#lokibannerpool

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Merry Christmas to my dear friend Sodium! I love the verse we have with your Gothel and my Elsa and I really wanted to draw something relevant to it for you! I hope you have a great day and thank you so much for being one of the best (and longest) friends I’ve ever had! I love you friend!

Kharon, was in his boat purposely going to Wade, since he wanted to see the other boy. There was no real reason other than, he wanted to. Slowly floating on a ghost river, he pulls slowly up towards him. Not wanting to scare him, certainly not when he was speaking to someone. Even if Kharon, couldn’t feel anyone else around. Tilting his head to look around, making sure he was alone before he spoke, 

 “What would I say ‘no’ to?” He questions gently, more curious than anything, “Sorry, I wanted to see you. I... followed your soul. Are you busy?” 

Fenrir was up late as usual. He liked the quiet once everyone was away, they were either sleeping or fighting crime or whatever they liked to say they did. he did not particularly care. 

Fenrir poured himself some cereal, taking a long messy drink from the carton before dumping the rest of it on top. He hesitated, feeling eyes on him in the dark of the kitchen. 

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people, you know.” He broke the quiet, taking a heaped spoon of the odd shaped, crunchy cereal and turned to see who had creeped after him. “Frigga.” He announced to no one in particular, eyes aglow in the dark and easily making out her shape. “What do I owe this pleasure? Here to hit me with another one of your toys?” Their combined efforts to find a mortal made weapon that could cause him pain was an interesting thought. He admired their persistence. 

@lokibannerpool​ said: wound: my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.( zorii)

     It’s not unusual for Arthur to obtain injuries- leaving his apartment every morning felt like a risk of it’s own as he wondered what sort of treatment he’d endure. He’s been jumped by a group of kids on the street for ‘being a shitty clown’ before and it seems like everything he does leads to people getting angry with him and often times, they become aggressive. He’s found himself showing up to Zorii in silence, bruises painted over a section of his face and a trail of blood drooled slowly from his brow. 

     And she’s taken him in, obvious worry looming over her and she’s already treating his wounds for him. He hardly meets her gaze as if he were ashamed of himself. Emerald eyes remain half lidded as he stared down. He’s tired. But coming to Zorri brings him a sense of peace- her delicate touches as she works to clean his wounds sting but he’s comforted by it in a weird way. Perhaps because it was her. “I.. Sorry I just showed up..” he finally speaks, voice low and soft. He feels bad because she has better things to do and despite the feeling of needing her, he’s already internally kicking himself for wasting her time. 

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