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      “Is this what it feels like to be heartbroken?” asked Iðunn, a furrow in her brow as she tried to bury her face in the warm furs. If only it were that simple to hide herself from the world. “I don’t like it.” The soft whine to her voice spoke of petulance, and of course Youth herself would be childish in matters of the heart as she was every other aspect of life. “Can’t I make it GO AWAY?”

@sceaduum // starter call 

[diem]

εжз

εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable?

Iðunn l o v e s nature. It’s her home! She belongs to the outdoors, amidst the trees and lakes and wildflowers. She feels most at ease there because it’s freeing— there’s nothing to worry about, no one to offend. Now, Iðunn doesn’t really care to conform to the expectations of her kin, but she doesn’t go out of her way to defy them either. So she’s always at least somewhat out of place at any given time. Surrounded by nature, she can be her truer self. :D 

Of course, that’s mostly in the warmer months— spring and summer. Iðunn finds autumn and winter to be very disagreeable tbh. Mostly because she hates being cold and refuses to adjust her wardrobe accordingly. :’)

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“Can you get that for me? I can’t reach it.” (Eadgyth is so smol)

                                                      @sceaduum

Loki looked up to where she was pointing. From his position sitting on the floor, it looked very far up, though it was most likely perfectly within reach if he just stood up. He frowned, jutting his bottom lip out. “I don’t wanna get up ...” he whined childishly. 

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“Why is there a pancake in the silverware drawer?“ (Ala)

                                Scrubs {Sentence Starters} :: @sceaduum

Loki looked up, eyes widening as he saw where she was looking. A sheepish expression spread across his face. That pancake ... was the bane of his morning. He’d wanted pancakes for breakfast, but did that work out? Noooo. Sure, he managed to get most of a batch, but it was all stolen from him! All but the last one. It had been perfect! Just the right about brown, just the right about of fluff. It was going to be delicious! He’d even managed to get it mostly circular, even flipped it perfectly. Until he’d tried to move it to a plate ... THAT is when it had decided to fly off the spatula and into the open silverware drawer. It was very upsetting as he had been looking forward to it! In the end, he’d just closed the drawer and went off to sulk about his lost pancakes. 

“Why are you snooping through my drawers?”