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Sees a mistletoe hanging above @MjolnirWielder, and leans on her toes press a kiss to his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Thor.”
+ like out there? The aftermath of it all…?” A hesitant gaze, one that once fondly looked to the heavens now lifts to settle the heavy skies in a gaze of quiet desperation.
“Yup!” A little too quickly is the falsely chipper reply given and again she seeks some remnant of respite in staring into the distance, as if salvation awaited her failing resolve.
It was easier than sharing with an immortal the nature of her mortality.
“What… what’s it +
+ Or so she thought.
Jane had risked turning to face him with the intent to talk about something mundane and trivial only to find herself caught up in silence.
Drawing in a sharp breath, she denies herself the glance she so dearly wishes to take, and keeps her caramel hues focused on the scene ahead. “Yup.” She said, keeping it short and sweet.
Damn vulnerability.
Clearing her throat, she debates the abrupt change of topics. +
+ and longing.
She smiles at the memory, looking out into the distance again. When she spoke, the warmth returns. “…and I’d do it all again.”
+ they had placed upon themselves. Yet despite her every rational thought demanding she respect the boundary, her every impulse fought to tear it down.
Her younger, more impetuous self would have crashed her body against his and captured his lips in a weak moment of passion +
+ woman sighs, turning away. “Loving you’s a Bloodsport.” The velvet of her voice travels low and deep, her face having returned to its unreadable visions of emotional distance.
A moment of silence swells between the mortal and the god, one that seemed hellbent on the division+
The petite brunette shifts her weight from one leg to the other, slender arms folding beneath her chest as she settles an unyielding gaze on him and a faint smile managed to touch her eyes at mention of Coulson… she had a soft spot for him just as the Thunderer did.
Then the +
/. Apologies for the absence, I’ve been over on @TheLadyOfGotham and @DamagedLilGirl and working on my art account @WhiteRabbitArtz
+ In that moment she felt her soul adrift, expanding and fading in the attempt. Yet one familiar, nostalgic touch draws her back in, and her caramel eyes settle on the deity at her side.
Time had a way of altering innocence, broadening what was once bright and clear into something endless and vague. Crisp black and white, changing to shades of grey.
A listless chuckle resonates in her throat and her gaze travels far away. “Survival. It’s in our nature.” +