#fallengodoflies

I feel so... shtttupid, sorry guys >.>;;;

if you'd like to continue some of the stuff, I'll answer

You see my character at the cemetery, placing flowers on an unmarked grave. What do you do? 

Hel stood gazing upon the grave, as if she was frozen or charmed by unknown forces; it seemed as if she did not notice Loki's presence at all, since she did not jump up or yelp as she would have usually... However, she was, in fact, thinking, processing and trying to find words.

Such a simple question he asked but there was no easy answer to it, whatever she'd have said wouldn't have been enough to describe Isabelle, though maybe---

Our muses' are drunk and making bad decisions leave a ❋ in my askbox for our muses' to share a stupid, drunken kiss.

Somehow Helena knew that getting to drink with Loki again would be a bad idea and had been avoiding the potential occurrence with all her might... until that unlucky evening when she was particularly gloomy and so was he--- yes, a lot gloomier than usual.

If only that was the sole thing, Hel would've forced herself to walk away but sadly she did meet him at the bar out of all places, as if fate itself-- something she refused to believe in but sometimes felt that it was suspiciously real-- set the scene for them. For some reason 'playing indifference' option was not available for Hel any longer, perhaps the 'button broke', being pushed too hard and often.

Surely as soon as she sat down he offered her to order... didn't mention he'd buy her a round by the way, just suggested they drink together, so Hel immediately thought he'd probably make her pay for the fun of it; the idea made her smile and somehow that smile stuck on her face for a long time until it was wiped off by a kiss both would swear they did not start. In fact it was a mutual expression of hidden desire, stupid, drunken but wanted.