#thedarknessinside

Silently she nodded. Rachel had been feeling herself be overwhelmed with all the sudden negative emotions around her. Sadness. Hate. Anger. Loss. Pain. Jealousy. It seemed everyone was having a bad day. And their negative emotions were all being taken in by Rachel. It had happened before. And she would slip into a bout of depression so long that there were times she had wanted to kill herself to end her misery. But recently Rachel found that when she was around Loki that feeling of loneliness and hopelessness went away. Her heart was heavy as she placed the book he had been holding aside and with no warning climbed into his lap, burying her face in his chest, arms hanging loosely at her side as if she had no strength within her to lift them. "I just need a few moments." She said in a low broken tone her voice sad as she did. "Please."

Despite his words Rachel reached out a hand to pry his away from the bleeding shoulder. “You’re in more pain then you let on. I know. Or have you forgotten that I can feel the pain of others?” She said, raising her mysterious purple eyes to meet his. “Sit.” She commanded, turning to pick up a basin filled with water and a tray of white linen.

She had dropped in unannounced. Literally. The shadows had suddenly grabbed her while she was enjoying a rather pleasant evening with a little kitten, and had thrown her unceremoniously into the darkness, where she had emerged in what looked like a throne room. Presently she was on the run. From Loki of Asgard it would seem. The shadows had transported her to her mother’s home realm. And the man in charge, Loki was now hunting her down for she had apparently seen him while he was shifting from Odin to his Loki form.

Seeing some soldiers coming her way, Rachel smirked, violet eyes shining with mischief as she waved her fingers, the shadows snaking out to grab each of the soldier from the ankle and yanking them to the floor in a rather chaotic manner, the sound of shields and armor hitting the marble floor echoing all around. Chuckling softly, she transported herself to the throne room, which happened to be occupied by the Norse God himself.

“It seems your guards are a little incompetent when it comes to catching a demi-god.” She said, wandering around between the pillars and letting her fingers graze the surface as she did. Despite her tricks she was rather taken by the beauty of Asgard. Why her mother had decided to abandon her on Midgard instead of bringing her here was beyond her.

“Tell me...Odin.” She smirked as she said the name, knowing who really lay under that mask. “Where is the sister of your wife Frigga? Nott was it? I have some unfinished business with her.” Shadows crept all around her, almost as if they were shrouding her as she floated nearer and nearer to the false ruler.