meme | #002 -- absolute obedience ( do you do you want to )

[the]

the ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE MEME 1. Post with your character. 2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies. 3. Any orders. 4. Any orders. Meme Strategy: There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he must be obeyed. Play it however you like. Don't like the orders you got? Not willing to have your character follow them, even if you've had a good time up to this point? Talk to the other player, use OOC notes or PMs, try and work it out. Got some stuff you'd never want to play out? Consider making a preferences post and linking to it when you reply here. Wanna give orders that people would love to follow? Give em context. Make it a story. Is this about revenge? Working out some personal issues? Too dumb to realize that the other guy has to do whatever your guy says?

meme from memebells@lj.

Comments

[sorcerous]

[ He twists in her hands and fights, but this time it isn't to get away. Just to bury his face in the curve of her shoulder, his blood spilling over her, mixed with tears, salt-copper-iron-red-clear.

(A piece of him knows: if she had not told him you will heal, he would not have stopped. He would have clawed his heart clean from his chest, and died in her arms.) ]

Sif, Sif -- [ he gasps, and he clings to her, broken a thousand times over, seeking some solace in the arms of one he would call friend. Fellow. Companion. ]

I hope the linking is okay!

[brosif]

[She felt sick, holding him. Not because of his actions, but because of hers. She was not to blame for the Allfather's lies or Loki's resulting madness – but for where he was, now. Where he would go from here, and how it may all fall apart. She felt sick, offering comfort that wasn’t hers to give.

But her feelings were ultimately inconsequential. She’d made her choice and now it needed to be seen through. So she held him tighter (different, really, than how she’d ever held a man before), murmuring whatever came to her mind. Anything to provide a contrast to his cries. She was not good with words – she never had been. What came out – from a book she’d only read once, and hadn’t particularly liked – surprised even Sif.]

Water from Mímisbrunnr; used to bring clarity. Water from the stink bogs of Álfheimr; used to induce temporary gout of the reproductive organs. Water from the wastelands of Vanaheimr...

a-awwww

[sorcerous]

[ And the words seep into his mind, slowly, as his sobs start to fade. Of course Sif would be there. It wouldn't be Thor, it wouldn't be any of the others. They would have just struck him down. ]

You -- remember.

[ And there's a curious quality to his voice, a curious desperation in his hands, clenched tight in her clothes. She remembers. Like casting a light back to a time when things were easier, simpler, when it wasn't all so confusing, when he didn't hurt so badly.

He wants that. He wants it so much it would break him. ]

[brosif]

There are many things that I remember, Loki.

[She pulls back, a bit, trying to look him in the eye. She means this -- it's dangerous, the extent to which she means this.]

I remember a week where you were my enemy. I remember thousands of years where you were my friend. A day pales in comparison to a lifetime.

[sorcerous]

[ And he reaches up and touches her face. A thumb along the line of her nose, and then tips smoothing her eyebrows. As though she was a mirage, as though he were blind and he would memorize each inch of her skin. ]

A day can change a lifetime.

[ The blood's flow is slowing. He only wishes it were because he was dying. ]

[brosif]

[She tells herself that it could be anyone, here. It could be Thor, or Frigga. It could be one of his wives or children. Anyone that would prefer Loki alive to dead, short as that list may currently be.

That is what she tells herself, as she releases her hold and brings a hand to his neck, feeling for the pulse there.]

Yes. It can. Let this be that day.

[Because eventually, it will. One way or another.]

Will you come with me?

[sorcerous]

[ He has no choice. He sees nothing but a bleak dead end, his life set in stone and closed in on him until there is no air to breathe. He sees a future where he never again takes wing, where he is a ghost in the palace halls, where he is held by a chain wrapped around his very soul. ]

No.

[ The word is soft, but it rings, thrums in the air.

He is empty. ]

I will go alone.

[brosif]

Go where?

[She knows what she implated, but ideas can have their own ways of taking root.]

I can't just leave you in such a state as this.

[sorcerous]

To Asgard, of course. Where else can I go?

[brosif]

[She is too cautious to be relieved, but it is a better answer than others he could have said.]

That is where I go as well. Why not walk together, until our path splits?

[sorcerous]

Because we are not friends.

Because I will not poison my ears with lies. Not today. Not now.

[brosif]

Then perhaps I go not as a friend, but as a guard.

[sorcerous]

[ And the gaze that he turns on her is wretched. ]

As my heart's blood drips on the ground -- you think the world still needs defending from me?

[brosif]

No.

[And what she says next, in spite of everything, may very well be the most honest thing that Sif has ever said.]

I think you need defending from yourself.

[sorcerous]

[ His hand -- white skin, blood-stained -- flattens over his heart. ]

Sif, I beg of you, from the bottom of my heart -- leave me this.

I will go alone.

[brosif]

[And he will. She knows it -- she left him no decision in the matter. But acting as if this choice is his to make (as she will so often have to act), she nods, untangling herself from him slowly.]

I will walk on ahead.