An audience is never rejected, if they know the rules of 'don't steal the chopped food and always be careful around knives'.
[The question takes a few more minutes to come, because even though he can send it with a thought, it takes a lot more thought to figure out how to phrase it right.]
You want this, right? I mean, I guess the smaller dates, the fact that I haven't been able to have you over, other things like that, they have me worried maybe you're not as excited by all of this as I am. Though I'm excited and nervous. I can be both.
I am not going to risk irritating my strong and capable boyfriend while he's holding knives.
[ Even if there's something a little hot about that image.
He doesn't really get to enjoy it, though, because his discomfort grows as the time passes before the question comes, but he lets out an audible sigh of relief when it does. He honestly nearly calls David but doesn't trust his voice. ]
My apologies, dear one. I was worried about the same and trying to give you space. I kept assuming it would correct itself, and then it had been a few weeks and I was worried I'd missed something, or that your interest was waning.
I miss you. And I'm so excited to have you over in a substantial way. And I find myself extremely nervous, like the first time I asked you to come out with me.
Strength has nothing to do with knives in combat. They're a speed and finesse weapon.
[Oh he's more than capable with that. Don't worry.]
Thank you for your answer. I was scared too. I'm terrible at talking about this stuff, but I missed you so keenly. Desperately. I kept reading your letters, looking for clues.
I told you how my people say 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' in one of my letters. Sadly the mind is a nervous thing and time makes it grow anxious.
Promise I'll be there. Super promise. God just the idea of being alone with you for a night makes me shiver in delight.
Since I'm cooking and I'm thinking I wish to impress you, let's make it late afternoon so I have time for prep and stuff? If that's alright. Can you tolerate me from then into the morning?
My dear, you are welcome to request me as an adornment for your bed. And, provided the mattress is not so against what I need to have sleep, you shall have me there. I doubt that you'd have something that would truly turn me off.
[ If Balthier could keep him all weekend, he probably would. ]
I will remind you that last time we spent the night together we literally exhausted cleaning activities to keep from parting. 'Tolerate' is not on the table, my love.
[ But it feels good to say it, because he was increasingly worried that was a fluke. ]
If you decide to sleep somewhere other than the bed I will just follow you.
[If Balthier tried, he might succeed. Though he'd probably have to take charge of the next meals. David was only going to prepare for dinner and breakfast.]
My darling, so far away from your embrace and for so long has left me nervous. I expect this to cure it.
I might lead you on a merry chase if you take that stance dear.
i see you agreed to meet with the child on the network, whole though he seems do not reply around the boy, wait until he is gone and then tell me what you know something bodes ill and i wish to know all i can before i speak with him
We've got a hell of a problem. Would you come get me? This might be something that you, I, and possibly Strange need to talk about. But somewhere he won't be. We could probably use my apartment if one of you would ward my work room from magical observation.
i can pick you up, where are you? strange can find my apartment snd it's also warded against other lokis when they don't enter with me, tell him to get there asap
Excelsior, trying to find a secure location for you to acquire me from. I MAY have basically sworn myself as his protector and the champion of the cause of restoring him to what he should be so I'm not entirely sure he won't follow me in a rage?
I don't make the best decisions when I'm fighting with Josh actually. Which is of course his fault as much as it is mine. I'll message strange and try to find a point for extraction. If I don't reach back out to you in half an hour then the entire encoded file of what I've found out will be forwarded to you. The unlock password... Well, you're smart, you'll figure it out. It's something we shared recently.
[Which would be 'emojicookie'. Get your mind out of the gutter before it even starts to get there.]
[ Loki appears with minimal fuss, green light brief as he steps forward and loops an arm through David's. He glances around, muttering to him under his breath in case there are eavesdroppers. ]
[Had he mentioned he wasn't comfortable being held this familiarly by any Loki, much less the idea of teleporting?]
Just do it before I can regret asking.
[He closed his eyes and hid his face against Loki's chest, hoping that would be enough to anchor him through the teleportation. And if his arms were maybe a little too tight around Loki's waist, well, that was just how life went.]
You're not the only one observing that what he's spouting is quite wrong.
Demons. The equivalent here would be demons. There's a group of us, mostly Loki's family, mentor, a man named Billy, and myself, we're trying to come up with a plan to address it. There's a theory that this thing is nesting in his head, and has taken a part of his soul. Which is very much bad.
Gods are powerful after all. We're hoping to address it ASAP. IT's all rather rushed. Within the last hour. And in the process I managed to piss off Josh so you know my day is just going wonderfully right now. Demons, arguing with my best friend, and being powerless to help someone I promised to look out for. I've never felt like more of a failure in my life.
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