[Odd, how wonderful things can knock the breath from one's lungs. Strange, how being curled tight against such immense hurts can be brightened with the crystallization of a known truth.
There's knowing, perhaps, and there's knowing.
Almost in spite of himself, his lips twist up at the corners, twitching against Loki's skin.]
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There's knowing, perhaps, and there's knowing.
Almost in spite of himself, his lips twist up at the corners, twitching against Loki's skin.]
I know it. I feel it. Always.