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Snippet One: Stable Collapse

For once in a lifetime, the expression of both mortal and god were fixed together in the same mask. Icarion looked away, his quivering mouth drawn taut with recognition. He hated this, this weakness and shame. Hated himself, for starving without the sight of her for months and then being so damnably weak by the end of it. All she could feel was pity for him.

His head whirled dizzily. He tried to shape his mouth into an apology. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for this, for putting it upon you like this. I’m sorry for being late. So much, for being late and then showing up like something a dungeon had vomited back up. My apologies.

Loki’s mouth twisted into a wry grimace. He recognized this frozen state, when his brother’s brain scrambled frantically to connect, to act. Usually this happened right before...

And he dropped. The long ride would have taxed anyone; it had only been pure desperation that had kept him functioning thus far, or maybe some kind of wild hope. Now he looked just like a wobbling tower of bone and gristle collapsing to the stable floor, barely able to push out a hand weakly before he fell.

He watched as Sapphire dove to Icarion’s side, checking for a pulse. She gently pushed back his limp red hair and stroked his forehead with the tips of her fingers. Her bottom lip bulged in a troubling way. Any minute now she was going to yell at him, or cry. Loki could handle the crying. Distraught girls were cute.... Just not this one. This one he wanted to strangle for staring at him, like it was his fault.

As if this was his fault!

He remembered all too easily this past year, every edged with pain. Between him and the witch, it was a miracle that they had kept this boy alive. This girl should be grateful. They could have never returned.

Snippet Two: Heart to Heart

Icarion, upset by what had happened, made his way into her room. Maybe he could at least apologize. Offer some sort of comfort. Act like a man and own up for the fact that she wouldn’t have half the troubles in her life without his interference.
He paused outside her bedroom door and gingerly tested the handle; it was locked. He rapped on the wood with the back of his bandaged knuckles and waited.

A moment later, Sapphire’s pale face tipped upwards through the space between door and frame. “Icarion?” she asked. Her eyes, racing across his features, were big and overbright in her face. Hectic red razed across the cheekbones, and her bottom lip looked to be a little unsteady. Unsteady and surprisingly kissable....
“Do you need something? Ar- are you okay?"

He remembered why he was there when he heard the concern in her voice. “I was just wondering if I could come and stay a while,” he replied, taking a stab at nonchalance. She raised her brows at him, unsure of what exactly those words conveyed. He wasn’t quite sure what he had meant either, really.

Then she shrugged and took his hand, leading him through the doorway and then locking it again. She hadn’t really wanted any visitors at all... She couldn’t help it, seeing the way he’d looked at her, remembering his kindness.

Though he looked sort of worried too, she thought, sitting down on the bed and tucking up her knees. Something was on his mind. Her stomach churched against it own walls. No more trouble, please....

He set his lanky frame next to her and crossed his legs pretzel style. She thought his expression pensive, or perhaps apprehensive. Maybe it was her overactive imagination. He was probably just tired and didn’t want to sleep on the couch or whatever.... She told herself firmly not to like that idea so much.

There was a little silence, no more than a few heartbeats and rather less in minutes. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts in order to dive in.

Description
Snippet One: Stable Collapse

For once in a lifetime, the expression of both mortal and god were fixed together in the same mask. Icarion looked away, his quivering mouth drawn taut with recognition. He hated this, this weakness and shame. Hated himself, for starving without the sight of her for months and then being so damnably weak by the end of it. All she could feel was pity for him.

His head whirled dizzily. He tried to shape his mouth into an apology. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for this, for putting it upon you like this. I’m sorry for being late. So much, for being late and then showing up like something a dungeon had vomited back up. My apologies.

Loki’s mouth twisted into a wry grimace. He recognized this frozen state, when his brother’s brain scrambled frantically to connect, to act. Usually this happened right before...

And he dropped. The long ride would have taxed anyone; it had only been pure desperation that had kept him functioning thus far, or maybe some kind of wild hope. Now he looked just like a wobbling tower of bone and gristle collapsing to the stable floor, barely able to push out a hand weakly before he fell.

He watched as Sapphire dove to Icarion’s side, checking for a pulse. She gently pushed back his limp red hair and stroked his forehead with the tips of her fingers. Her bottom lip bulged in a troubling way. Any minute now she was going to yell at him, or cry. Loki could handle the crying. Distraught girls were cute.... Just not this one. This one he wanted to strangle for staring at him, like it was his fault.

As if this was his fault!

He remembered all too easily this past year, every edged with pain. Between him and the witch, it was a miracle that they had kept this boy alive. This girl should be grateful. They could have never returned.

Snippet Two: Heart to Heart

Icarion, upset by what had happened, made his way into her room. Maybe he could at least apologize. Offer some sort of comfort. Act like a man and own up for the fact that she wouldn’t have half the troubles in her life without his interference.
He paused outside her bedroom door and gingerly tested the handle; it was locked. He rapped on the wood with the back of his bandaged knuckles and waited.

A moment later, Sapphire’s pale face tipped upwards through the space between door and frame. “Icarion?” she asked. Her eyes, racing across his features, were big and overbright in her face. Hectic red razed across the cheekbones, and her bottom lip looked to be a little unsteady. Unsteady and surprisingly kissable....
“Do you need something? Ar- are you okay?"

He remembered why he was there when he heard the concern in her voice. “I was just wondering if I could come and stay a while,” he replied, taking a stab at nonchalance. She raised her brows at him, unsure of what exactly those words conveyed. He wasn’t quite sure what he had meant either, really.

Then she shrugged and took his hand, leading him through the doorway and then locking it again. She hadn’t really wanted any visitors at all... She couldn’t help it, seeing the way he’d looked at her, remembering his kindness.

Though he looked sort of worried too, she thought, sitting down on the bed and tucking up her knees. Something was on his mind. Her stomach churched against it own walls. No more trouble, please....

He set his lanky frame next to her and crossed his legs pretzel style. She thought his expression pensive, or perhaps apprehensive. Maybe it was her overactive imagination. He was probably just tired and didn’t want to sleep on the couch or whatever.... She told herself firmly not to like that idea so much.

There was a little silence, no more than a few heartbeats and rather less in minutes. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts in order to dive in.