[ the display of shrines and their accompany imagery brings Loki back to a place that he hadn't been since the day he arrived. while his body still retained the physical characteristics of the Aesir, he was still lacking some of the fundamentals that were linked to his own divinity. carefully he steps through the shrines for better looks at the images that are scrawled within, the eerie light of the blue glow that casts across the asphalt. the symbols are eye-catching, and keep his gaze lingering over the shapes and lines painted into the artwork.
it's an unnerving feeling that tugs at his insides. it's sacred but not, built on deeds that must feel powerful to the people of this world, if they had made such an impact. shrines were once erected to him and his brethren for worship, and now they were reduced. here they were non-existent, but this was a compromise that he hadn't been expecting. there's a pang inside of him that feels the loss—he misses the prayer. hearing them, and answering them. ]
I really shouldn't be surprised. [ he says to himself, or someone else, perhaps. ] But it does seem like they haven't seen anything like us before. How encouraging.
2. Safehouse
[ it's like routine now: when new people are found, brought to the safe house, and left there until their ID clears, Loki takes some time to make the rounds. he lingers at the edge of the safehouse, along the walls to get a good look at the faces of those who've just arrived. it looks like he's looking for something, or someone, for that matter.
unlike those who've arrived and are now in threadbare clothing, Loki's in a black-button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black pants and a pair of boots. he doesn't look quite like he belongs—and in a way he doesn't, he doesn't like the safehouse, nor does he like the obligation he feels to check it like this. ]
Ah, so the new blood is here, hm ...
while the look on his face is curious, he's still stuck on scheming expression 24/7. ]
Loki | Open
[ the display of shrines and their accompany imagery brings Loki back to a place that he hadn't been since the day he arrived. while his body still retained the physical characteristics of the Aesir, he was still lacking some of the fundamentals that were linked to his own divinity. carefully he steps through the shrines for better looks at the images that are scrawled within, the eerie light of the blue glow that casts across the asphalt. the symbols are eye-catching, and keep his gaze lingering over the shapes and lines painted into the artwork.
2. Safehouseit's an unnerving feeling that tugs at his insides. it's sacred but not, built on deeds that must feel powerful to the people of this world, if they had made such an impact. shrines were once erected to him and his brethren for worship, and now they were reduced. here they were non-existent, but this was a compromise that he hadn't been expecting. there's a pang inside of him that feels the loss—he misses the prayer. hearing them, and answering them. ]
I really shouldn't be surprised. [ he says to himself, or someone else, perhaps. ] But it does seem like they haven't seen anything like us before. How encouraging.
[ it's like routine now: when new people are found, brought to the safe house, and left there until their ID clears, Loki takes some time to make the rounds. he lingers at the edge of the safehouse, along the walls to get a good look at the faces of those who've just arrived. it looks like he's looking for something, or someone, for that matter.
3. Wildcardunlike those who've arrived and are now in threadbare clothing, Loki's in a black-button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black pants and a pair of boots. he doesn't look quite like he belongs—and in a way he doesn't, he doesn't like the safehouse, nor does he like the obligation he feels to check it like this. ]
Ah, so the new blood is here, hm ...
while the look on his face is curious, he's still stuck on scheming expression 24/7. ]
[ hit me up! ]