I believe you led yourself here, Loki. You're my first visitor, welcome. ::she smiles, and slides a now empty luggage bag into the closet:: Its not so bad. ::safer than the school, she almost adds, but that seems illformed:: Just don't buy anything anyone offers on the street.
Your healing worked wonders. ::she lifts her sleeve, to display the absence of bandages:: Even the scars are healing well. You have my eternal thanks.
Can I get you anything? ::looks over at her space kitchen:: I can offer water.
I don't need looking out for. ::she might have protested more a few months back. but after what she's been through - well, she could have used someone watching her back then. She lets out a sigh instead:: But its appreciated nonetheless. Everyone deserves someone looking out for them, lady or not.
::she makes her way over to the kitchen and places a bottle of wine on the counter:: I was saving this to celebrate my new place. I wouldn't usually offer alcohol to students, but considering who you are, I think there's an exception. I imagine there was no drinking age on Asgard?
'I had hoped -now that we are no teacher and student- there would be more than wine.' He shrugged. 'I think you mean an age from which it is allowed to drink alcohol? It is always allowed. But a sane person would not feed their young ones on it, of course.'
::laughs:: More than wine? What were you thinking? ::she pours a glass for the two of them, red solo cups as she's yet to buy dishes. there's a worry her experience has left her soft - but is that really so bad?:: Just keep this between us. ::she passes him a cup, now conservatively filled with crimson:: I'm still staff, and you're still a student.
'I have a clear memory of giving some theory into practice, during a lesson a long long time ago.' He frowned at the cup, but took it and clinked hers. 'We can pretend to be someone else. I do it all the time.'
The wine tasted rough, gravel on his tongue and he grimaced. 'The runes I left on your skin. Part of me, so I know where they go. But do not worry, they will faint away very soon and the leash you hold will disappear.'
A long time ago, as you said. Seems almost another lifetime, honestly. ::she smiles and takes a sip:: No, no pretending. Forget what I said. This is my home now. Here, we can just be friends.
::she takes another sip, deeper and lingering, so to not seem too affected by this revelation:: So I've been carrying a trace of you? How far does it go, just tracking or telepathy? Is there any sort of reverse collection. ::shakes her head:: All of this - its still a lot to wrap my head around.
You're displeased. ::a slight smirk creeps out:: Would you prefer I continue asserting my position of authority? Go ahead, speak your mind.
::she traces her arm, along the skin he laced with runes, pondering how to process this:: To think, I was so worried about the C-::she catches herself:: the wrong people tracking me. Yet I've been traced to my core.
Loki, why didnt you stay in Asgard, when we were all transported there?
'I was not even allowed to pass through the portal to the city. Sleeping on the Bifrost underneath the watchful eye of Heimdall is not a return, it is a pale copy.'
He sighed and emptied his glass. 'Do not exaggerate, the runes do not even touch your bones. I would never something else to be able to penetrate your core.'
'This again. Like I am nothing more than the place of my childhood.' He put the glass away and walked to the front door. 'Enjoy your new cave, miss MacTaggart. I will not return to it'.'
'Now you led me into an unsafe place for minors, solely to enquirer for your well being.' He smiled. 'Are you well, lady MacTaggart?'
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Your healing worked wonders. ::she lifts her sleeve, to display the absence of bandages:: Even the scars are healing well. You have my eternal thanks.
Can I get you anything? ::looks over at her space kitchen:: I can offer water.
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He cocked an eyebrow and grinned. 'I was simply doing what I had been told. Is water really your only offer?'
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::she makes her way over to the kitchen and places a bottle of wine on the counter:: I was saving this to celebrate my new place. I wouldn't usually offer alcohol to students, but considering who you are, I think there's an exception. I imagine there was no drinking age on Asgard?
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So, how did you find me here?
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The wine tasted rough, gravel on his tongue and he grimaced. 'The runes I left on your skin. Part of me, so I know where they go. But do not worry, they will faint away very soon and the leash you hold will disappear.'
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::she takes another sip, deeper and lingering, so to not seem too affected by this revelation:: So I've been carrying a trace of you? How far does it go, just tracking or telepathy? Is there any sort of reverse collection. ::shakes her head:: All of this - its still a lot to wrap my head around.
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'Nothing more than tracking, as I said before, they are a plain set of runes.'
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::she traces her arm, along the skin he laced with runes, pondering how to process this:: To think, I was so worried about the C-::she catches herself:: the wrong people tracking me. Yet I've been traced to my core.
Loki, why didnt you stay in Asgard, when we were all transported there?
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He sighed and emptied his glass. 'Do not exaggerate, the runes do not even touch your bones. I would never something else to be able to penetrate your core.'
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That sounds unduly harsh. Why would they allow you to pass?
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