I WANT TO BE THIS WOMAN RIGHT NOW.
Seriously, lady, whoever you area: you are my fucking hero.
Monthly Archives: August 2012
I have come to the conclusion that I can’t ship Loki with anyone but Sigyn.
And ok, Angrboda at times.
But mostly always Sigyn.
Sometimes Tony, because sassyship.
But mostly always Sigyn.
Pulling out her smartphone, Summer glanced down at it. “It’s almost 2:30.” Cocking her head to the side, she regarded Larke with a narrowed gaze. “I can help you out a bit better than that, then, although I warn you, if this is some kind of confidence trick, you’re like to regret it. Come on, I’ll drive you and make the gps figure it out.”
“Confidence trick?” he scoffed, furrowing a brow. “I’m not sure what you’re implying, Miss Summer, but it would be an insult to my honor. It’s a bit denting that I come off as the sort of man to-” he trailed off frustratedly before straightening his posture. “It’s quite alright, miss. I think I’ll hail the cab, if that would suit you. I’d hate to impose myself or be an inconvenience of any kind.”
“Hey! I wasn’t trying to be insulting! A girl has to be careful in the city, that’s all. But you seem a trustworthy sort.” She shrugged, glancing away. “But if you’re going to be that way, I … wish you good luck.”
Always with my big mouth, she thought dully. I try to make a joke, and it just falls flat on its face.
He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. Now he seemed to have pissed off, or at least put off, a total stranger. “I understand, Miss,” he admitted with a nod. “Sketchy folks around here. If I were you, I’d be a bit more careful who I offered car rides to,” he said more quietly, glancing around at other park denizens.
“Oh, well, I cheat.” She flashed him a smile that dared him to question. “Now, you said you had an appointment. Yes or no?”
“I-er- yes Miss.” he fumbled, quite certain he didn’t dare to question. “At 2:52, actually.”
“Well that’s interestingly precise!” Reaching behind herself, Summer extracted her keys from the strap of her purse, and beckoned. “Let’s go. You set the gps while I get us out into traffic.” She let him to a little targa-topped burgundy car, popping both doors. “And on the way, you can tell me a little more about yourself.”
*she notices Summer skipping right over the question and purses her lips, but she doesn’t really want to press it, curious as she is* Yeah, it has been really good for me. I didn’t even realize what I was missing; I’d actually had myself convinced that I was better suited to being alone. *she shook her head and rolled her eyes* I was wrong. But here you’ve gone confusing me again. What do you mean, those like us?
People who are a little different. Out of the ordinary.
Oh, *she nods, smiling a little* yep. I guess I can definitely fit into that category. *her hand almost reaches up to rest below her vivid violet eyes, but she lets it drop back to her side before it even gets halfway there* It’s funny, I’ve spent so much of my life trying to seem normal that it’s a little odd for me when people know that I’m not. *she chuckles softly*
And that’s exactly what I mean … to have someone to let down all the facades with. We need that, to not have to watch our words, not have to wear contacts or whathaveyou. *she cocks an eyebrow* So, want to tell me about this … special person?
Confidante | @mischief-mistress
Summer stumbled back a few steps, new instinct spreading her wings for balance. Hastily, she dumped the emotion she’d drawn off Lex into shields, blocking out the physical pain doubling the other girl over. “Lex? Lex?! Should it hurt you that muc—YIKES!”
Skipping aside from the sparks, she knelt beside Lex, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Hey. Hey, Lex!”
Lex felt Summer’s hand on her shoulder and she groaned slightly as she opened her eyes. “Sorry, I-” she tried to sit up at least, but she was feeling quite dizzy. A week without magic, her body seemed to have gotten used to it, and now it felt strange again. However, Lex managed to do it, but she had to close her eyes and breathe in deep immediately. “That must’ve been a bit creepy for you, what?” Lex mumbled, her face now also covered in sweat apart from the tears she had shed.
“Let me… get used to have the power of magic flowing through me again…”
Trying to keep a steady breathing, Lex slowly opened her eyes. She felt… strong. Complete. She was still feeling lightheaded, and she didn’t dare to stand up yet, but she liked to be able to feel the magic again.
“Oooh.” Summer’s eyes rounded at the flood of relief Lex felt. “Your magic is … really different from mine. It’s literally part of you physically, isn’t it. That’s amazing.”
She knelt carefully beside Lex, watching over her. “You’re going to be okay now. That’s one worry eased, right? So now you can go be honest to Magnus, and be able to protect yourself. Right?”
Birthday ficlet
She’d always loved singing, loudly in the car or the shower, softly and mindlessly while working on a project. Sometimes karaoke, sometimes a capella, always music that spoke her heart in the words she couldn’t always find alone.
Anyone who knew her well would have known these things. But he didn’t. They’d known each other such a short time.
That was why she’d decided to sing for him. As a gift. Her gift, this new thing he didn’t know, couldn’t know. A soft, sweet thing, a thing utterly detached from the hell they’d already walked through together.
Summer knew Loki was there, could taste his presence as unique as his scent. She didn’t turn, though, one arm folded on the table, one finger conducting little flames to each candle scattered across the polished wood surface. Quiet and slow, she sang, each note precise, each word shaped.
“When I look into your eyes / It’s like watching the night sky / Or a beautiful sunrise / There’s so much they hold.”
She’d left her hair loose, freshly washed waves gleaming like copper and bronze in the flickering flames, flowing down her back nearly to the floor. The seat she’d chosen was low, and had no back, because she knew he loved her hair.
“And just like them old stars / I see that you’ve come so far / To be right where you are / How old is your soul?”
Her shoulders rose bare out of the corset one of the chambermaids had helped her into. Green, his green; the shade of his eyes, and velvet, laced with silk and boned with steel. The long ends of the ribbons mingled with the fall of her hair.
“Well, I won’t give up on us / Even if the skies get rough / I’m giving you all my love / I’m still looking up.”
She was still a modern woman, though, and had added a little black skirt, leaving her legs bare and making them look longer. At least, she hoped so. His height didn’t frighten her, but she could never look anything other than tiny next to him, either.
“And when you’re needing your space / To do some navigating / I’ll be here patiently waiting / To see what you find.”
And here were the lyrics she wanted him to hear, the ones that said all the things she couldn’t come out and say easily. The things she was afraid to say while looking into his eyes, because she couldn’t unspin his feelings from hers, couldn’t unpick lust from love, desperation from desire. She let her voice rise, carrying all the intensity of her heart, swallowed in the lyric line.
“‘Cause even the stars, they burn / Some even fall to the Earth / We’ve got a lot to learn / God knows we’re worth it / No, I won’t give up.”
She hadn’t bothered with any other adornment; she wasn’t beautiful, would never be beautiful. She’d only offer herself as she was, not polished and shaped into some other being. Bare feet, bare throat, bare hands. The shifting light of the candlefire was the only play of colour she wanted.
“I don’t want to be someone who walks away so easily / I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make / Our differences, they do a lot to teach us how to use / The tools and gifts we got yeah, we got a lot at stake.”
All the candles were lit now, wavering faintly in the still air of Loki’s rooms. She watched them, knowing the sparkle they set in her eyes, the way they shimmered off the play of hair around her face.
The way they struck sparks off the man behind her, breathing low and slow so he didn’t miss a word, didn’t break the pure spell she was weaving with no more component than her self.
“And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we did intend / For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn / We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in / I had to learn what I’ve got and what I’m not and who I am.”
Loki was right behind her now, his hands hovering just over her skin, sliding a bare breath away from her hair. She could feel his warmth, taste his pleasure and surprise like honey on the back of her tongue. Slowly, she leaned back, letting her head fall back into his hands, smiling up into those green, green eyes as she gave him the last lyric, soft and sweet.
“I won’t give up on us / Even if the skies get rough / I’m giving you all my love / I’m still looking up / Still looking up.”
