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loki-god-of-menace · 6 years ago
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@wolfsplit​ || liked this post and just random starter because you’re the best <3
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“Vali...?”
It is gentle moonlight and the soothing smell of lavender and warm earth in Vali and Narvi’s room, but a sound had awoken Loki. Less any real noise as it was a keening through the current of seidr, Loki, already a light sleeper, had snapped awake to it, and padded to his sons’ adjoining chambers. The soaring walls and vaulted sealing were awash with milky light pouring in through sheer curtains. Loki conjured a small mage-light to his hand as he approached Vali’s bed,
“Are you all right?” He asked in a low whisper, drifting down to sit on the edge of the mattress.
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koregae-blog · 6 years ago
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❁ — VIBRANT BLUE EYES, RADIANT WITH CURIOSITY, PEER with little discretion to the other. the gods of olympus are without question, though kore has heard talk of the other gods. her curiosities and longing for adventure beyond the barriers of greece have been so often halted by her mother or other gods who are wary to a fault. but yet here kore stands, looking upon another god, not of olympus, but elsewhere. she cannot say for certain where his lands sit nestled upon the world, but she knows for certain he is a foreigner. and her curiosity entices her forward, stepping outward where the sun casts golden hues across her fair figure, and her lips form into a little smile reserved for moments such as these. when she does things she is not supposed to. “ it’s a rare thing to see a god so far from his own lands.”
@wolfsplit || ѕ¢.
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duplxcitous-blog · 7 years ago
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              “Why, pray tell, do you wish to celebrate this Midgardian holiday? I do not see the interest in worshiping an old fat man while drowning in the drink dubbed ‘egg nog’.”
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hopefulcovets-blog · 7 years ago
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@wolfsplit  liked for THIS starter from SILENA BEAUREGARD
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                “ I ... you’re no son of the Olympians, ” Silena breathes, looking across the face of the young man standing across from her. Breathing deeply, back pressed against the wall of an alleyway, SIlena had just defeated a Harpy, only to find herself curled up into the shadows, hiding, catching her breath, and accompanied by a strange figure. “ But you have a godly aura. Who are you ? ”
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orihimex · 6 years ago
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@wolfsplit you know what is a good concept, tyler? me actually replying to our threads in sjofn’s blog, but more thinking of writing either betty cooper or sabrina spellman again. hahahaha. 
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Post-holiday break thread tracker
I owe replies to:
@iamdarcylewis
@dvrelict
@delicatexbalance
@joyfulxrunaway
@sing-ohmusa
@wolfsplit
@yovngmenaces
@nightmarelikeadaydream7
@pure-driven-snow
@ximnotgoingtoleaveyoux
@magicalmusesandwheretofindthem
@themaskedventriloquist (still can’t tag you)
AND I INTEND TO DO THEM ALL ARRRRRRRR
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