#fyndid

freya understood his plight — almost perfectly, and perhaps it should have worried her to relate to chaos incarnate. the revelation brought a sense of calming relief, and a restlessness freya knew well. ‘ peanut butter’s sticky, but even that won’t glue yourself together. i did the same thing with nutella, an’ the impending doom after was only entertaining for a minute or so. we have to think bigger. ‘

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There was a certain thrill that came with running from a storm that Atê could never get tired of. Despite the hair plastered to her forehead, and her clothes weighed down by what felt like gallons of water, she was still laughing as they ran into the only establishment that still had their door unlocked.

Pushing her hair away from her face, she turned to Loki prepared to hit him with an 'I told ya so', but what came out instead was a snort.

"Ha! You look like a soaked pomeranian!"

It was one of those hot days that could leave one in a lackadaisical mood. And not even Sigyn was immune to it. She had settled herself in the garden with a book and a bowl of strawberries, basking in the sun, content as a sleepy cat.

Perhaps later she could apply herself to more productive endeavors, Norns knew she had plenty that she could be doing. But, the weather was good and her mood tended toward simpler pursuits for the moment.

That was, until someone decided to stand over her, directly blocking the sun and casting a shadow over her. Her brows rose as she reached for a strawberry. ❝You're blocking the light,❞ she commented lightly, before looking up at him. ❝Is there a reason for if?❞ She was far from truly bothered, but, she did her best to put on a mildly annoyed look.

          ah ,  how  could  he  forget ?  a  malevolent  smile  covers  his  contrastingly  angelic  features  -  eve ,  the  epicentre  and  beginning  of  his  revenge  on  their  father ,  hell's  endless  tormented  souls  owed  it  to  her  and  adam  -  such  an  easy  prey  -  he  remembers  that  too .    "  but  of  course  my  dear ,  how  could  i  ever  forget  you ..  "    there  is  a  sense  of  familiarity  when  he  approaches  her .    "  have  you  forgotten  me ?  "    after  all ,  he  had  to  disguise  himself  in  order  to  tempt  her  into  eating  from  the  tree  of  knowledge . @ambrosiabled

they watch with one eye between them, those birds. he is a gossip and the nosiest of neighbors. she darts toward the window and slaps her palm against the sun-warmed glass, startling them to flight.