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[thirtythird]

@ wlawford
room 023; bunk 025 (with loki odinson)
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while everyone else is on the uss slimehorror

[ettersberg]

Are you free tonight?

heck yes!!

[thirtythird]

I could be convinced to make room in my pressing social calendar.

[ettersberg]

Could you? [ not without humour. that is fortunate. ]

I was wondering if you'd join me for dinner.

[thirtythird]

[That... takes half a very pleased beat to respond to. They've crossed quite a number of bridges together already, but this is... oddly pleasant in a brand new way, innocent though it is.]

Why? Have you got particularly exclusive reservations?

shortly after they're back from the planet, before the dreams really start

[ettersberg]

Do you have a minute?

[thirtythird]

For you? Perhaps even two.

Everything all right?

[ettersberg]

Not quite, no.

Have you noticed that not everyone the anomaly has brought here is still here?

( yule gifts )

[dothelokimotion]

[ by lawford's door, there'll be a ship in a clear glass bottle. if he holds it up and concentrates, the water will shift to his mood. there's a small note attached. ]

— A little magic of your own.

[thirtythird]

[It doesn't seem like the sort of thing to address directly. There's an obliqueness to both the presentation and the god himself that requires something more delicate, perhaps even more subtle.

Which means it takes a few hours before Lawford sends a message across, slightly garbled in the remembering and without further context.]

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who in his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burthen of mine affection's might.
O! let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for adoration, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O! learn to read what silent heart hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to one's fine wit.

[dothelokimotion]

[ oh. oh. poetry. how lovely. for loki, who has always enjoyed and pursued the arts, this was touching. a sign he's truly seen.

after deliberating, he sends a message. ]

Who wrote this?

( misfire )

[dothelokimotion]

Good to know people are so easily agitated by rumours. Perhaps I should do it again sometime.

whY NO NOTIF, DW

[thirtythird]

Was that such a shocking revelation, dearest?

[dothelokimotion]

No, not particularly. People always overreact over a little word of mouth.

@thor.odinson

[angelpiratebaby]

[ooc: backdated to after Loki tells him about the wedding]

William Lawford, you are the one marrying my brother?

[thirtythird]

If you mean Loki, then I very proudly am.

If you have a third brother of whom I am unaware, then alas, I am not.

[angelpiratebaby]

Yes, I'm Thor, his only brother.

[ Thor's wondering if Loki never mentioned him to his betrothed. Rude. ]

We spoke on the network before, of kings. Loki tells me you're from Earth's past?

( voice | un: tricks )

[dothelokimotion]

Do you have a moment?

[thirtythird]

For you, darling? More than several.

[dothelokimotion]

[ he falls quiet briefly before he speaks up. ]

I — I think I have made for a poor husband.

[ettersberg]

William. [ clipped, a soldier's voice more than anything. ] Are you all right?

[thirtythird]

[The rush of air is meant to be a laugh, but he'll admit it doesn't quite meet the standard.]

Still breathing. How's the hull?

[ettersberg]

Still intact, as far as I can tell.

( yule gifts )

[dothelokimotion]

[ unlike the others which he can drop off and never think about again, he couldn't do the same with his husband. at the very least, he leaves it on the desk. it's a small book of collected sonnets by shakespeare and should william rest his hand on the page, loki's illusions would bring the words to life. the sensation of the sun upon your face, the scent of flowers, the taste of honey . . . ]

[thirtythird]

[He'd been intending to rummage for something, a misplaced collar stay or a polishing rag. It hadn't been a very important bit of business, just something that required moving the few other items on the desk here or there in the search.

Except the volume isn't familiar. Impulse has him flipping the little book open to scan for a hint at the owner, and then--

Loki will find him leaned against the desk whenever he returns, utterly captivated, fingers smoothing devotedly over the words on the page and entire being brightened with pure glee.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki watches the images play out, a faint smile on his lips. ]

I take it you like it then.