#cursedeye

   When one thought of the word ‘god’, magnificent things were brought to mind. Glowing divinity and pure grace, the judgement to determine what is right and what is wrong, and the power to enforce it. One thought of benevolence and wrath, and an existence beyond their very comprehension. They did not, however, think of shoplifting. And yet, to anyone who was keen enough to notice, that was just what the god of mischief found himself doing. Nimble fingers plucked the apple from the fruit street stand almost effortlessly, the stolen object already safely tucked away into Loki’s pocket before the stand owner had even turned his head. A few more steps and Loki would be home free, his lips already curling at the corners at the thought.

   And yet.

      Purples hues widen slightly upon hearing a voice that had been distinct in tone—one that wasn’t entirely familiar with yet still was enough to draw some reaction from him. “Allen...?”

The calm which followed anarchy was the type most soothing; feeling some sense of accomplishment in surviving whatever calamity presented itself. With it also came a sense of responsibility in searching for any party remaining injured, leading her through the streets.

Not a patient, but a familiar face caught her eye. So long had passed though, she’d no idea of the chances he might recognize her (and attributed managing on her end squarely to her ‘gifted’ memory).

not with that attitude they dont

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