Memento Loki

morrigan

✨ The longing for the flow of time ages beyond belief. So many yearn for the passing of time. And so many more wish they could stop time as a whole. It's so fully consuming to wish for either, but it's such a human experience.

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Sleep doesn't come easy. It's cherished when it does. Tonight, or rather, today— whatever it was, time doesn't 'pass' here anyway— was not one of those times. She found herself suffering from dreams that were nothing less of undesirable. Bordering on nightmares.

With a sigh Morrigan sits up from her place in bed. She wipes the terrible sleep from her eyes before finally pushing herself to her feet to start yet another day. It's not that every day was the same, because it surely wasn't, it's that every day something beyond what she expects happens. Without fail. Whether it be stacks of paperwork— which was the preferred of the daily tasks— or pruning yet another 'hero' who tried to save the lives of historical figures.

There's this saying she's caught onto from her work. 'Even if you do what you love for a living, it will always feel like a job'. Not to say that she loved her job. Certainly not, but it helped when it came to hard days. At least this was something she wasn't fond of, instead of being forced to destroy anything she enjoyed for the sake of an occupation.

Her morning routines had become shorter and shorter. Take a shower, brush her teeth, get dressed. She'd given up on makeup for the most part. It was fun, at times, but every day seemed to just exhaust her to the point it was easier just to not wear it. That way she could come back to her bed and crash without worrying about saving her skin. Who was she trying to impress anyway? Not herself, that's for sure.

Coffee was still a staple, however. And that's where she was, in the kitchen, making herself a latte. A nice benefit of working for the TVA– finders keepers, within reason. When a branch needs to be reset, who's really gonna miss that personal espresso machine that somehow, someway, caused the timeline to go haywire? Definitely not the young girl who would grow up to be a doctor and cure a deadly virus that she just pruned.
Hm.

The espresso machine spits out its liquid energy into her mug. Pairing it with whatever she had in the fridge, milk of any sort and brown sugar, she drops a couple ice cubes into it and leaves her kitchen.
The TVA is so kind as to provide housing when protecting the timeline. Of course, to make it feel a little less lonely, roommates are involved. There is the option to opt out. There's definitely enough space to be all individually placed, but Morrigan figured it wouldn't hurt to have company, even though she rarely saw them.

Her last roommate was fizzled. This doesn't happen often. There's the occasional case of a dangerous variant swapping that timestick back at the agent and - zip! There they go. Where do they go? Not even she knew. They told her that this is how her late roomie went. She never really questioned it; she hardly knew them at all. There's just something about living in the same building as someone that gives comfort. That if something (unlikely) went wrong, she wouldn't be alone in the end.

Entering the living room, dressed and ready to start her shift, she sits on the couch that exists in every other apartment complex here in attempt to relax before she leaves. She swirls her coffee with a light movement.
Her new roommate was... well, new. Quite literally. This was the first time something like this had ever happened in the time she's been alive.
...Since her time here at the TVA. Not that... there was a time before that.

No one had ever heard of recruiting a variant. A variant, working for the TVA. Taking out the very thing they are. Playing God to people who aren't meant to 'exist', while you, yourself, are not meant to exist.
What a fucked up situation.

Morrigan hadn't really had the time to speak with her new variant roommate since they moved in a while back. She'd hardly even seen him outside of his room – granted, they'd probably leave 'earlier' than her and return either before she was home or while she was asleep. It was the only logical explanation, given the TVA only allows a certain amount of time spent at home. There's this kind of quota, or whatever they want to call it, to meet. Either that or there's just so many threats to protect the timeline from.
Today, this morning, as she's finishing her coffee, she finally gets a full glimpse of this roommate of hers.

...A Loki?