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Loki
Vriska
Once-ler
Homura
Steph

[finals were over, and school was let out. it didn't matter to him, as he had taken it upon himself to skip the last few days, anyway. all of his assignments were done and turned in, some in archaic French, but he found himself very bored in school. books were finished in the matter of hours, languages learned in less than a night, and his science projects were ... well, they were just boring all together. no one could save him from them.

unsuspecting of the impending doom of the kissing weed, he strolls toward the forest, kicking rocks on his way.]

Why yes, you are a terrible stone, aren't you?

[Aradia doesn't like school very much. History is ok, and when the literature is about death she's on board. Science never relates to digging anything out of the ground or forensics or what happens to human bodies after death or anything that might be remotely interesting; she does the bare minimum and she's glad to get out and have time to run around freely.

It's more fun, though, when you have someone else to drag out with you.]

What did that stone ever do to you?

It most likely found itself on the wrong-side of some grand battle.

[his flawless words are almost convincing. almost. even his hand gestures somehow aided his smooth execution, but that's all it was, a well-told lie.]

Someone's wrong, someone's right—and then both sides hit each other.

[Of course it was a lie. It was a rock. But she wonders why he's telling stories, if it's just Loki being Loki, or if he's not feeling ok.]

And which one were you in this scenario? Right or wrong?

[She lands carefully on the grass next to him, trying to keep pace.]

From my experience they call me the chaotic neutral. Perhaps chaotic good on a good day. I'm not very good at hitting people.

[and he smiles. he won't deny it had been rough. everything through the last couple of days had been, his odd run-in with his Other-Self, especially. there were still a lot of unanswered questions, there was still a kanima, and there was still Magneto. all problems yet to be solved.]

And you?

[She feels pity for him. Not that kind of pity, but sympathy, maybe; he's had it hard and she made it a bit harder, probably, being pushy. She can't fix his problems for him and wouldn't be so rude as to suggest he can't handle it- she has to trust him. But she wishes she could make it better.]

That's a good question. Chaotic good, maybe, but I think other people might think differently.

[Her shoulder bumps his, gently.]

You've been quiet lately.

[it was better now that Thor had arrived. at that time a relief washed over him in such a way that he had a full night's sleep that he hadn't had since his Evil-Self had arrived. he liked him better when he was a bird. he made a much better bird.]

Others' opinions have no say in the matter.

[he says, as if he's sure, until she's bumping him. he looks up, regards her, and then lets out a sigh.]

Many problems have resolutions, but some you must be patient for. Or so I've been told. I'm not very good at that, but this is an exercise where I'm not able to do much. At least, not yet. It's my problems. They have problems.

[and he wasn't used to it. there was always someone that he could manipulate, someone he could tell the truth to, something he could do with his wit that would bring about the ending so something awful. with his Evil-Self here, settling amount the residents of New Moore, he wasn't sure what he could do.

oh, he was also aware, in the back of his mind, of the weed that had been running rampant on the island. but for the moment, that concern was buried beneath another pile.]

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[She sympathizes. It's hard, feeling like you have no one to talk to. At least she'd had the various iterations of herself to talk to, even if they'd been just as pessimistic and cynical as she herself had been; and now she has Dave, who understands the difficulties they put themselves through for paradox space. But there's no past version of herself haunting her every step. No one has ever failed to trust her.]

You know asking for help hasn't ceased to be a possibility, in this timeline or any other. If you reach a point in your problems where that might be a solution.

[Aradia hasn't paid much mind to the mistletoe, herself; it seems fairly harmless, and congregated in populated areas, which the forest isn't.]

I'm unused to such kind words.

[and he nudges one of the stones with his toe, flipping it over casually, but looking to see if some great treasure were beneath it. there wasn't, so he turned back to her, softening somewhat.]

Sometimes I wonder if someone such as myself deserves such fine friends.

[She can't help looking surprised every time he says something like that. But she supposes, maybe if she had an Evil-Self running around, and the knowledge of horrible things in the past that she doesn't even remember, she might feel that way too.]

If you can't believe it for yourself, will you believe it if I say you do?

[that was ... not something he had expected. it caught him off-guard. it seemed that she was very good at that. demanding the truth out of him, protecting him, trusting him through it, somehow. she used many of the same tactics that he was used to using, himself, though he seemed to fall for them so easily.

there's a faint look of surprise that crosses his expression, but it softens.]

I may need to be further convinced.

[and even with the influence of the kissing weed, he hesitates. his fingers twitch at his side, but their arms are so close, and it's easy just to ... twist his arm into hers, and to brush a thumb against her thumb shyly. perhaps the time wasn't right. this wasn't an easy experience for him, even touching someone other than Thor or Leah is odd, but not unpleasant. no, definitely not unpleasant. it's warmer than he remembers, even though they've touched before.]

[ And yet this time it's her who's caught off guard. Only an extreme force of will keeps Aradia from glancing at him in surprise herself, or from starting. Never would she have expected him to reach out to her, like that, she knew when she touched him on their date that he wasn't used to it and that was all right.

And she'd thought, maybe, that he'd still hold a grudge from the theater. ]

Ok, but you'd have to give me some time to think up an appropriately demonstrative gesture of deservedness.

[ She thinks- she does what she thinks he wants, and carefully threads her fingers through his, and takes his hand. Has she even held anybody's hand since before she died? Aradia can't remember, but it seems right to feel his skin so cold, compared to the lowblooded heat she churns out, her life burning up so quickly. At least before she became a god herself. ]

[he's a little unsure. and there's a moment where it's a bit awkward, and his fingers are moving along hers to find the appropriate way that they link. he notes the focus, brushes it aside, and uses the means in which he knows best to clear the air.]

If I wait too long I'll become an old man with a very long, ugly beard.

[the mistletoe had matched the foliage so well that he hardly knew it was there. instead he allowed himself to be carried with his feelings.]

And then you'll come to me in a grand demonstration, but I'll be too blind to see it. That's a story somewhere, isn't it? If it's not, perhaps I should write it and market it.

[quiet, dummy.]

[ The thought that it might be mistletoe driven doesn't occur to her. She would have squeezed his hand without it, and leaned into him just a little bit as she laughed, her free hand coming up to cover her mouth without doing anything to stifle her giggles.]

No no, see, that's the thing about being Maid of Time. When you're made of it, you're always on time for everything. You wouldn't have to wait until you're old, I'd be there just when the moment was right.

[whether it's manipulating affections or just making him bolder is something difficult to place. but this was much better than kicking stones. though he had never imagined himself where he was, he had always been caught up in what he was doing. Leah was never one for such open affection, and Thor was ... well. Thor was most certainly Thor.]

Ah, Miss Maid of Time, what keeps you on your toes? A watch Saturn itself would envy, simple yet explicitly effective? A very timely sundial? Or some kind of vast understanding of the workings of Timespace?

Well, it's some of the latter; you don't really understand until you can move backwards and forward as you please, and see how everything comes together or falls apart.

[She draws up short, her hand still in his as she looks at him around the falling mass of her hair, smiling with the secret.]

But there's something else, too. [Her free hand takes his, guides it to the wrist of the hand still linked with his, to wear her pulse beats. A gesture of deep trust, for a troll, to offer up such a weak spot; some part of her marvels that she does it at all, but she wants to share the secret with him, and mistletoe or no she's not ready to put his hand against her throat, or against her heart.] Try not to lose count. Starting in three...two...one...

ARADIA

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