❝ Long time no see, darling. How’ve you been? ❞
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❝ Long time no see, darling. How’ve you been? ❞
@prlman ♥’d
@prlman said: ‘ don’t give me hope. ’
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❝ i’m NOT, man. err--not yankin’ your chain or anything. i just-- ❞ nic scrubs the back of his neck nervously, eyes falling somewhere around elio’s knees and shins because it’s almost embarrassing how much he means this. ❝ you’ve been really cool to me, and i thought maybe you’d come over and MEET MY DOG? the place isn’t anything special, kinda a shithole, actually, but it beats sleeping behind dumpsters. but yeah, man, we can watch a movie or something and just hang out. ❞
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. the longing was stronger than he’d imagined it would be, even after those torturous weeks they’d spent apart while loki questioned everything their marks meant. he’d known then it was killing him to be away from elio, and he could feel the beginnings of the same strain now -- a bone deep ache, a heaviness that reminded him of where he should be. with HIM.
loki was both grateful and disappointed that it was not a video call they were on now -- grateful because he was NOT in akureyri where he’d said he would be, but in ASGARD. he hadn’t told elio yet about that part of his life, and the gilded halls would only bring questions that he wanted to answer, but didn’t know how to. it was a conversation to be had in person.
he could hear rustling against the speaker, perhaps those downy curls he was already addicted to. if he concentrated, he could remember exactly how they smelled, how they felt against his cheek. loki breathed into the phone, then huffed a soft laugh at elio’s words. if only he knew that he was ALWAYS on loki’s mind, especially now as he found himself tracing the interlocking hearts at his inner wrist, as he’d found himself doing so frequently he’d already heard the whispers that the second prince MUST have found his soulmate to smile at nothing, and everything.
❝ you’ve been on my mind since the moment i left you, ❞ he confessed quietly, drawing his fingers away from his wrist to conjure an illusion of elio’s face. ❝ this will be the last one, i promise. after this, i will take you with me and then i can hold you and kiss you as much as we both want. ❞ tomorrow would be a grueling day of travel, necessary to keep this facade of a mortal life when he could have just taken the bifrost or his own pathways. but at the end of it, he would be HOME, in elio’s arms. ❝ get some rest, elio. i’ll see you at the airport tomorrow night. ❞
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oh , he’s needy. having not had anybody who would instantly cave and get weak around him the way elio does , it’s a confidence boost to say the least. a surprised hum before he’s practically dropping against the bed , making sure to bring elio with him. the boys weight felt against his person.
“-- Are you doing okay, there?”
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“i don’t take walk-ins, and i don’t treat minor boo-boos. please come back when you’re in need of surgery, i’m a very busy man.”
said ‘busy man’ is currently bent over a sketch pad, doodling idly. it’s not even his desk, he’s just slouching there while the actual secretary is off to lunch.
“Katerina, my name is Katerina Petrova” Her tongue takes it’s time with the pronunciation. She speaks, slow and deliberate and only a slight irritation. She is not Katherine ( though in a sense she supposes that she’s not-not Katherine either ) not yet anyway. “There is a difference and I’d appreciate it, if you learned it” — @prlman + katerina petrova starter call
@prlman said: ❝ I made some tea. Now, do you need to talk? Or should I just put on some music? ❞
❝ music. ❞ she's quiet when she responds, pulling her blanket tighter around herself. her mind kept replaying the night she'd killed inez, and it was weighing heavily on her. she didn't know what to do. all she knew was that she didn't want to have to talk about her feelings when she wasn't really sure what she was feeling. ❝ music please. ❞