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riverviewlogs2017-11-22 06:57 pm
ikols) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-11-22 06:57 pm
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(closed) tell me you've never loved me, tell me it was just a lie
who: loki and billy
what: escapades
when: llllate because NERDING OUT HAS NO CURFEW and neither does thievery
where: sanctum sanctorum
warnings: tba
[ With the sleeves of his shirt smoking and hair singed, a burn stripes down one side of Loki's face from temple to jaw as he barges into the Sanctum at ass o'clock, stripping off his coat to stamp on the blackened parts. Shit. The shadowthread will need reworking. That's going to be time-consuming. His hot vest makes a loud clatter when he dumps the too-warm scalemaille in haste, climbing the stairs as he makes his way toward a working bathroom (not the acid one). By the time he passes multiple doors and makes it to his destination, his eye is stinging and Loki drops to his knees by the sink, elbows hooked over the edge.
When he isn't so dazed he stands and peers into the mirror at the mess several would-be Hel Hounds have made of him, their breath particularly nostalgic from a bird's-eye perspective but never so close up. They weren't purebreds, of course, some moon-twisted Silent Hill remake of Thori, more like split-mouthed hyenas than anything ...
He's glad those jaws never took purchase. He would have totally shredded his coat, never mind his arm.
Making more noise than usual as he goes about washing his wound, disorientated, the godling yelps and curses without any volume control because either Sam is around visiting Stephen and will come by to help or Loki is home alone while the sorcerer is off with his squeeze on a horrendously normal date. Blood drips red onto ceramic, a sheen of blue caught in it when the electric lights shine a certain way.
Above all, Loki sincerely hopes there is some ice cream left in the unchained fridge. ]
what: escapades
when: llllate because NERDING OUT HAS NO CURFEW and neither does thievery
where: sanctum sanctorum
warnings: tba
[ With the sleeves of his shirt smoking and hair singed, a burn stripes down one side of Loki's face from temple to jaw as he barges into the Sanctum at ass o'clock, stripping off his coat to stamp on the blackened parts. Shit. The shadowthread will need reworking. That's going to be time-consuming. His hot vest makes a loud clatter when he dumps the too-warm scalemaille in haste, climbing the stairs as he makes his way toward a working bathroom (not the acid one). By the time he passes multiple doors and makes it to his destination, his eye is stinging and Loki drops to his knees by the sink, elbows hooked over the edge.
When he isn't so dazed he stands and peers into the mirror at the mess several would-be Hel Hounds have made of him, their breath particularly nostalgic from a bird's-eye perspective but never so close up. They weren't purebreds, of course, some moon-twisted Silent Hill remake of Thori, more like split-mouthed hyenas than anything ...
He's glad those jaws never took purchase. He would have totally shredded his coat, never mind his arm.
Making more noise than usual as he goes about washing his wound, disorientated, the godling yelps and curses without any volume control because either Sam is around visiting Stephen and will come by to help or Loki is home alone while the sorcerer is off with his squeeze on a horrendously normal date. Blood drips red onto ceramic, a sheen of blue caught in it when the electric lights shine a certain way.
Above all, Loki sincerely hopes there is some ice cream left in the unchained fridge. ]
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[ It wasn't what was best for everyone, he's familiar with his own suffocating presence. ]
So ... which movies are we vegging out to today?
[ It seems safer to stay inside, somehow. ]
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( it's one movie. he finishes off the veggies on his plate, moves onto finishing the potatoes. )
Your pick for the second.
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[ You wanna play this game, Kaplan, he'll play. ]
Third?
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( why are we playing this game. )
And that's more than enough hours to burn.
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[ Ungrateful sadist, how shocking. ]
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( but fine. billy gets to his feet, reaches over for loki's plate, if he's done with it. )
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? Rent? Into the Woods? Star Wars: A New Hope?
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[ Billy can feel free to clean up, Loki is going to finish his ale and watch the witch move around the kitchen. ]
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( the hoodie comes off and gets left draped over a dining room chair so he doesn't ruin it, sleeves of the shirt under it pushed up his arms once he reaches the sink to rinse off the dishes without getting them wet. he's fast enough--get the food off, bend down to put them in the dishwasher before closing it back up. )
Your magic batteries recharged enough to turn the television on, or should I dig through the cushions to find the remote before we start?
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[ He rises and takes his drink along en-route to the lounge, reaching back for Billy's hand purely because he know he likely won't be denied right now. ]
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We can start a list and work our way down it.