

                “Unfortunately, for us both… I’m here, and not…”

Grant gestured towards the battle for several moments, In his mind, it was amazing how an entire world would try to stop Thanos. To stop their end; he’d seen fights larger than this before… full intergalactic worlds, but this world wanted to survive… he respected that.

                  “Out there.”

             “No. You’re not. Shame, really. Did you ever wonder why               he’s chosen you to watch over me? His children are more               than capable of doing it themselves.”

His words could be seen as some form of manipulation. Loki had tricked men for less important reasons, but this time, he was also curious. His jailer must have had a very good reason for entering into a willing alliance with Thanos. Ronan the Accuser had been one of Thanos’ former allies, but his impatience had cost him his life and the end of his vendetta against the Xandarians. Loki’s alliance, brought about by mental torture and trickery, had ended the moment he broke free from the mental bond formed between them.

But what made Grant stay here?

             “Be cautious of his words. Whatever promises he’s given you…               do not rely on them. He has given his word twice and has broken               it twice.”

The muffled sounds of the explosions below them were becoming more frequent, and he dared a look. The sudden beam of white light was almost blinding, forcing him to look away. What he saw next made him laugh: only his brother could think of such a dramatic and powerful entrance. Now armed with a new weapon, Thor easily cut through Thanos’ soldiers. It was obvious who his real target was, but even with the strength behind each axe swing, he feared for his brother’s life.

              “What is it you truly desire, Grant? Perhaps we can help each other.”

From the way Grant spoke, he had a feeling that the man wasn’t really there because he believed in Thanos’ doctrine. That Thanos only had something that Grant wanted, and it was what he was using to keep Grant in his service. Whatever that was, Loki could find ways to give it to him…for a price.