Where the Wild Words Are

roleplaying blog for my beloved original, charlotte Fleurette (face claim: clemence poésy). check out the 'about' page as well as that marked 'verses and info' to get to know both mun and character. currently, all up in some loki (multiple verses welcomed) and willing to play with any of you lovelies. don't be shy - it never got anyone any place good. tracking tag #zeeroes

[theoutcastofasgard-deactivated2]

Loki twirled the staff he held elegantly between his fingers. It was not everyday he practiced without magic. Though today was quite different.

[zeeroes]

Light eyes watched carefully as a familiar form, albeit one she had never examined in such proximity, stood...

[zeeroes]

Charlotte’s mouth was dry and uncooperative as she attempted to piece together a reply, some excuse for her presence where it was clearly not invited.

“My apologies, Lord,” she bowed out of habit, taking a step back to compensate for the step Loki had taken forward. “I didn’t mean to intrude. Far be it from me to interrupt…”

Whatever it was that was happening, she wasn’t entirely sure. She was certain, however, that she hadn’t intended to stumble onto anyone, let alone Loki; she had only meant to satisfy her curiosity, to find something to capture interest. She supposed she had certainly found that.

[zeeroes]

[tricksterkingloki]

"Earned your trust?" she repeated to clarify the statement. "May I ask how?"

She had proven to be a less fearful and more honest subject than perhaps some others, but she was unsure how she had come into a position of trustworthiness in their short meeting. Though intriguing as the prospect was, Charlotte maintained a guard, imagining that perhaps there was some sort of trick in the making.

"Some things are worth the wait to find out." Loki said smiling.

[zeeroes]

"I suppose that much is true," she allowed, still confused both as to how she had placed herself in a position of trust as well as what the implied threat of finding out his motivation would mean for her.

[zeeroes]

[zeeroes]

"Hey," she reassured him, lightly clasping a hand to his shoulder with a smile, "don’t look so torn up about it. I’m pretty sure I’ll pull through." She knew she had seen the boy somewhere before, though attending a university with such a large student body typically created that...

[zeeroes]

"I second that motion," she said with a nod. It was far more relaxing to visit the library when it wasn't crammed wall to wall with students. She still couldn't shake the idea that they might've met before, however, and decided to give sounding like the world's oldest cliche a go. 

"It sounds so overdone, but I really feel like I've seen you around, before," she mentioned, shaking her head at how silly she sounded even to her own ears. "Maybe we're in a class together, or you live in the same building as me? I'm not sure. I could be wrong, I suppose."

[zeeroes]

There were worse places than the library to spend one’s evening when the familiar grip of insomnia wound tight and made finding sleep impossible. The safe haven located on campus was open twenty-four hours a day during the week, providing a place to study and escape for those that...

[zeeroes]

"Hey," she reassured him, lightly clasping a hand to his shoulder with a smile, "don't look so torn up about it. I'm pretty sure I'll pull through." She knew she had seen the boy somewhere before, though attending a university with such a large student body typically created that effect regardless of whether or not it was true. Whether or not they'd met before, they'd certainly met now. "I don't usually run into anyone in the library, so late," she mentioned, pausing with a smirk before adding, "no pun intended, of course."

[zeeroes]

[zeeroes]

She couldn’t help her inner cynic, warning her that Ted Bundy likely offered his coat to women somewhere along the way before they ended up on the backs of milk cartons, but even her inner cynic was just that – cynical. Not afraid, just wary of the kindness she was being shown by...

[zeeroes]

If she didn't eventually take him somewhat at his word, her endless cycle of questioning could go on all night; no serial killer would just outright admit to their extracurricular hobby, but she had to remind herself that sleeping at the bus station would likely have been even more fraught with danger. She'd spent twelve hours in the company of her fellow bus riders, and she'd seen no shortage of shady characters; at least Loki had made an attempt to seem nonthreatening and decent. "I'm afraid there isn't much to tell," she began before realizing how cliche that sounded. She decided to open up some. "I'm from Port St. Lucie, in Florida, and I just sort of... Well, I ended up here. Before you met me in the diner, I'd spent half an entire day getting as far away from there as possible, and as crazy as it probably makes me sound, I obviously didn't plan much as far as Act Two of my plan was concerned."

"What about you? Aside from being extremely chivalrous and not at all a serial killer, that is..." she asked with a light laugh.

[zeeroes]

[zeeroes]

Charlotte was not the type of person to typically behave so rashly or recklessly as to simply join a stranger in their home, and though it would have had a certain cinematic quality to it, she couldn’t say there was ‘just something’ about Loki that made her want to trust him. In...

[zeeroes]

She couldn’t help her inner cynic, warning her that Ted Bundy likely offered his coat to women somewhere along the way before they ended up on the backs of milk cartons, but even her inner cynic was just that – cynical. Not afraid, just wary of the kindness she was being shown by someone who didn’t know the first thing about her. Loki did, indeed, seem kind enough, but a healthy dose of thought never hurt anyone.

“I just need to pay my –” she turned to see the waitress already clearing away her mug and cashing out the ticket. She couldn’t help the slightly embarrassed smile that played on her lips at that point; whoever had concluded that chivalry was dead had clearly not met the man offering her his coat, paying her bill, and offering her a safe place to stay in the midst of the raging storm. His kindness would be of little import if she did end up on the back of a milk carton, but as with so many things, Charlotte supposed she would worry over danger when she was face with it.

She pulled the jacket up over her head, keeping close to Loki in order to follow him towards his vehicle and out of the storm. It was easier than she had thought it would be to climb into a stranger’s car once she realized the gravity of the storm and considered the possibility of being stuck out in it for its duration.

Once inside the car, she smoothed her damp blonde hair away from her face and tightened her borrowed jacket around herself to block the cold.

“I think this is the point when I sort of have to ask, but you’re not some sort of serial killer or something like that… Right?” she asked, mostly teasing. 

[theoutcastofasgard-deactivated2]

Open

Loki twirled the staff he held elegantly between his fingers. It was not everyday he practiced without magic. Though today was quite different. 

[zeeroes]

Light eyes watched carefully as a familiar form, albeit one she had never examined in such proximity, stood before her; suddenly, cavorting around the castle grounds, where the average Asgardian such as herself was not expressly welcome, seemed to have been a bit of a mistake.

If she could sneak away quietly, evade detection by Loki, perhaps she had a chance to escape the situation entirely…

[zeeroes]

[zeeroes]

“I haven’t really got that far, yet,” she admitted with a sheepish shrug. A place to stay hadn’t been on the top of her list – or at least it wouldn’t have been, had there even been a list to begin with. Her primary concern when leaving had been simply getting away, satisfying...

[zeeroes]

Charlotte was not the type of person to typically behave so rashly or recklessly as to simply join a stranger in their home, and though it would have had a certain cinematic quality to it, she couldn’t say there was ‘just something’ about Loki that made her want to trust him. In reality, it was the seriousness of the storm and the lack of money in her pocket that forced her decision; she hadn’t even thought through her plan enough to afford a room at an inn until her last paycheck was deposited into her bank account, which would be at least a two day wait.

“Wait,” she piped up at the last moment, just before Loki had managed to make his way out the door. “Are you sure it wouldn’t be an imposition? I didn’t really plan on ending up here, per se, and then I was just going to wait out the storm, but like she said, they’re probably going to close and –”

She had to stop herself and take a breath before continuing so as to prevent herself from rambling incoherently.

“What I was trying to say,” she continued more calmly, “is that if your offer still stands, it would help me out more than I can say.”

[zeeroes]

OOC: Go give my friend S a look. Her Loki is terrific, and at the moment, quite lonely. I think she also has an open thread, presently. Check her out here.

[zeeroes]

It was by no means unusual to find Charlotte wandering after dark. She preferred to keep the company of the hours which most people used for the comfort of sleep, something that had never come easily to her. Call it a mind filled with thoughts or a simple case of insomnia, but the dark hours…

[tricksterkingloki]

Loki smirked, “My dear lady, I do not mean that I shall show the people of Asgard, I shall show you personally, you have earned my trust not them.”

[zeeroes]

"Earned your trust?" she repeated to clarify the statement. "May I ask how?"

She had proven to be a less fearful and more honest subject than perhaps some others, but she was unsure how she had come into a position of trustworthiness in their short meeting. Though intriguing as the prospect was, Charlotte maintained a guard, imagining that perhaps there was some sort of trick in the making.

[zeeroes]

Insomniacs Unite | Closed for askunamusedloki

There were worse places than the library to spend one’s evening when the familiar grip of insomnia wound tight and made finding sleep impossible. The safe haven located on campus was open twenty-four hours a day during the week, providing a place to study and escape for those that might need such an option. Charlotte, for one, had grown familiar with the atmosphere during the emptiest hours of night, when there was scarcely anyone else seeking distraction in the building. Ce la vie for a Liberal Arts student with a busy mind and a touch of wakefulness.

It was fair enough to say that the young woman possessed a love of reading, but more over, a love of moving about while others chose sleep. It was far more interesting to find herself in what would by anyone’s standards be a dizzying array of books than to spend the night in her dorm, attempting to keep herself entertained within its four walls.

There was rarely anyone else lurking about when Charlotte chose to visit the library at such odd hours, aside from the stray student diligently working on a term paper or some other mammoth assignment in the computer area. For the most part, she was able to roam and browse the shelves at her own leisure, without paying much attention.

On this particular night, however, a bit more awareness of her surroundings would have served her well. She had been strolling rather aimlessly through the fiction section, watching as the titles bled over into the poetry section, and so on and so forth in her uninterrupted bubble of distraction when she felt herself stumble into something solid.

Someone solid, as it turned out.

She gasped a bit in surprise, not having expected to run into anyone, either metaphorically or quite as literally as she had. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she righted her balance, blinking a few times to clear her vision.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized, “I just wasn’t watching where I was going…”

[zeeroes]

It can't be Ragnarok with the absence of of three years of freezing winters without summers to separate them (Fimbulwinter), and it likely won't be predicted by the British.

Specifically, not by one lone Brit who believes he heard the Gjallerhorn.

Just sayin'.

[zeeroes]

[zeeroes]

"Then, forgive me for speaking out of turn once more," she began, wondering how many times she was going to hear that dangerous phrase fall from her own lips in one evening, "why instill such fear? There are those who would have one another believe you enjoy the anguish of your people, simply for sadistic pleasure."

[tricksterkingloki]

"Sometimes I do, and one day I may tell you why." Loki smiled. 

[zeeroes]

She was unsure what to make of his response, finding herself torn between his either meaning he would one day perhaps tell her specifically, or the collective of his subjects as a whole. It seemed too egotistical to think he would mean her, but it seemed that such knowledge would be rendered ineffective if shared with the entirety of Asgard. "I await the day when the people's curiosity can be satisfied," she finally spoke, finding a middle ground between her two assumptions.

[zeeroes]

[zeeroes]

Loki smirked, “I am glad people are scared, it keeps them in line.”

"I suppose it does," she agreed, though her tone indicated she didn’t necessarily regard it as a positive leadership strategy.

[tricksterkingloki]

Loki noticed her tone and smirked, “You don’t understand till you are a ruler.”

[zeeroes]

"I can’t say it’s a position I find to be particularly enviable," she spoke more freely, emboldened by the back and forth exchange taking place between them. "The pressures must be immense, and the fear of the people you serve, however obedient it makes them, must weigh heavy on your shoulders."

((OOC: heading off to bed, but I’ll be back around sometime tomorrow.)

[tricksterkingloki]

"You have no idea." Loki smirked. 

(okay)

[zeeroes]

"Then, forgive me for speaking out of turn once more," she began, wondering how many times she was going to hear that dangerous phrase fall from her own lips in one evening, "why instill such fear? There are those who would have one another believe you enjoy the anguish of your people, simply for sadistic pleasure."

[chaostrickeryanddeceit-deactiva]

[zeeroes]

The warmth and splendor that had reigned high for hours was winding down quietly, closing with the same sense of peace for the villagers that had permeated throughout the day.

It was nearly impossible not to find oneself captivated by the beauty and serenity of the landscape...

[zeeroes]

“And I’m just lovely. I appreciate your concern,” she muttered in obvious sarcasm. This stranger had crashed into her with full force, and yet, he seemed to somehow be under the impression that it was she who was at fault. Perhaps she could have avoided the collision had she been watching her path, but it seemed only rational in her mind that the one moving at such a breakneck speed would be the one responsible for any ill outcome of their stride.

She made no motion to help him gather his gold, feeling somehow he’d take it as insultingly as he seemed to have taken her concern for his well being. Her stubborn spirit wouldn’t allow her to extend much of a helping hand to someone who had been intentionally discourteous. In spite of his initial irritation, his next words were spoken with something that resembled relief, and Charlotte attempted to adjust her own disposition to mirror that somewhat.

“I’m Charlotte,” she answered curtly, “And yes, I indeed do make my home here.”

She paused for a moment, allowing the pieces of the puzzle to form something of a clearer picture in her mind; he had been running from someone or something, carrying quite the fistful of gold, and gained some sort of respite by seeing that his perimeter was secure. Though she couldn’t speculate too thoroughly or share her deductions openly, she was forming an idea of what was happening.

“And yourself?” she asked, raising an eyebrow in light suspicion. “Who are you? Do you live here? Or simply come here to… make a living?”

[zeeroes]

[zeeroes]

Loki smirked, “I am glad people are scared, it keeps them in line.”

"I suppose it does," she agreed, though her tone indicated she didn’t necessarily regard it as a positive leadership strategy.

[tricksterkingloki]

Loki noticed her tone and smirked, “You don’t understand till you are a ruler.”

[zeeroes]

"I can't say it's a position I find to be particularly enviable," she spoke more freely, emboldened by the back and forth exchange taking place between them. "The pressures must be immense, and the fear of the people you serve, however obedient it makes them, must weigh heavy on your shoulders."

((OOC: heading off to bed, but I'll be back around sometime tomorrow.)

[zeeroes]

[zeeroes]

She blanched slightly at the question he posed, knowing she’d overstepped the bounds of polite conversation with mentioning the stories in the first place. Given who she was speaking to, she knew that back pedaling was not even among her arsenal and that she would have no choice but to answer truthfully.

"There has been talk of cruelty, of torture and of reasons to fear you," she answered, purposefully leaving out anything overtly detailed. "Forgive me, Lord, for speaking in this way. It’s only the words of others, the tales I have heard."

[tricksterkingloki]

Loki smirked, “I am glad people are scared, it keeps them in line.”

[zeeroes]

"I suppose it does," she agreed, though her tone indicated she didn't necessarily regard it as a positive leadership strategy.