show them the joy and the pain and the ending
She is far from innocent. It is not ever something she has pretended to be, before today. She has never needed to. Today, it had been amusing, a test of sorts.
But innocence is something she feels no need to continue feigning. She has lived too long to believe it would get her anything more than a momentary distraction (oh, her body is youthful enough, barely five years, but her mind… her mind is an old one. One that has known love and death and pain and heartache. She has ruled a kingdom across the universe, killed and saved in equal measure).
So she laughs. She laughs, a soft sound, but deep bodied and true, at his posturing, his attempt to relive the glory days. ”Yes, a pity. Age can be so very humbling.”
But then he seems to be caught by her name, the tones ringing some bell of recognition within his mind. She is curious, who he might know. How and why. Certainly her family has not always lived a quiet life.
She steps sideways, moving around him slightly as she tips her head to give him a look of bold consideration. ”Lokii, is it? Well, Lokii, much the same place you got your name I imagine,” she says, a small half-smile teasing her lips. ”My parents named me.”
More specially, her father. But she does not say so. She is too terribly curious, wondering just how badly he wishes to know. The answer would tell her so much about this scrawny Lothario.
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i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts