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The cut was quickly forgotten, healing in the blink of an eye without a trace left. She watched it scurry off, and she did not follow, convinced he just wanted to be rid of her.

That was until she heard the ruckus coming from the room of the Second Prince. She rose quickly, peeking out into the hall to make sure it was clear before slipping into the room, finding the little fur ball causing quite the mess. "You'll get scolded for being in here." She should know, she's been caught quite a few times. She lifted her hand to steady a very expensive looking vase that had been ominously wobbling after the kitten had collided with it. 

"You're going to get us cau-"

"Let's check his room once more, lest the trickster has slipped away from us yet again."

Guards. Without a word she moved forward, scooping the tiny creature up and hiding effectively between a column and tucked behind a rather large mirror. She clutched the creature carefully against her chest, waiting. After they'd searched, they left. 

"I told you." She mumbled at the little thing, sighing in relief. If they'd found her, she would've been locked away, just like her sister. She set it down, scooting out from her hiding place. "They left even a bigger mess than you did." She mused.

M!A : Kitten for the next two days [Open]

  He had cut her, he didn’t mean to cut her. He’d have to apologize for that, though at this moment, he was going to try to let her know that he was the Silvertongue. By why of thanks, he gave Rodanza’s arm a soft lick, before he scurried off, around the Silvertongue’s room, trying to find something he could use to tell her, he was here; just in form of a bloody kitten.

Now where is it? Where is it?

The sounds that came from the kitten, were ones of distress and yes, he was distressed. 

Where did I put that bloody journal?

The tiny thing continued to scamper and run around the room, knocking things over, and just simply making the room a mess, but at the moment, he didn’t care. He needed to find it.

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She observed the little thing with wonder, watching tiny fingers reaching for her. She mimicked the Silvertongue's earlier movement, carefully moving a hand so that the small digits could clamp around a slender, pale finger. She laughed softly. "He is deceptively strong."

After a pause, another question followed. "How do you…know what he needs, if he cannot speak?" 

Infant // "What in the Nine is that?" She asked, brows furrowing, shutting the book she had in her lap as she watched the Silvertongue enter with a wrapped little bundle in his arms.

With a wide, happy smile upon his face — a smile, was rare; a happy smile was one that had stopped appearing upon Loki’s face, long, long ago; even before he had learned of his true parentage.

As Loki entered the room, he turned his gaze from the small bundle in his arms; towards the ginger haired woman before him; he knitted his brows a little, at her words. 

"It is a child." He simply said, before pulling his jade gaze from the Aether’s; making his way over towards the chair near the window and sat down, rocking the tiny thing, now, in order to keep it calm.

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The shift in behavior was quick -- and before she knew it, Rodanza had a thin scratch on her forearm, tiny beads of blood blooming on the surface of her skin. She was confused -- what had she done? She inspected the wound, glancing over at the kitten as he hopped off her lap.

She blinked, the red gleam flickering as the small kitten came to a halt, staring at the floor. Glancing at her, then staring at the floor again. Could he not leap? Well, it was a tiny thing…Reaching over she gently took him by the scruff again before bending at the waist and setting him down at her feet, still seated on the bed. Perhaps he didn't like her, and just wanted to get away.

M!A : Kitten for the next two days [Open]

  The kitten continued to play around with her hand and fabric of her shirt, though, however when she mentioned finding ‘the Silvertongue’, he stopped, and jumped up; scratching at her arm a little, before jumping down from her leg, the little thing sliding along the bed, before falling face first.

You think being a bloody kitten would be fun; would be easy. It isn’t! 

The fury, little guy pushed himself up from his face and pranced around the bed, his gaze falling onto the floor, wanting to get down. For a while, he stood there, just staring at the floor.

Bloody bed. Why’s it got to be so high. Bloody legs, why you got to be so tiny. Why couldn’t I be a cat and not a kitten?

However, after awhile, he turned his gaze over to the human manifestation of the Aether and pawed at her leg, his dark orbs falling onto the floor, then back to her, repeating the processes; hoping she’d get the hint.

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She was still a bit nervous, and stiffly held her arms out in an almost awkward manner. She had no idea what she was doing. She tensed when the baby was brought so close, tempted to move away, but she stood firm. The Silvertongue gently manipulated the baby between them so that he was comfortable, and so that her arms had to cradle him instead of being stiff. 

She breathed a little sigh of a relief. Nothing had happened. She would hate to hurt something so defenseless. "He's so light…" She mumbled in awe, looking down at the bundle. "Can he not speak?" She asked Loki.

Infant // "What in the Nine is that?" She asked, brows furrowing, shutting the book she had in her lap as she watched the Silvertongue enter with a wrapped little bundle in his arms.

With a wide, happy smile upon his face — a smile, was rare; a happy smile was one that had stopped appearing upon Loki’s face, long, long ago; even before he had learned of his true parentage.

As Loki entered the room, he turned his gaze from the small bundle in his arms; towards the ginger haired woman before him; he knitted his brows a little, at her words. 

"It is a child." He simply said, before pulling his jade gaze from the Aether’s; making his way over towards the chair near the window and sat down, rocking the tiny thing, now, in order to keep it calm.

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//hjghjghJHKJGLKVHBJ; WHAT 

Q U Q 

wow i don't even know what to do with myself

Watching two amazing roleplayers on your dash

like

im just going to sit here and eat my feelings

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Hadn't she hurt it? She watched the little creature pad across the sheets towards her, pouncing onto her leg and wriggling his way into her lap. As little teeth and claws attacked her fingers, she carefully moved them, wiggling them underneath his paws.

"Did I not hurt you?" She asked softly. It was still making that strange noise, but it didn't appear to be injured or in distress. "Perhaps I should find the Silvertongue to make sure…" She mumbled to herself, wondering where the other was.

M!A : Kitten for the next two days [Open]

  He heard the guards in the background, shouting orders; had they found out he was gone? Perhaps, he didn’t care at the moment though. He continued to purr and rub his tiny, fury head against the woman’s hand, but the moment, she pulled her hand away, Loki’s head fell to the side, his eyes, big and wide, fell upon her face.

She’s cute. Like a little kid.

The kitten though and hurried over to her and jumped unto her leg, his tiny legs hanging off of her for a moment or two, before he got his footing and began to play with her fingers, purring and trying to get her to play back.

Oh, come on. Don’t make me beg.

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When his hand lifted for a second time, she was sure was going to touch the scar again…A cool palm touched her cheek, confusion flashing in her eyes. This touch was foreign to her. A threat? No…It was too soft, too…considerate. "They cannot hurt me." She replied, that sureness back in her tone, because it was true. They could not. She had no reason to fear them. Fear wasn't even something she completely understood.

"I do not…feel this innocence you speak of. I don't think I understand what it is." She paused, the hand opposite her scar lifting to idly feel the rough edges as she spoke. "I have been used, but I am also a User. I was made so that I could corrupt and be corrupted. Perhaps that is why?" She asked, still trying to comprehend. "Perhaps because I am flawed - because I am not the perfect weapon…"

Scars // She'd happened upon him accidentally, opening the door to his room and lingering in the doorway. Her head canted slightly, watching the muscles in his back flex as he was removing his leathers, brows furrowing slightly at the raised patterns on his skin. "What are those?" She asked softly, curious, venturing in further and letting the door shut behind her.

He had been a tad preoccupied; what with his undressing and all that, to even notice that someone had invaded his personal space, as he lay his dirty shirt to the side, he reached for a fresh shirt, but stopped when he heard the all too familiar voice of Rodanza, the fiery-red head, that had once been the Aether, with a lick of his lips, he turned himself around, so that now, he was staring her in the eye.

"You’re a curious one and sometimes, that curiosity will get you, into trouble." But, she was just learning, she was, after all, she hadn’t always been this way. 

"They are scars, Rodanza."

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Woah, dash what are you doing stahp.

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"H-hold him?" She repeated after him, stuttering, suddenly stiffening. Her hands came together , nervously fumbling as she backed away a step.

"I do not know if I should." She admitted softly, eyes moving from Refr to the Second Prince. "I…do not know what will happen if I do." She didn't know what this feeling was. Fear of hurting it? Apprehension? 

Infant // "What in the Nine is that?" She asked, brows furrowing, shutting the book she had in her lap as she watched the Silvertongue enter with a wrapped little bundle in his arms.

With a wide, happy smile upon his face — a smile, was rare; a happy smile was one that had stopped appearing upon Loki’s face, long, long ago; even before he had learned of his true parentage.

As Loki entered the room, he turned his gaze from the small bundle in his arms; towards the ginger haired woman before him; he knitted his brows a little, at her words. 

"It is a child." He simply said, before pulling his jade gaze from the Aether’s; making his way over towards the chair near the window and sat down, rocking the tiny thing, now, in order to keep it calm.

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Brows furrowed as once again all manner of tiny noises escaped his furry little maw. Some commotion was happening out in the halls -- guards rushing past in small groups and shouting orders. She briefly wondered what was happening before her attention was back onto the little creature.

He'd wandered over, close to her, and had just began to purr when suddenly she pulled her hand away like she'd been burned. "Oh no -- have I hurt it?" She asked out loud, alarmed by the purring. What had she done?

M!A : Kitten for the next two days [Open]

  Wow. She had laughed and all Loki could do while in this form, was give her a look. Though, he was not sure that the look held any many for her. As she gently placed him back onto the bed, he stood tall, well as tall as he could, on four tiny, wobbly legs, the kitten gazed up at her with big, wide black eyes.

So, you could.. Oh, I don’t know. Get help. Surely they’ve noticed that I’ve gone missing or perhaps, been turned into a cat. It was not my magic that caused this. I can tell you that. 

What good did it do, for him to keep trying to talk to her, because the only sound that ever left his mouth, were that of meows, a few soft hisses, here and there, but never a word. As she continued to bet him, he snuggled closely to her and purred into her hand. 

Well, if he couldn’t change this, he’d have to get used to it. Right?

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She laughed. A bright, and oddly gentle sound. She'd learned about laughing recently, had learned how. "What a funny thing, you are." She said fondly. She'd never seen a cat before, much less a kitten. The black little fur ball wriggled in her grasp, and before he could catch her skin with his tiny claws, she set him gently back onto the bed. 

She sat on the bed beside it, watching it curiously. "Just what are you, I wonder…" She said to herself, reaching out to carefully rub a tiny ear between her fingers. How soft!

M!A : Kitten for the next two days [Open]

  Oh. Someone was coming, the crunch of footsteps along hard, marble stone floor, the little kitten, hissed and mewed at the redhead as she walked in and removed him from the sheets, he had been clinging to.

Hanging mere inches from her face, he lightly kicked his legs up, tiny paws, some inches away from her face.

Well you’ve be a bloody noisy thing, too, if you had been clinging to the sheets. Not for dear life, mind, but still… 

With a flip of his tail, he swept his paws across her face, while wriggling in her grasps.

Put me down, woman.

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Stop scrolling. 

"D’you know — I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, ‘cause you lot never listen. You are important.” The Doctor repeated the words with great patience, offering his guest a smile that barely tugged at his lips, though his urgency increased as he spoke: “Never gonna be another one of you. Not once, in the whole wide universe — just the one. Look — I’m a Timelord. I’ve seen people and planets and families and clusters of stars burn, and wither, and die. Beautiful things come to an end, but listen to me— listen to me! Every part of that, up until you were created, every part of the Universe was taking one round-about trip to creating you. Without one of those events, you might never have happened; entire Earth might never’ve existed, your mum and dad would never’ve met.  You are random, and different, and every atom in your body is unique, and you’re amazing.”

And the Doctor believed that with both his hearts, eyes gleaming. There wasn’t a single unimportant person out there. He saved them all for a reason, after all. “And you know— humans, you lot, you always do what’s worst for you. And listen, really do, because I’ve lived long enough to know: you do deserve something more. Not a fun life, if you’re not happy, now is it? Bit of a waste, after the Universe spent so long making you. Thing is, about humans, any one of you can be the best. You can be the best of the human race and you are already the best one of you. The best and the greatest and the only. You are a random event nobody thought would exist and there are people around you just as random, just as strange and fantastic and brilliant, and that’s the same with everything. The Universe shouldn’t exist, and here we are, and there is so much — so much of it left to see.” He sat back, pausing only to take a deep breath so he could replace the air stolen from his lungs as he spoke. “Everything around you is beautiful. And there is always something to live for, always, because the Universe is massive and there will always be a place for you. And look at me — look at me. You deserve to take up space. You deserve to be here. You are fantastic, and entirely unique in the universe. 

And d’you know what?  I believe in you. 

I believe in you, my brilliant human friend. 

So maybe it’s time to start believing in yourself.”

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"Refr…" She said softly, still watching the little creature. What a frail little thing…She still had many other questions, but for now she relented in asking, observing.

"Do all you Aesir start out so…vulnerable?" She asked, almost bewildered at the thought. Age was something she didn't understand, for she had always been the same. She had never been a baby, never been a child. 

Infant // "What in the Nine is that?" She asked, brows furrowing, shutting the book she had in her lap as she watched the Silvertongue enter with a wrapped little bundle in his arms.

With a wide, happy smile upon his face — a smile, was rare; a happy smile was one that had stopped appearing upon Loki’s face, long, long ago; even before he had learned of his true parentage.

As Loki entered the room, he turned his gaze from the small bundle in his arms; towards the ginger haired woman before him; he knitted his brows a little, at her words. 

"It is a child." He simply said, before pulling his jade gaze from the Aether’s; making his way over towards the chair near the window and sat down, rocking the tiny thing, now, in order to keep it calm.

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She watched him -- watched his hand as he reached out to touch the roughness of her. Her imperfection. When she'd first discovered it, it had been terrifying. She had been created to be the perfect weapon. The perfect form. Unstoppable. Indestructible. Emotions she didn't understand overwhelmed her - panic, horror…she remembered being unable to breath, gasping for air like she'd been hit with Mjolnir all over again.

"Criminals are punished." She repeated, looking deep in thought. Her eyes found his once again, brows furrowing slightly.

"What am I being punished for?" She asked, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper, as if she were…afraid of the question. 

Scars // She'd happened upon him accidentally, opening the door to his room and lingering in the doorway. Her head canted slightly, watching the muscles in his back flex as he was removing his leathers, brows furrowing slightly at the raised patterns on his skin. "What are those?" She asked softly, curious, venturing in further and letting the door shut behind her.

He had been a tad preoccupied; what with his undressing and all that, to even notice that someone had invaded his personal space, as he lay his dirty shirt to the side, he reached for a fresh shirt, but stopped when he heard the all too familiar voice of Rodanza, the fiery-red head, that had once been the Aether, with a lick of his lips, he turned himself around, so that now, he was staring her in the eye.

"You’re a curious one and sometimes, that curiosity will get you, into trouble." But, she was just learning, she was, after all, she hadn’t always been this way. 

"They are scars, Rodanza."

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"You wish, don't you? Then you can order me around like all the others." She chuckled, perching herself on the arm of a chair, watching him. "If only answers were so easy to find." She sighed, nudging a bottle on the ground with a slippered foot. 

"I'm surprised you haven't snapped your fingers at anyone to tidy this up." 

"Did you find what you were looking for?" The question was curious with a tinge of mocking. She picked up one of the many empty bottles that littered the room, giving it a little shake in his direction. "Honestly, what a mess." She sighed, sifting slender fingers through long red hair.

"I can find truth in answers while being in many states, drunk or sober." He watched her as she carefully picked up a bottle. "Are you a servant?" He retorted in mockery, "And if so how dare you question what I do.”

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