#marveledmuses

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[illbringthechaosmagic]

[closed starter for @marveledmuses ]

Wanda knew that this was sending her straight to Hell, if there was even such a place. It had started off as an innocent day out with Thanatos, with them ending up with them visiting a church. They had looked around at the various stain glass windows that took up most of one wall, enjoying how the colours all seemed to swirl together in the light. As they had wandered in further, they had found the confessional booths and that was the moment things had gone a little... south.

Slipping into one of the booths, Wanda had tugged Thanatos in and closed the door behind them, her hands resting on his hips. “You think this is a good idea?” 

[realmofthegods]

@marveledmuses

Skaði never had any visitors this far up the mountain. She knew of people building so called holiday homes around the place but very rarely did people live in them.

It was her and her tigers and that was the way she liked it. She had distrust for people ever since Loki killed her father and the Æsir tricked her. She was much better living in the snowy mountainside of Midgard, away from all the trouble.

With a bow and arrow in hand she set out for an early morning hunt, having set some traps the night before she would check those while tracking any near by wildlife. She moved unheard and unseen just as a tracker should. There was no deer nearby but she had managed to catch plenty of rabbits.

Her catches slung over her shoulder as she lined up another shot, pulling back the string and just about letting go when a human came in her line of sight, cause her to pull of to the side as the arrow was release whizzing past the women's face and into a nearby tree.

"You ought to be careful, I could of easily killed you." She growled out as she walked past the stranger and over to the tree where she pulled out the arrow. "What are doing so far up here anyway? This is not a safe place to be."

[iiingenious]

@marveledmuses​ Continued from X

“We’re talking about like-- aside from my uniform, right? Because I wouldn’t exactly call that formal.” He jest, removing hands from his pockets and tug at the front of the jacket, adjusting it a bit. “Am I-- too underdressed, or what?” There was no telling what Carol had planned when she invited him along, but she practically lived in leather jackets, so he dressed accordingly.

[iiingenious]

@marveledmuses​ Continued from X

“I never said that I wasn’t a sweetheart, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t worry about me.” Sure they meant it in different ways, but the statement still stands. “Hot, huh-- so is it like, the lighting, or maybe just- the whole wet look--?”

[iiingenious]

@marveledmuses​ continued from X

“--Did I forget to tell you that I’m on a billboard in Japan? Just in case you were worried about the wonderful people not getting to see my face. I have like, actual fangirls.” He laughs about it for a moment. “I’m international baby--!”

[iiingenious]

@marveledmuses​ continued from X

“This is just serving as a reminder that I don’t to candid well-- connecting with someone on the other side of a camera is just- way easier.”

[survivics]

@marveledmuses

Suddenly, she puts the book she had been pretending to read down on the sofa. Disrupting the relaxed, easy pattern of companionship they had settled into since he had began living with her. Or at least, whatever his shared existence with her was. 

“Am I doing this all wrong Than?”

Since he had brought her back, her life had returned almost entirely to what it had been before. Her schedule a pattern of working at the bakery, volunteering and time at home. Although now, instead of being alone he was there and as time passed the growing fondness for having him around only added to her growing anxiety.  

“I feel like I am wasting what you gave me but I do not know what else to do. Is that why you are here still?”

On top of the fear of somehow wasting the gift he had given her, she had been wondering if him staying was some divine test rather than out of genuine desire. And why exactly that seemed to progressively bother her was not something she was entirely sure she was ready to discuss. Or really knew how to begin.