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Sing!
—So send me “Sing!” and my character will tell you how they’re feeling and/or how they feel about your character using song lyrics.Time after timeI say oh Lord whats the useTime after timeI say this just won’t do, butSooner or later in life the things you love you lose,Just like before i know i’ll call on you
x
The knowledge of my death is not rare in the palace. Gossip spreads like wildfire most days, and it is hard to keep a secret of a prince's death from the population. I remember well the commiserations I received as a child, the apologies of being born into so cursed a life.
There is an old man, a scholar of history, a wise soul who counselled many of what once was. He was no tutor to Odin's sons, however. Darkness and dank books were more his domain in life, hiding away in the alcoves of the library to mull over some old text.
He once came out, once, on the foundation-shaking information of the destiny that concerns the entire universe. I remember him coming to look at me- I was no more than a wide-eyed child then, clutching a wooden sword- and his milky eyes stared deep into mine. His gaze was horrible, it held me so tightly as he ripped through my soul, looked at everything I was.
And I remember the grief in his eyes. The sorrow from this man who mourned me while I was still alive.
It is only because of him that I see the same look in my mother's eyes.
"Just five more minutes."
"No! You're asleep on my leg, I can't feel it, get uuuup!"
“It’s so beautiful.”
This was for Clint, she kept telling herself. He was close with her, with Darcy, so she had to at least provide a token effort in getting along with the brunette. A quiet dinner at Natasha’s apartment, wine, and perhaps a movie. That’s how people got to know each other, right? That’s what normal people did to make friends?
At Darcy’s words, Natasha turned to see what she was talking about and couldn’t help the smile that flitted to her lips, soft and genuine — the first real smile she had all night.
There was a small shelf in her apartment dedicated to the knick-knacks Clint brought home for her; the piece being commented on was a Faberge spider broach.
"It is." Natasha agreed, moving over to stand next to Darcy. She picked it up, handling it gently, and turned it over so Darcy could appreciate the intricate work put into it. "Clint gave it to me; he had a mission abroad, in Russia. Said he picked it up for a handful of rubles from a Romanian." She chuckled and set it back on the shelf. "He had no idea what kind of a treasure he found."
red string of fate
60. Our muses are destined to fall into each others arms after one has a slip Coffee tray in one hand, purse hastily slung over her shoulder as Darcy struggled to run the several city blocks required in order to not be horrendously late yet again. She could not afford this, not with how things had been going. She needed this to work. It hadn’t been her fault that she’d needed to see the very last 10 minutes of the series finale , it was the last episode ever. Nor was it her fault she’d taken an additional 15 minutes when she ordered her coffee and flirted with the cashier only to discover they’d made her order wrong and had it remade. Well, maybe she’d ordered the wrong thing by accident and said they’d simply made it wrong, but the fact still stands that it wasn’t her fault. She was nearly there, darting through cars and people. Nearly there, with a minute or two minutes to spare, she could do this, that is, until she found her herself stepping just a touch too hastily on what she though was pavement, but evidently, was black ice. She’d expected the coffee to fly in the air, most likely come back down on her and scolding her horribly just as her head cracked on the pavement, but just short of actually hitting the ground a hand pulled her back and away from traffic, but with her balance still off and with the momentum of the fall, she fell right into the woman’s chest, face planting into her petite breasts. ”Are you alright?” The woman asked,seemingly unphased or unconcerned as Darcy plucked herself from her cleavage, “Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” "What made you run so hastily into traffic?" ”Just running late, really gotta run.” Just then the coffees came crashing to the ground, making Darcy jump. “Well, my boss is gonna be pissed.” The woman stepped forward, moving around Darcy and to the street corner. “Allow me.” Lifting two fingers into the air, a cab came immediately. She gestured for Darcy to get in, walking over to the driver and murmuring something before moving over to Darcy’s door. “Cabs been paid, have a safe trip to work, my dear.” Before Darcy had a chance to make a comment,t he cab was speeding of, and in time that shouldn’t have been possible by the laws of physics he arrived at work, just barely 2 minutes late, despite not telling the cabbie where she worked. Odder still, as she went to exit the cab, on the seat adjacent to her was a cardboard tray with 3 coffees, just as she’d had, from the same coffee shop, and to her shock, with the same labels written on each of the cups save for hers, which instead read Try to slow down next time, no job is worth a cracked skull if your boss would kill you over coffee. S
"The peanut butter is gone."
"Seriously?" Jane's head came up and she scratched at the side of it, her fingers combing into her hair. "I just bought some two days ago...That's all Erik'll eat lately." she sighed and put her pen down, pushing herself up and stretching tiredly. "I'll run down to the shop. Let Thor know for me if he gets back before I do."
Ugh
I work in retail and have a 330AM shift, so I have to head out early tonight. I will be on tumblr for a few hours tomorrow, but depending on how coherent I am, I may or may not be able to reply to things properly. As of right now I'm fairly caught up, but if i owe you something please like? I'll be here sparingly over this weekend, so replies will be slow. iknowcpr I know I owe you an ask meme, but that requires a proper reply written on the computer, I can't write that all out on my phone. If anyone wants to rp via ask box I will be happy to reply as often as I can, but it will all be done on mobile. While I'm on the subject, anyone can come into my ask box to start an rp. All are welcome, even if I can't always promise Sigyn will be pleasant, she will reply. Thank you all so much!
Describe the color blue
Its the color of serene beauty as she looks out and sees the sky making love with the ocean, unsure of where the water ends and the air begins and unsure if it really matters. Its the type of tranquility she wishes to have some day, perhaps once her life is over.
It’s the color of her lips as she’s shivering for warmth in the cold, unforgiving forest when she is just a child; alone and lost and forced to fight for her survival. It’s the color of her desperation as she has to choose between her or them and she makes the choice to live. She doesn’t know why she wants to live, she just knows she has to.
It’s the color of his eyes when he wakes up in the morning and looks with her with more affection than she deserves. She brushes the hair from his face and he murmurs soft to her. It the color of the serenity she feels in his arms, and the sadness that lurks just beyond that knowing it wouldn’t last.
