[ for a few seconds, there's the occasional blink suggesting he's typing something but then it disappears, indicating he won't be sending what he'd originally typed. ]
[ When a six-foot god is suddenly there in the same room between eye-blinks, Loki looks to have teleported over straight from home; jeans and soft layered tees (UNIVERSITY OF ASGARDIA), a hand on a hip as he looks around for Nico. He hitches up a half-smile, trying to read the demigod's body-language. ]
[ meanwhile, nico is curled up on his bed, dressed in his usual attire, and with knees pulled to his chest. his chin is settled atop his arms, covering his knees and as he hears loki's voice, he looks up.
he's a bit bleary eyed, as if he might have been crying, though he hasn't. whatever the issue is, it's clearly plaguing him more than his usual nightmares. the constant dark circles under his eyes have grown darker because he hasn't been sleeping and typically dark eyes look even more like shattered glass. ]
You look to be in less than excellent spirits, shadowboy.
[ Approaching cautiously, he perches on the edge of the bed inclined to face Nico. Understatements being a thing, Loki waits to hear more and when he doesn't he fills in the silence with a quiet joke, green eyes searching Nico's haggard features. ]
You can have the dagger back if you like it so much.
[ shaking his head fervently as he looks up at loki. at times like this, he's not accustomed to reaching out, but he can tell loki is trying to help in the godling's own strange ways. ]
No, it's your birthday present. I want you to have it. It's just...
[ a pause as he opens his arms and stares down at his palms. ]
She'd be Percy's age, you know. And I'm starting to forget what her face looked like.
If what you seek is a glimpse of a memory, that's entirely possible. I helped build the memory-share devices that are doled out by the government every few months, you could immerse yourself in the past for a while. [ He shrugs, not wanting to pry because he knows he won't stop and Nico probably doesn't need selfish intrigue in his life right now. ] You could see anyone's face with perfect clarity, whether they're here or ... not.
[ except now that he's talking, it all comes out like a land slide, starting slow but building momentum as if propelled by gravity. ]
I don't want to linger in the past. I want her here in the present. She was all I had and then- And then she was gone and I could feel the buzzing in my ears telling me she was dead. It's been years, but it still hurts and- And I still miss her. She was all the family I had. I just- I wish she would've let me bring her back, I wish she would've let me resurrect her, I wish she'd not gone on that stupid quest. I wish- [ he chokes on a dry sob. ] I miss my sister.
[ It's an uncomfortable experience when logical suggestions fail to provide any sort of emotional buoy and Loki is left to pick up the wreckage himself. He's not very good at it, even now after months spent in the company of someone like Dick Grayson who radiates empathy, every angle Loki thinks of spinning on Nico's grief feels like the coldest comfort possible, a Jotnar outlook that he would rather not own. He's the trickster and the puzzle-master, but lies won't fool Nico when the boy is so immersed on his grief; at least Loki can relate to how that feels.
Silvertongue bears little fruitful weight here at a sad child's bedside. That's for the best, he recognises, because Loki isn't the one who needs to talk right now. ]
She was... [ his lips part and close, as if he might be gasping for air and in a way he is. it's too easy to drown in grief, the echos of the arai haunting him, reminding him of what he's lost as the laughter of misery herself rings in his ears. you're perfect, the goddess had told him. and it had all started the night he'd lost his only family.
sure, he has hazel now, but hazel is a world away and one room over is the boy who was there that day he felt the ringing in his ears, his birthright coming to call with the death of bianca. ]
She was brave and kind. Stubborn as well. She always took care of me. Even after she joined the Hunters, she thought about me. [ he glances up towards his desk where sits a small figurine of his father; the only figure he'd kept when he'd burned all the rest of his mythomagic items in his styx-side fire. ] And she was beautiful.
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dec 17, trashlord's bday
[ Someone licked his new dagger. ]
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dear gods i hope you didn't eat it
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If I stab someone will they become my zombie slave?
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it absorbs the soul of your defeated enemy and sends it to tartarus.
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SOULS R CEREAL
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Honestly I thought it was licorice at first.
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happy birthday, loki
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[ Midgardian sentiments are hard, that one will do. At least he's grateful. ]
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Nico???
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Can I come over?
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i wouldn't be much fun today
but if you really want to
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What's up, buttercup?
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he's a bit bleary eyed, as if he might have been crying, though he hasn't. whatever the issue is, it's clearly plaguing him more than his usual nightmares. the constant dark circles under his eyes have grown darker because he hasn't been sleeping and typically dark eyes look even more like shattered glass. ]
Hey.
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[ Approaching cautiously, he perches on the edge of the bed inclined to face Nico. Understatements being a thing, Loki waits to hear more and when he doesn't he fills in the silence with a quiet joke, green eyes searching Nico's haggard features. ]
You can have the dagger back if you like it so much.
[ Tell me what's actually wrong? ]
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No, it's your birthday present. I want you to have it. It's just...
[ a pause as he opens his arms and stares down at his palms. ]
She'd be Percy's age, you know. And I'm starting to forget what her face looked like.
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If what you seek is a glimpse of a memory, that's entirely possible. I helped build the memory-share devices that are doled out by the government every few months, you could immerse yourself in the past for a while. [ He shrugs, not wanting to pry because he knows he won't stop and Nico probably doesn't need selfish intrigue in his life right now. ] You could see anyone's face with perfect clarity, whether they're here or ... not.
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I don't want to linger in the past. I want her here in the present. She was all I had and then- And then she was gone and I could feel the buzzing in my ears telling me she was dead. It's been years, but it still hurts and- And I still miss her. She was all the family I had. I just- I wish she would've let me bring her back, I wish she would've let me resurrect her, I wish she'd not gone on that stupid quest. I wish- [ he chokes on a dry sob. ] I miss my sister.
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Silvertongue bears little fruitful weight here at a sad child's bedside. That's for the best, he recognises, because Loki isn't the one who needs to talk right now. ]
What was she like, your sister?
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sure, he has hazel now, but hazel is a world away and one room over is the boy who was there that day he felt the ringing in his ears, his birthright coming to call with the death of bianca. ]
She was brave and kind. Stubborn as well. She always took care of me. Even after she joined the Hunters, she thought about me. [ he glances up towards his desk where sits a small figurine of his father; the only figure he'd kept when he'd burned all the rest of his mythomagic items in his styx-side fire. ] And she was beautiful.
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