If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks...

[coldsong]

It's customary to have a Wake after the subject thereof dies. Even Loki knows that. But this is a special occasion. Ego-death is coming to his alternate, and the idea of letting him go off to perish alone, uncertain he will even be mourned, is too dark a proposition even for a flawed and callous person to contemplate.

That, and this Loki has been in a melancholy mood since speaking to the spirit of Frigga. He anticipates a dark choice of his own, sooner or later, and where the fates will send him after that, he can't know. Maybe oblivion, although even at that rate there may be worse places.

What's important right now is that no one dies unremembered. And honestly, any excuse for mischief a party. The first text rolls out to Harley, an innocent enough invitation to join them for milkshakes. Cricket is next, because it occurs to him that Cricket has plenty of liquor, which is good for a reckless celebration.

Things snowball from there.

As long as they don't destroy too much property, they'll call the night a success.

Comments

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel doesn't move. The closer Loki gets, the more he soundly fails to move or react or even notice.

He has a lot of hair to braid. It's thick and glossy and long. The kind of hair that's really shameful unstyled, when you think about it.

This light touch on his hair is kind of nice and elicits a quiet sigh. After a few more moments of this, his eyes flicker open. He yawns, smiles a vague smile, and his eyes fall shut again. Still a bit drunk, clearly.

[coldsong]

Oop! He's been spotted! He freezes for a moment, green eyes blinking mildly at Azwel. When no protest is forthcoming, he smirks to himself and goes back to his work. It's not quite elf-locks, but he's hardly an expert braider, either.

The smooth texture of the hair is helpful, though. It actually looks pretty decent by the time he's done three little braids the thickness of a pencil. He doesn't have anything to tie off the ends with, though.

[lovesuwithknives]

Oh, there's probably some string somewhere. Or ribbon. Or rubber bands. Or he could just tie the end in a wee knot.

Were he conscious, Azwel would probably offer something. Alas, he is not.

[coldsong]

It takes some doing, but Loki eventually manages to get about half of Azwel's hair into delicate braids, which he then starts to knot together into bigger braids, before deciding he's had enough of this game and rolling back over to sleep.

Perhaps another time he'll do the rest.