#onceaedra

[hvitabiorn]

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✍ - a  d i a r y   e n t r y  about your muse

"I sometimes swear I am lost in Dementia—that I have known the maniacal nature of Sheogorath in my dreams, for they are the only reason I would have chosen such a ridiculous path for myself—to have been influenced by absolute Madness.

That is what you are, correct? That Daedric Prince of Madness? Have you weaselled into my head to convince me to fight against my brothers and sisters?

Or am I just that horrible of a human being?”

[ondolemalicious-blog]

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Send me a ✏ for a “Roses are Red” poem from my muse to yours.

Luckily for you, I am a bit of a poet.

*ahem*

Roses are red,

and reflect in the pond;

Before we go any further,

are you a natural blonde?

[mygloriouspurpose]

      Being unwelcome within his own realm was far harder than he'd first imagined it would be. It was a lonely existence, a shunted existence, and he was growing tired of it. It was wearing his patience thin, and so on a spontaneous urge, he'd decided to travel the other realms for a change of scenery. He was seeking something less mundane than what his own reality had become, looking for a stranger to meet -- whether it be for the purpose of becoming acquaintances, enemies or to remain strangers, he really didn't care.

                  The moment his feet touched the ground, he began to take in his surroundings. His emerald gaze sought out the closest person he could find, a small smirk taking residence upon his face as his eyes fell upon them. Slowly he approached them, considering his words carefully and deciding a full on introduction would be best for entertainment purposes -- if the person knew who he was, he was sure to get quite a reaction, and if they didn't... well, he'd still find a way to have fun with that.

       ❝Greetings. I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, and I assure you, the pleasure is all yours,❞ he bowed his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes.