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A QUESTION FOR A QUESTION


YOU MAY KNOW EACH OTHER ALREADY - OR YOU MAY NOT. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, YOU'RE NOW PASSING THE TIME ASKING EACH OTHER QUESTIONS. IT'S A GAME! A QUESTION FOR A QUESTION. YOU START OFF ASKING YOUR OPPONENT A QUESTION OF CHOICE AND IF THEY ANSWER IT, THEY'RE ALLOWED TO ASK YOU A QUESTION IN TURN. THE RULES ARE SIMPLE, ONLY AS LONG AS YOU ANSWER THE OTHER PERSON'S QUESTIONS ARE YOU ALLOWED TO ASK QUESTIONS YOURSELF, BUT THERE IS NO EXPECTATION OF TRUTHFULNESS HERE, LIE IF YOU MUST OR WANT, JUST KEEP THE MOMENTUM GOING.

How to play -
1. Comment with your character's name, fandom and preference.
2. If you want, leave a question in the comment field that your character is asking their opponent. Or don't. I'm not the cops.
3. Pick other characters to question and have fun!

Comments

[versigny]

I'm not all that different from anyone else. I want someone to love me even after they see all of me, not just the parts I show to everyone.

Angry, mean, frustrated, hot-tempered, impatient... I can be quite terrible.

[annarr]

[oh...]

Is it love, if it leaves out all those facets?

[versigny]

I guess if they leave after seeing those facets, I wouldn't consider it to have been love.

[ she shrugs; for all that she speaks of want, this is clearly still all conceptual to her. ]

Do you disagree?

[annarr]

Oh, I fear you're right. [his fingers twist slightly against hers, the impulse to fidget not entirely soothed.] I'm not sure I'd count it if you never showed them, either. Then they'd only love your shadow.

[versigny]

[ she shifts her hand, changes their grip so they can thumb wrestle instead - if he wants, of course. she won't be going easy on him. ]

Does it count if you've never given me reason to be so nasty, darling?

i'm cry

[annarr]

[it's a small thing. really, it's a silly thing. it's also an incredibly sweet in a way that clutches tight at his heart.]

Well, if it's me, I'm certain I will. [there isn't much heart in the clash of thumbs, but it's clearly working as intended all the same.] Either way, I'm not sure it counts. There would still be pieces missing, yes?

ME TOO, THEY'RE SO CUTE

[versigny]

[ she seizes victory, and takes the opportunity to pin his thumb down gently, wiggling like one might wiggle a stamp before letting it go. ]

Do you always assume you'll bring out the worst in people, darling? And I suppose so, yes. But I truly don't think you could ever hurt me, not in the way you fear, because I'd like to think I know you, too. Just the most important parts.

[annarr]

I've been repeatedly told that I do. By kings, even.

[well, by one, certainly--one who didn't know all of loki's pieces even half as well as margaery did (and even she still had miles to go, so.)

his tongue clicks at the loss before he shifts to twine their fingers together properly again, nose bumping lightly against her temple for a moment.] But, if you insist, who am I to stop your curiosity?

[versigny]

Kings expect too much by design. How can they survive unless they demand?

[ she squeezes his hand, smiling at the touch, turning her head to lean into him properly. ]

A flower doesn't expect the bee or the bird to stay with it always. It's more than happy enough to be visited every now and then. That's how I see us.

[annarr]

[laughter is intimate when resting together like this. he doesn't mind it.]

What would you demand? If you were king?

[versigny]

[ she smiles; this is a question she wishes she were asked all the time. ]

So many policy and diplomacy changes. But from you? Small trinkets that make you think of me wherever you roam.

[annarr]

Only small trinkets? You wouldn't want a kingdom of your own if it made me think of you?

[versigny]

[ she smiles, thoughtful. ] I have my own kingdom in your heart already, but I do wonder what one would look like to remind me of you.

For some reason, I see it in the skies, or underwater. Land feels... too restrictive.

[annarr]

You might do well ruling Avalon, actually. Lush forests, lovely mountains, but the citadel itself floats high above all that.

[surely the polite thing to do is to extend a palm before them, a small glittering illusion of the starlight citadel shimmering into existence. less polite is sliding his other arm fully around her waist, not salacious so much as anchoring.]

There's something quite special in being able to look down, now and again.

[versigny]

[ she needs the anchor of his arm, leans into him even as her other hand reaches out before she stops herself, unsure. she looks entranced. ]

It sounds like what most people would consider paradise. Is that where you're from, darling?

[annarr]

[that's quite a flattering reaction to a flicker of his magic. his arm squeezes around her just slightly for a heartbeat.]

No, sweetling. [his outstretched hand curls and the little floating fortress vanishes, replaced by a small shimmering valaskjalf when he flattens his fingers out again.] From Asgard.

[versigny]

[ majestic, even if only in tiny form. Margaery breathes out slow. ]

Do you miss it? [ she tears her eyes away to look at him. ] When was the last time you were there?

[annarr]

Who doesn't miss home, now and again?

[his features are quiet, but she's pressed in close--and, frankly, she knows him. ]

I expect I'll return soon enough.

[although it's a matter of his father letting him back, but surely he doesn't need to say that part out loud. not here. not with her.]

[versigny]

[ the absence of his usual - flair? - makes Margaery thoughtfully quiet, too. her hand comes up, slowly so as not to startle, before it rests very gently on his cheek. ]

Until then, you always have me.

[annarr]

[the little illusion flickers and vanishes as his attention shifts to her--back from wherever it had wandered.]

Why?

[versigny]

[ her tone is still gentle. ] What do you mean why?

[annarr]

Why give me your time and attention?

[a genuine question, although really vague compliments will probably do.]

[versigny]

[ it takes her a moment, but. ]

When I first met you, I found you intriguing - of course. No one's ever held out on answering me directly like you have.

[ her arm winds around his waist too, her grin especially cheeky at this angle. ]

But you see me. And still, I feel safe with you. I don't have to adhere to rules of engagement, or think about how to make you like me. I can just be, as I am. There aren't many people I can say that about, Loki. And I can only hope I make you feel the same way.

[annarr]

[well. a pointedly specific compliment will certainly do. the twitch of a smile is more in his eyes than in his lips, but impossible to hide this close.]

You're wonderful, just being.