"remember how I'd fly to you?"
( 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃 )
❛ two broken people
trying to heal eachother,
that's love ❜
in which two very broken souls find each other and try to put...
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please, picture me in the trees I hit my peak at seven feet in the swing over the creek I was too scared to jump in
❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ✷ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜
"LOKI, I'LL KILL YOU!" CAS YELPED, running after a laughing Loki, who to place it simply was acting like a child.
"do it," He chided, whipping around, black hair flowing around with him. "I dare you."
Cas crossed her arms, skin brushing over the fabric covering her chest. the palace was aglow with the sounds of the part in the ballroom, and meanwhile, Loki and Cas were being idiots in the foyer. Heels on tile, she did her best to chase him outside, having to take them from her feet and carry the stygian heels in a hand as she chased after him, as he laughed like a madman.
He stopped and she caught up with him, the two bursting into laughter for no apparent reason, standing in the grass, Cas barefoot in the dark.
"Look at the stars," She sighed, sitting on the ground, which Loki followed. His green eyes shone in the darkness, reflecting the stars as they both laid on their backs. He was dressed in a black suit, dress shoes, and a crown on his head which was kindly taunting him.
Cas looked less interesting, emerald velvet and golden accents, her heels were next to her in the grass.
"That one," She says, pointing to it, with a smile. The stars were her favorite thing, which was lucky for her. "That is one of the stars in the Midgardian constellation of Ursa Major."
"For as long as I've known you," Loki says, turning to look at her, his hands behind his head. "You've always known so much about the stars."
"Well, I-" She cut herself off, shaking her head at herself. No making tipsy, rash decisions that could ruin her. The night was intoxicating, as was the man laying next to her, and the two glasses of Asgardian liquor weren't helping her cause.
It was simply better to stay quiet.
The quiet was something that was always very familiar. Where she was from it was a norm, it was just the thing that existed more than her father, more than her mother who traveled for three months at a time. Her home was chaos. She was so glad she was gone.
Trying to keep her thoughts at rest, and she did her best, focusing more on keeping the spells working keeping the thoughts she hated the most far from the prying green eyes of her best friend.
He liked to listen, and as far as she was told he wasn't doing it on purpose, but it still made her uncomfortable, knowing her thoughts were on display to this boy.
