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WHO: Loki (disidentity) and Freyja (allmycharm)
WHERE: A church -- laugh, you know you want to.
WHEN: January 6th, 7pm
RATING: PG-13 for now.
WARNINGS: This is Loki, okay. Expect everything. Like violence.
SUMMARY: A meeting of saucy minxes, emphasis on the saucy.
Freyja was, as always, a delightful target, though evidently not a very willing subject of Loki's poorly directed affections. Contrary to what he called and accused her of, he did enjoy her presence and her quick tongue. Among other things. Someone with a face as lovely as hers couldn't go ignored for long, their history notwithstanding.
But as the saying went: once a whore, always a whore.
The location of the meet was a strange one, he had to admit, not being the sort of person to ever want to willingly step into a church. And why would he? He didn't believe in God. He didn't want to be saved, nor did he want answers to life's questions. In fact, he was perfectly happy being a dirty stain upon any church's good name and image. It almost felt like a violation of sorts, stepping through the doors. Loki was a pathogen, come to infect all that was pure and holy.
And that was the way he liked it.
WHERE: A church -- laugh, you know you want to.
WHEN: January 6th, 7pm
RATING: PG-13 for now.
WARNINGS: This is Loki, okay. Expect everything. Like violence.
SUMMARY: A meeting of saucy minxes, emphasis on the saucy.
Freyja was, as always, a delightful target, though evidently not a very willing subject of Loki's poorly directed affections. Contrary to what he called and accused her of, he did enjoy her presence and her quick tongue. Among other things. Someone with a face as lovely as hers couldn't go ignored for long, their history notwithstanding.
But as the saying went: once a whore, always a whore.
The location of the meet was a strange one, he had to admit, not being the sort of person to ever want to willingly step into a church. And why would he? He didn't believe in God. He didn't want to be saved, nor did he want answers to life's questions. In fact, he was perfectly happy being a dirty stain upon any church's good name and image. It almost felt like a violation of sorts, stepping through the doors. Loki was a pathogen, come to infect all that was pure and holy.
And that was the way he liked it.