what exactly does a low-maintenance rp partner mean? well… it means that I will never rush you for a reply ( ic or ooc ), meme or ask answer, or pretty much anything! take all the time you need, it really doesn’t matter to me. this isn’t a race, this is something that is done for fun! so, don’t feel obligated to do something or even be online, if you don’t want to. it doesn’t matter how long or fast it takes you to respond to me, if you’re my person, you’re my person. and if you go on hiatus, i’ll stick with you through it so when you come back it’s like nothing ever happened. never feel obligated to explain to me why it takes so long, i get it we all have other things we’re doing. some of us work full-time, some of us are in school full-time, some of us run multiple blogs and some of us just can’t find the will or motivation to write for a couple days on end… I never want you to feel pressured to interact/talk/associate with me. so, do what you need for yourself and just know i’ll be here in the background rooting for you!
Thor: I’m proud , brother, I see you found yourself an admirer!
Loki: What in the hell-
Thor: Don’t be coy ,Loki, Anthony told me all about your affair. Every Friday a man named UPS showers you with gifts and asks for your autograph. It is a Midgardian courtship ritual, so he is clearly smitten with you brother!
Loki doesn’t speak for a long moment. He draws a cleansing breath, and then, hands meant for weaving and lock picking and theft and stealth and persuasion … rest on his wife’s.
“Nay, but be advised that if you drink it, you will be constipated for a fortnight, and your head will shrink to the size of a pea. So if you have any enemies who need a dressing-down, darling … .then merry Christmas in August.”
The first thing Mantis will feel is a flare of feral, defensive fury. But after Loki bridles, his hackles settle, for she is so childlike, and so kind, that he cannot help but be disarmed in her presence.
“Child, I’m often troubled. Were you to flock to my side to anesthetize me each time, you would have little other occupation in life. I thank you, but …”
My throat, my throat, every time I close my eyes I feel as though no air can pass through it. I feel as though he’s holding me aloft in the smoldering cemetery of fresh graves, of my people, while my brother w a t c h e s … .
Seven years, seven, it took me, to overcome this last morass of shadows and bile, and here I am right back where I started, by the same THIEF’S hands.
“ …but your ingenuous tendencies, your … power to strip me of my weapons of deceit, are more terrifying than any relief you could offer. Forgive me my bluntness.”
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