[ earlier ]

The door opens, and this is... really not a hippie's sort of happy love-filled place.

"Stark" is probably one of the best ways of describing Eris' island. The land, ocean, and sky are all shades of slate grey; the only color, as the door closes, is that of the Tree.

And there's a reason it gets capitalized, really, as it's the only ( Read more... )

The island is quiet, the storms pushed out to the horizon.

The bench under the tree is more and more like a couch every whatever-passes-for-a-day-here.

It's quiet.

[ inside the bar ]

With speed, there's no time for niceties.

She'll return the couch later.

The island isn't quite empty.

It's always been hard to tell time on this island.

The storm is back out to the horizon, although perhaps the horizon is slightly closer than it once was.

Halfway up the Tree, there's a wide branch. She sits on it, back against the trunk, watching the lightning.

Her arms are wrapped tight around her lion.

Quiet ( Read more... )

I told you as much as I could about Hel, Eris. Besides, as much as I love you, you can't understand.

... it's been a long time, Loki. Don't think you know what I would or wouldn't understand anymore.

Show me the corpse of your dead child, Eris, and I'll believe that you can understand.

I have never been only as you know me.

And I have ( Read more... )

Privacy.

Privacy is good.

And that would be why, instead of the island, or a room in Lestat's mansion on the Rue Royale, or Daniel's apartment, they are in a room decorated in greens and golds.

The door is shut.

The door is locked.

She turns to look at him, leaning back against the locked door, wings spread out on either side.

She leans against the windowsill, looking out on the relatively quiet street, in the dark hours of the night ( Read more... )

She still needs to find Yamino and Fenrir and Kellin from Loki's home in Tokyo, and she will, very soon... but there are some things which he will understand must come first ( Read more... )