"We have forever," Loki tells him with strange, calm certainty. "We just can't hold all of it at one time. Every moment is eternity."
...really, though, she's not a poet.
She blinks when he stirs, but she can tell by the way he moves that he is not trying to dislodge her, and so she lets herself stay where she is, a relaxed, dead weight. Not unlike a cat settled on a warm lap. But he ought to be used to that.
"Already, you're spoiling me with your affection," she tells him. "But you have the right of it, I think. It's a trick to hold another person close while letting them run free, but we are not the first to accomplish such things."
She laughs a little as if struck by something. "You know, I've given Ian and Harley magical tokens--weapons and warded jewelry--but so far you've only received a towel and artwork by the children. But perhaps that suits you best if what you look for is peace and connection."
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...really, though, she's not a poet.
She blinks when he stirs, but she can tell by the way he moves that he is not trying to dislodge her, and so she lets herself stay where she is, a relaxed, dead weight. Not unlike a cat settled on a warm lap. But he ought to be used to that.
"Already, you're spoiling me with your affection," she tells him. "But you have the right of it, I think. It's a trick to hold another person close while letting them run free, but we are not the first to accomplish such things."
She laughs a little as if struck by something. "You know, I've given Ian and Harley magical tokens--weapons and warded jewelry--but so far you've only received a towel and artwork by the children. But perhaps that suits you best if what you look for is peace and connection."