#prurientmischief

// holy crap, vicious, write a book already! l o v e

Send me a number. I will find the nearest book and turn to that page and use the first line as a prompt to write a drabble for our muses.

"Before the sun dipped below the black mass of Kettleness, standing boldly athwart the western sky, its downward way was marked by myriad clouds of every sunset-colour--flame, purple, pink, green, violet, and all the tints of gold; with here and there masses not large, but of seemingly absolute blackness, in all sorts of shapes, as well outlined as colossal silhouettes." -- Dracula

"Does the sunset ever make you think of strange things?" Loki asked quietly, voice barely a whisper on the winter breeze that blew around them. He and Pru both were on the roof of the former's house, watching as the sun sunk below the horizon and painted the sky and the snow-capped mountains around them in bright, gorgeous colors. "Not a bad strange, just strange, y'know? Like, things you normally don't think about during the day but are always there, in the back of your mind, and only pretty phenomenas like this or life-threatening situations push them to the forefront of your mind."

    "Mm, like what, precisely?" Maybe Pru was just humoring Loki and letting him speak from his crazed jumble of a mind to put him at ease, or perhaps he truly knew what his lover was saying and wished to hear more of Lion's pitiful attempts at trying to be eloquent. Because eloquent he was not and if it wasn't obvious now, it would be eventually.

    "Like... I dunno," he stumbled over his own words, leaning against Prurient and gently resting his head atop his shoulder as he racked his brain for the appropriate words he wished to speak, provided there were any. "Like, why precisely are we here at this given moment, watching the sun set? Is it Fate or is not Fate? Can we turn away Fate and follow our own path or are we always doomed to be the pawns of a chess game played by invisible souls we cannot see? Also, why did Midgard become so advanced in technology and Asgard nor any other realm did not? Are they smarter than us or are we equally as intelligent? Or, is time really an invisible thing we cannot see, or is it solid and we just haven't found it yet? Or maybe we have and don't realize it. Are clocks our attempts to gain control of time?" Lion shut his mouth almost as quickly as he had opened it, pressing his lips as tightly together as he could without it hurting too much. "See? You start and it's like you cannot stop. We were made to question the universe and its inhabitants, and even as a God I can easily say that once you start questioning, you begin to realize just how minuscule and unimportant you really are on a vast, cosmic scale, even when you're a God who's worshipped. It's just... bizarre. There is so much about this whole world that we know little to nothing of and for someone like me, that's frightening."

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-Prurient