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(Unpopular opinion thing) 19
19. A celebrity crush that maybe even you don’t understand.
Ralph Fiennes is pretty dAMN fine under certain circumstances uhm
his voice gets me going
Also Miley Cyrus because damn girl
April Showers
It was an unusually cold and rather gray morning in April when Hillary awoke dishevelled and feeling a sudden sense of emptiness consume her being. Sleepily peering over at the empty space beside her in the large queen sized canopy bed, a soft forlorn exhale escaped her lips as she continued to lay in repose for some time. Just like any other day, her conscience reminded her. You're alone as always. Why should today be any exception? No truer words rung to the frenchwoman as she reluctantly threw her legs over the side and began her habitual morning routine. It wasn't as if Hillary Blackthorn was resentful of her independence and solitude, but there were those times when she wished there was someone important in her life to talk to and make memories with. As she lived alone and with no immediate family, there was nothing for the young blonde to do but immerse herself in her job. Day in and day out she spent the majority of her time over at the local University, teaching throngs of Children about Shakespeare, poetry and the written word. Occasionally she would head a History course as she was qualified in both fields of study, but English Literature had always resonated a special place in her heart. Probably because books had been her only source of companionship and comfort during childhood, and fantasy always seemed the more appealing option that to be reminded of her otherwise insignificant existence.
"Maybe I should adopt a cat, at least that way I would have a feline friend to come home to at night." She chastised herself while slipping into a formfitting midnight blue floral knee length dress and tights. Now, it would wrong to say that she was a recluse or a loner, for Hillary was known to her colleagues as extraordinarily kind hearted and cheerful. Even her namesake itself meant "eternally happy" in origin. And yet, for some reason today seemed rather bleak. Perhaps the weather was to blame, for when she averted her gaze to look outside, it couldn't be helped to notice there were light showers sprinkling across London town. Brushing her sunshine blonde hair straight and then proceeding to brush her teeth and wash her face clean, she left it at that, as Hillary was not the type of girl to wear makeup as in her opinion natural beauty felt best. Now unsure of how to pass the time, Hillary paused and noticed her bedside table clock read 7:30. Though it was a Sunday, it was quite rare for her to be up so early, and as she was not hungry or felt the need to begin grading term papers, decided perhaps some fresh air would do the trick in clearing her head. Rummaging through her closet for an umbrella, Hillary soon headed out for the front door, sliding into her favourite pair of ballet flats and grabbing her keys and purse before locking the door behind her. Upon exiting the upscale apartment building located a few blocks from Kensington Gardens she pulled out the umbrella to shield herself against the raindrops and began to walk down the street towards Hyde Park. As a history lover, London had always held a sense of awe and wonderment for Hillary. Having moved there from Paris, she could never get enough of its rich history, and often took pleasure in visiting historical monuments and palaces, especially Hampton Court, as she was a sucker for anything that involved Tudor England. Today though Hillary thought it would be nice to take in the Gardens over at Kensington. The flowers would naturally be in bloom, and the Peter Pan statue and mazes often brought a smile to her face. Of course, being so early in the day, Hyde Park was virtually empty save for some joggers and commuters on their way to work at or visit Kensington Palace. The birds were still sleeping and all was relatively quiet, so naturally Hillary was appreciative and lax, able to do as pleased with no one around to criticize or interrupt. Making her way down one of the many pathways, she took her time along the Serpentine and was just about to cross the bridge onto the Western side in order to reach the Gardens when the wind blew her umbrella against her face. Blinded momentarily and attempting in vain to set it upright again, she lost her grip on the handle and it proceeded to blow away through the grass. Mentally cursing herself, a chase naturally ensued, where she tried to recover it to prevent from being soaked but the wind and rain drops only continued to persist which only made it all the more frustrating. A few minutes of this nonsense had passed before she came upon a bench and a man who sat seemingly lost in deep thought. The umbrella meanwhile, proceeded to blow past him but ended up being caught between his feet and the edge of the bench. Catching her breath, she pushed back some now slightly damp strands of hair as her oceanic cerulean hues laid upon him. Hillary guessed the man was in his early to mid thirties, was sharply dressed but displayed a rather emotionless expression on his face. Yet, despite that, she couldn't help but blush out of embarrassment and the fact he was attractive. Unable to say anything at first, she awkwardly stood a few feet away as he seemed to not have noticed the commotion. However, eventually she plucked up her courage and spoke in a soft voice. "Excuse me sir, but would you be so obliged as to hand me that umbrella there?"
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★☆
well shit.
★ IC Factoid:
Loki is a horrible tease. Not in the sense that he’s bad at it, in the sense he loves making people extremely sexually frustrated. It’s his favorite thing to do to people he’s exceptionally fond of. He finds more satisfaction/enjoyment in the anticipation of sex than the actual act of sex. Which is one of the reasons why he is not open-ended about having sex with random, new people.
☆ OOC Factoid:
I like saying factoid. Sounds scientific-y L-lol
-hugs you both-
☠ ♔ ♧❥
Send me a symbol and I’ll answer;
IC:
☠:My biggest fear.
"I am terrified of loosing everyone I love, and ending up being alone."
♔:What I would do if I ruled the world for a day.
"Oh… Are we talking Asgard or Midgard, here? If it were Asgard… I would probably cave under the pressure and curl up in bed sobbing until it was over. If it were Midgard, I would introduce them to some of Asgard’s healing technology, and make it so any mortal could access affordable, quality health care anywhere in the world."
♧:An item I keep that I think brings me luck.
"I have a small bracelet made of simple leather and twine. It used to have beads attached, but they have long since fallen off. I was wearing it when Njord, my foster father, agreed to raise me as his own after his son found me wandering the woods as a small infant, clearly abandoned."
❥:What I honestly think about you.
"Loki is my world. It sounds ridiculous, but he is my other half. He is the chaos to my order, the calm to my frantic. I love him, and he completes me. I would follow that man to the ends of Yggdrasil and back if he asked, and even if he didn’t, too."
OOC:
☠:My biggest fear.
Drowning. For someone that grew up by the sea, and is an extremely confident and strong swimmer, I suffer a crippling fear of drowning. Aquaphobia, I think it’s called. I can’t explain it, but the idea of drowning scares the shit out of me. I’d rather be decapitated or poisoned.
♔:What I would do if I ruled the world for a day.
I would do the same as Sigyn, really. Ensuring that anyone can have easy access to affordable, world class medical care should be a priority for everyone. Either that or making sure everyone in the world had access to clean, fresh and free water.
♧:An item I keep that I think brings me luck.
I don’t really own anything like that, unless you count my Onyx jewellery. Onyx is my birth stone, and it’s meant to protect against animals and people in the dark.
❥:What I honestly think about you.
Yo Adelia, you’re so cool. You’re seriously talented, and I wish you could see that for yourself. You put yourself down so much and it makes me really sad, because you are such a beautiful, talented and caring person. I really do wish you could see that. You’re so inspirational and strong, and I really admire that. You just keep doing what you’re doing, because it’s phenomenal.