#shapeshiftergod

     ( @shapeshiftergod​ // continued from this! )

“How horrible, isn’t it? There’s some things you could entertain as a thought, but they can’t become real, no matter how hard you believe in them. And others... are real, thank goodness. Just like me paying you attention right now. I couldn’t believe it myself... but here I am.”

Loki chuckled as he looked at the lady from upside down, then jumped down with the grace of a cat. It felt like he was one, too; his landing was perfectly silent, like he had soft pads on his feet, like cat paws. “Hello there. I hope my appearance wasn’t too random... I’m pleased to talk with you. Loki,” he introduced himself with a little curtsy.

Color her intrigued. She smiles, kind as ever, despite her normal poor attitude. She may be foolish, messing with things and causing problems where she shouldn’t, but first she will assess the situation -- if Loki is his true name, and the energy she feels off of him is correct, it would be in her best interest to play it safe.

After all, if she is right in her assumptions, faeries ( and especially those of her magical abilities -- or lack thereof ) are no match for Gods.

@shapeshiftergod​ cont. from x.

Bad days? She wished she only had bad days, though it seemed like the day she was born, the bad days started. Gemma did not like to bitch about these days for too long. It did not get her anywhere. It made the day that much worse. “Bad days? Never had one, or if I did, I drank so much that I forgot.” Winking, she laughed, nearly forgetting that she admitted that she drank her problems away. Shrugging, she put her hands into her jacket, fiddling with the lint within them, giving her something to do. “Murder, huh? It always starts that way, though sometimes… It makes the day better.” Maybe it was not the right time to outright admit that she enjoys murder, but what was the worst that could happen? He walks away?

Her head moved up and down in agreement was all she did. As he went on about what murder meant to him, the man wanted someone to vent to it seemed. Did she give off the feeling of a therapist? Because she was not getting paid nearly enough to be one. “Hey, you don’t have to justify murder to me. That keeps the world balanced. We all die, either time kills you, or someone else does." It was the sad reality of life, “the end of everyone's suffering and hard work is death.” Gemma was a dark person deep down, but it was how she learned to cope with the reality of losing so much and killing so many. “Yeah, the world is fucked. Humans have been this way since… God knows when. We kill each other, and we claw our way to the top of what? The never-ending hill that is our demise. It’s kind of pathetic if you ask me.”

@shapeshiftergod​ cont. from x.

It had been days since she had woken up, yet, nothing had begun to come back to her. Damn it. This time not even the sticky notes that she left around the house seemed to jog back any form of memories, yet, flashes still seemed to come to her. Faces, places, and things that she had done, yet right now seemed damn near impossible for her to have done. “It does? Maybe you…” No, that would be weird to assume he remembered her. There seemed to be millions of people in this city, Gemma doubted someone could remember her. Yet, it was worth a shot, “maybe you know who I am? I seem to have forgotten who I am…”

‘No shit, you did.’ She thought to herself.

@shapeshiftergod​ asked; for the height meme, Loki is about 6'2"-6'3"ish

@shapeshiftergod​ asked; i've said it before but i’ll say it again; i love how you write, and gemma is an amazing character. also, you have cool icons! what’s not to like? <3

@shapeshiftergod​ asked; “ want some breakfast? “

It had been a long night, most of which she did not remember. Maybe it was for the best. Slowly waking up, pale hands rubbed brown eyes awake, though it was far too bright in this room. Grumbling, Gemma felt like she had been run over by a bus, a hangover, GREAT. Feet swing over the bed, unable to touch the ground. Gemma hated being short. Getting out of bed, feet finally touching the ground, toes curl as she stretches, though quickly stopping, that was too much work this early in the morning. Holding her head, she wonders till she finds herself in a bathroom, ‘where the hell am I?’ Gemma did not recognize this place. Fuck, what had she done? Looking into the mirror for a second, Gemma promised herself this would be the last time this happened, though Gemma knew it wouldn’t be. Using the bathroom, she cleaned her hands and then washed her face. At least she looked a little less pathetic. Opening the door, Gemma heard a familiar voice. Loki?