| Tug-o-War [tag: Sigyn] |
[29 Sep 2008|07:27pm] |
Loki hated France. He disliked Hedylogos. He was ambivalent about the Greek's servants because it was nice to have someone wait on him from time to time. He didn't dislike the Chateau but he didn't particularly like it either. The feature marring it from his list of likes being only that it wasn't home. It was someone else's home and he felt like a squatter. His home was in Alaska now and there it would remain. Never would it transition to the intricately decorated walls of Chateau de Sanctuaire.
( He was, however, starting to grow attached to the little rat sized dog Sigyn kept. )
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| Bend Me, Shape Me (tag: Zelos) |
[29 Sep 2008|11:20pm] |
There was something about the combination of chocolate and flirting that could put a goddess in the mood for something fun. Alright, it wasn’t really that hard to figure out. Plus there was something about endorphins or chemicals in chocolate or something. Whatever. It didn’t matter. The basic point was the same.
( Bast was in the mood. )
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| Seeking Reassurance (tag: Sif) |
[29 Sep 2008|11:27pm] |
Had he recently been to Asgard, Skadhi had asked him. His answer had been no, but apparently his absence had been a bit of a mistake, because what he was looking at now was a little startling. It hadn’t taken much to find Thor’s new home, just a couple of questions that had been easily answered. It was the fact that Thor even had a new home that was the surprise. Njord had always thought he was very fond of Bilskirnir.
( Then there were the rumors of why he’d built a new home. )
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| Absolutely Fabulous Again (tag: Skadhi) |
[29 Sep 2008|11:44pm] |
Now this, Apate mused to herself, her heels muffled by dense blue carpeting as she made her way down the hall to the large showroom, this was good. This was relaxing. This was necessary. Absolutely, totally, completely necessary. Others might find it an odd way of relaxing, but she needed this like she needed to breathe. Just one, big, deep breath of the air in Milan had calmed her enough for her to figure out what she wanted to do with her time here. Sitting in a hotel was not it.
( Fortunately, she was handed another option, )
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| Possibilities (tag: Iris) |
[29 Sep 2008|11:50pm] |
Lottie stared at the door in front of her. She’d been staring at it for several long moments now, trying to remember why she was here and not working on the Thing that Dei had given her or making more cookies for Nem since the last batch got eaten before it could be delivered. She had other things to do. Legitimate things, not stalling things. She wasn’t stalling. There was nothing to stall, because really, this was no big dea. Not at all. She could be here, or not, or whatever, because they were just friends and so there was no reason for her to have butterflies in her stomach. She was just stopping in to say hi, and then she’d just go. That fast. In and out. Friends could do that.
( So she’d just knock. )
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