Who: Blank, AUBlank(Dead), and Loki Where: Blank's "Club" What: Disposing of an "other." When: Hours after Annie and Blank's "therapy session." Rating: Medium-High? Open: No Status: Finished
How long had it been since Annie left? Minutes? Hours? How much time had he been staring at his other’s body, listening to Christmas music? If the bourbon bottle in his hand was any indication, then it was hours; as it was nearly drained. His knee jerk reaction would have been to call Scarlet and spill everything. Would she understand his position in this? Most likely, but also she knew he wasn't a killer. She would know, one way or the other, hopefully from him first. Most times, it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, right? That was something he would have to deal with later. Right now, it was about his Other’s body. The ramifications of it being there. Her. A grimace came to his face as he thought of anyone he could get in to contact with, knowing Higgs and his ilk had done so much damage to the Station..
Loki? No, while the best choice, Loki and him didn't always see eye to eye… Constantine? No, he was in the Seam. Erandur? No.. He had been through enough. Kat? No.. She had been through more than enough. Bonnie? Maybe. But she was in the Seam, too. Rhysand? No, Blank barely knew him, that would just be awkward. Johnn? No, he would chew him out over some arbitrary rules. Bryn? Maybe, but, at the end of it, this should not be a ‘family matter.’
He racked his mind over and over as he simply stared at the corpse. Another blink came over his eyes as he realized his first(other) choice may have been the correct one: Loki. Honest, Blank dreaded this option, it would more than likely feed more to the fire of Loki’s dislike of him. But, what most be done, must be done. He set the three-forth finished bottle on the bar, and walked to his Other’s body; searching, he found the small tin he himself had once before. Opening it, Blank grimaced deeply once more, his anger boiling over.
“You son of a bitch!!” A swift kick came to his Other’s solar plexis. In the case were prerolled Marajuiana cigarettes. There were once eighteen, but now there were only five in the case. “I was saving this!!!” He growled out, which made him want to incinerate the body more and be done with it. He couldn't bring himself to it, though Annie offered to help, this may have been more of a 'family matter' than Blank originally thought. “Take my life," kick "Try to raise my son!" kick "Trick my wife!!" kick "Why not take my weed, right!? Asshole.” After taking several heavy breaths, Blank took one of the ‘cigarettes’ from the case, putting one end in his mouth, and using a spell to the light the other, he took a drag. After a couple of puffs, he put it out on the bar. That was when Blank knew he had the right idea in his first choice: Loki.
“C’mon, man.. Pick up..” After several rings, Blank hung up his recently found phone. Of course, Blank had no idea of what anything of them had been through with the battles, everything the Higgs had done. His Other wasn’t there. After not getting the answer from the call, despising how this made him feel, Blank did something he had never done before. Something he hated even the idea of doing. Something he did not do lightly: He bent the knee and Prayed an old Norse prayer, spoken in Norse:
"Loki, best Beloved, slyest of wordsmiths, scar lipped, flame-haired sky treader, friend of the Raven God, friend of Thor, skilled in runes, unquiet, ever unbound, hear my humble words this day. In every place where You are unacknowledged, In every place where impiety turns hearts and minds against You, In every place where you are consciously slighted and spoken of with hate: May You be there. May Your presence be invoked by that negative attention. Wherever You are consciously not hailed, May You be there. May Your name be the silent heaviness on their tongues. May the grace of Your presence flow into that negative space. Wherever You or Your kin are spoken of with insults and malice, May You turn Your attention upon the speakers And bestow upon them the fullness of Your blessings, Nine fold nine times and more. Wherever there are those who slander and attack the ones who love You, May they bask in the unending joy of Your attentions. May You hold their luck and maegen in Your slender, skillful hands And weave those things their words warrant into the fabric of their wyrd. May their ill words be an invocation of Your presence. But where You are hailed with love, with adoration, or with simple respect Come with kindness, oh Burden of Sigyn's arms. Come with gentleness, Come with fervor, And bestow upon us the joy of Your favor. Hail Loki, ever-exalted."
"Please heed my prayer, Loki..." Blank spoke in a solemn voice, as he actually prayed to Loki.