❛ tordn.
this is a world much unlike the one from which she HAILS, but that does not mean she appreciates it any less. each is unique in their own right, asgardia more abundant with G O L D E N spires && midgard with its brick && mortar buildings, topiary galore. && she has found that she rather likes its simplicity, THOUGH the people who inhabit it are anything but.
&& it, much like other realms and dimensions, is not untouchable by DEATH. it has been said time && time again that the earth is a dying planet, though she hopes that its demise does not PRECEDE hers.
❝ ‘tis so beautiful here. i do not wish to think about everything dying. ❞
Up until now, the room was filled with nothing but the rapid clicking of Felicity's keyboard as she typed. Apparently, extremely detailed reports are required after meeting an EXTRATERRESTRIAL being. Asgardian. Goddess. There are many words that can describe HER & Felicity has yet to find the right one. Either way, she would think a mind-reading device that S.H.I.E.L.D could use already existed. Or was that ＡＧＡＩＮＳＴ their policy? Her thoughts are interrupted when the other speaks and the sentence she hears is not one she is expecting. Then again, she's not really sure what she should EXPECT.
❛ You don't have to. You can choose to, you know. . . ❞
an ᴬᵂᴷᵂᴬᴿᴰ curve of her lips as she proceeds to SING.
❛ Always look on the ＢＲＩＧＨＴ ＳＩＤＥ of life.
Always look on the ＢＲＩＧＨＴ ＳＩＤＥ of death. . . ❞
