( hitch your wagon to a star )

[bottecellie]

the stargazing meme

oo1. comment with your characters
make sure to put names, series, & preferences somewhere!
you can use < ! > sans the spaces to make the comment "blank"
oo2. reply to others in character
oo3. use the rng and enter 1-10
oo4. play out what happens -- anything goes!
oo5. profit? oh yeah!

prompts

one → meteor shower you just saw a falling star! and another! make a wish!
two → aliens what was that? was that really? omg no way a ufo!
three → lunar eclipse you've been sitting out for hours, waiting for this. it's so cool!
four → comet does it move fast or slow? either way, it's amazing.
five → full moon the moon is so huge! just don't look too long, it's really bright too.
six → star dust anything can happen in space. make up your own plot!
seven → solar eclipse this might be happening in the middle of the day!
eight → planet sighting is that a new star? nope, just a neighbor in the solar system!
nine → constellations do you know the stories behind these odd patterns?
ten → deep space normal stargazing isn't that much fun. you got a telescope!

taken from here.

Comments

loki ♚ mcu

[snowborn]

( PROBABLY AU. early canon is also ok! )

Re: loki ♚ mcu

[battlemaiden]

[OOC: Young Asgardians? Some other AU?]

[snowborn]

( OOPS HI didn't see this sorry! i'm good with young aesir if you're still up for it o/ )

Young Asgardians (Why do I feel the urge to sing 'Teenage Wasteland'?)

[battlemaiden]

[She still isn't used to it. It was better than nothing of course, but Sif still stares in the mirror and feels like she is staring at a stranger. She is angry at herself, because she wants to be a warrior, and she must work harder than all of the others because she is a girl, and yet when she'd woken up and her beautiful blonde locks were shorn, all she could do at first was cry. That part of her was still weak and girlish and vain angers her.

When Loki had presented the new hair in recompense, what could she do but take it? Black it was, black as night, and indeed it was said the dwarves had taken some of the starry night sky to spin it into hair.

Sif sits on the roof of one of the higher towers of the palace, staring into that same sky, and wonders.]

don't cryyyyy don't raise your eeeeeye

[snowborn]

[ though the punctures from Eitri's awl now lie smoothed under an obscuring glamour, the wounds themselves have yet to fully heal.

what began as scarcely more than a lark escalated far more quickly than he could have imagined, but it is a small price to pay for what he's ultimately earned from the court. sif, for all she claims to endure against a society so contemptuous of the idea of a female warrior, has little idea of the likes of true prejudice. while he may have bruised her vanity, it is she the rest of asgard will look upon in favour, eventually.

still, it was never his intention to earn the ire of one so close to thor - and perhaps, by extension, himself - and so he seeks Sif out, days after his return, that amends might be made. ]

It suits you.

[ he speaks softly, breaking the silence without preamble, words barely above a murmur in the still night air. ]

[battlemaiden]

[She is quick to wipe at her eyes when she hears his voice, even though she's seated on the rough and hunched over, and he cannot yet see her face. He's there, that's enough, and she won't show weakness.]

You've balls as big as Volstag's, coming up here and daring to speak to me.

[She doesn't look at him, and though her voice is tired, her fire is still, in the undercurrent of her tone.]

I was foolish, I suppose, for thinking we were friends.

[Well. It might be news to him.]

[snowborn]

While much can be said of good Volstagg's courage it is scarcely that which I profess to have, coming here.

[ the ledge that traces the lower rim of this tower's spire is broad enough to allow him a few steps toward her, though sif's words are enough to give loki pause, that he yet remains just beyond the invisible boundary she has drawn about herself. ]

— was that truly what you thought, then?

[battlemaiden]

We've known each other since we were children. We played together, Thor, you and I. You used to smile so much more than you do now.

[She brings her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and resting her chin on her kneecaps. Her spills down her back like a waterfall, and it somehow gleams with reflected starlight that allows Loki to admire his handiwork if he so chooses.]

I suppose I should not have thought that was true, since you never smile like that anymore.