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Oi, guess you weren't expecting this. Guess you hoped I would get better. You've always been such an annoying optimistic idiot I loved nearly as much as Rin - guess you knew about that, didn't you? - and I am glad I met you both. I was so lucky, so blessed and I -
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I'm so sorry.I never wanted to leave you. It just happened, and if you want to hate me for that... that's fine. I rather have you hating me than just don't giving a damn. Still, I have one thing to ask you: move on. I can't even think about someone else being by your side, and probably neither do you at the moment, but the thing I want the most (besides living, but that's not an option) is for you to be happy. So find someone who can cherish you as the beautiful and awesome woman you are.PS. Take care of Rin for me, will you?
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Dear Rin,Don’t blame yourself. I’m sure you are, you are there sitting and thinking ‘How could I have seen nothing?’ or ‘How could have I stopped it from happening?’. You couldn’t. And neither could I, so why should I have mentioned anything to you? So stop, please. Wipe your tears and live for me too. Live to remember me, remember me as one of those friends that always had your back and believed in you… Don’t insult my memory by doubting yourself more than necessary. It’s okay to feel frustrated, but don’t focus on your shortcomings and let them become everything you are. You are not allowed to see them as something set in stone, something you can’t change. There’s only one hopeless thing that can’t be changed in this world, and that’s death. Believe me, I know.Well, there’s so much more that I wanted to write, because it’s easier to put my thoughts down on the paper rather than talking about them out loud but the pen feels so heavy in my hand right now. I love y-
"I didn't actually think you'd do it."
Send me “I didn’t actually think you’d do it.” for my character’s mindset and reaction to having just shot yours.
Its dark where he is, but isn't it always dark? Hasn't Loki always been shrouded in darkness? Don't answer that, of course he has. The night is cool, the stars above are out and the moon is high in the sky.
A peaceful night, you might say, but they do not know of the dangers that lurk from within their own city. They do not know of the dangers that the fallen Prince is capable of.
You think, New York was bad, think again; that was only the beginning. He could kill hundreds more; an entire city and not feel a thing; not bat an eyelash and go on about his day, as if nothing happened.
So, just because someone claims they think they've seen the worse from Loki, they are lying. He could destroy this pathetic city, without even trying, if he wanted to and simply walk away without a care in the world.
The God turns his gaze upward, sighs and inhales the cool air, a soft smile -- an eerie smile, crosses his lips, and after awhile, he closes his eyes and listens to the sounds of the cit all around him. There is nothing quite like it, the calm and peacefulness, it is almost as if, he has been calmed; that the monster within, has finally left, but of course, it has not and he would not like for it to.
After awhile, the sounds of high heels on concrete make their way towards him, with a slight smirk, he raises his head and slowly turns his head towards the sound, his back facing the woman. There is a scent, he knows that scent, he has come across it a time or two.
"Mari...", he name dripped from his lips, he turned around now; slowly at first, but eventually, his face had now fallen onto hers, with a raise of his brow, he made his way over to her and she spoke, words he could not quite make out; words he wasn't sure were directed at him, or someone else and just like that she was gone, yet for some reason, he did not want for her to leave and he reached out, taking her arm in his and tugged her close.
"Don't walk away from me..", the fallen God spoke, a smirk adorning his lips as the mortal began to tug her arm away, as she tried to get free, and Loki, who was not in the mood for this, merely pinned her to the wall, a large sneer along his lips.
"Not going to say, hello or ask for me to release you. Tsk. Tsk.", with a grin, he twisted her arm up around her head and awaited the blondes words; reaction, for her to beg, even. Still, yet, the words, she spoke now, were just as muffled as the words she spoke before -- even m0re so and he had started to grow a headache from it, he let her go but told her not to leave, for he would stop her if she did -- shoot her, tackle her to the ground, use your imagination to come up with that one, but she did move and his head, had began to hurt him much more then he was used to, so he could not go after her, like he wanted.
Instead, he conjured up some throwing blades and with a flick of his wrists, he watched as all four of them whizzed through the air towards the terrified woman, and as they made contact with her delicate, porcelain skin, the scent of her blood began to filter the air, and that was enough to snap him out of whatever funk he was in, he turned his gaze towards the now, motionless and bloody body.
"What the fuck have I done..."
His words left his lips and off he went, flying towards her and falling to his knees, he picked her up and began to rock her, touching her face, trying to find a pulse. It was there, it was shallow, but there, a single tear slide down his face, as he held the cold woman, he had met not even a few days ago, in his arms, trying to comfort her.
"I didn't actually think you'd do it."
Send me “I didn’t actually think you’d do it.” for my character’s mindset and reaction to having just shot yours.
He had not meant to. He had not. The last thing Loki remembered, was that he was alone. No sounds to disturb him. No one to burden him and yet, before he knew it, she was done; on the floor, in a puddle of her own blood and everything was black; darkness shrouded the Fallen Prince, and he stood alone, the daggers he had used to attack her, lay scattered upon the floor around his daughters, hole riddled, battered and bloody body.
He told himself, that if he didn’t move. If he didn’t go to her, that it was not real. That it was a dream. All a fucking dream and she would be alive, somewhere safe, not here, dying on the front-room floor, by his hand.
But, she was.
Suppose, we should recap. Rewind, if you will. Yes, I think that would help you all better to understand.
Loki had been alone, with the lights off and the whole house shrouded in darkness, just the why he had liked it. He had not wanted anyone to bother him. He simply wanted to be alone. Alone with his distorted and twisted thoughts.
With only the cool breeze from the window to comfort him. It had not been his fault that he had attacked, as she appeared out of nowhere, the words. 'Father' had not registered for him. Not until the first two blades had impaled the young girl and as the other two struck, he snapped his fingers and watched as the lights flickered on and there, she was, his daughter lay in a pool of her blood.
He still did not register that it was her, not until she had started calling for him; for help. And, he than, rushed towards her and took her in his arms, cradling her; tears sweeping down his pale face.
"I’m sor— sorry… I’m sorry… Forgive me. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to, Hel. I didn’t mean it." He could heel her couldn’t he? Could she heel herself?
Oh, God’s what was he going to do?
She had not known him, and she never would. Her hands were pressed firmly over the would upon the man's chest as she knelt beside him. The blood seeped between her fingers and all Calypso could do was apologize repeatedly. She could not save him.
He was dying. A proper death. No tricks. No illusions. This was it and what had he to show for it; what had he left behind, but a life full of tricks and lies and who was this woman, hovering over him? He had not met her brother and yet somehow she seemed familiar.
As the cold began to set in, he took a hold of the woman's hand and gripped it tight. Why was she apologizing? Had she been the cause of this? No. No. If she had, she would not have remained, it had to be someone else, someone he had crossed sometime in his life and wronged, but he had wronged so many people; betrayed and hurt , so many people. The question was, who and which lie or trick, had been the cause?
But, he could not think of that now. No. He was dying and what was the point of trying to figure out who his killer had been, before his death? No, he should reflect on his life. The good parts of his life, or what good there was; what good he could remember, that is.
His brother; Thor, his mother and even the old fool of a king, the warriors three and Sif. All the things they did when they were younger, getting lost in the forest and he, insisting that he knew the way, and yet he got them lost and he hurt himself in the process and Thor had to carry him back home. That was soon gone, but the memory that soon replaced it, was one of him, with his mother and their many lessons, of her teaching him, her magic.
He seemed so happy, so young, so care-free. Laughing. He hadn't laughed in a long time, not a genuine happy laugh. No. The laughter that usually leaves the Tricksters lips, is usually a forced one, not a happy one.
After awhile, the tired looking male, turned his thoughts from the pasts, towards the woman whom hovered above him, a cough expelling his lips, as he spoke.
"I do-- I do...", he coughed again, blood falling from his lips, he gripped the woman's hand as tightly as he could. "Do-- don't know you, bu-...", he closed his eyes a little, now, coughing once more, before finishing what he had to say.
"Th-- thank you.. For keepi-- staying with me..", after that he fell silent and just simply waiting for death's mighty grip to drag him in; take him away from this world, into the next.
death!Meme: You were essential to our cause. Thank you for all you've done. Rest in Peace.
>>Can-- s--- m-ssa--. Tell him yo-------
>>Fre-ly: You're welcome.
ENDOFLINE
Death.
[CONNECTION ESTABLISHED]"Is this-- I haven't-- I've never-- C-sec? Please, it's an emergency--
They're at the clinic-- Robbers-- Mercenaries-- In the Lower Wards-- Please-- There's no one else here, I'm alone!
I don't think I can-- I've nothing to defend myself! Please-- I don't wa--
[CONNECTION TERMINATED]
