asgardcoda | MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

Who: Everyone!
What: The MINGLE LOG for Week One of the Asgard Eventide Reunion!
When: March 1-7
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please.

[ OOC NOTES: Whether you're making a return to the city or this is your first time setting foot into Asgard, the gods and Natives alike sure are happy to see you. This is a catch-all mingle log for Week One! Please check HERE for a run-down on what's cookin' this week. You can feel free to make your own headers, create your own events, or post your own logs elsewhere as you please. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location of your character in the title of your comment.

As a note: we were super fortunate to have a few of our old NPC handlers volunteer to pick up their old Gods for the reunion! We currently have Hel, Heimdall, Baldr, Thor, Freyr, Mimir, Honir, Asgard!Loki, and also Frigg available for threading. If you'd like to request an appearance from one of these kids, please say so in the title of your comment. Some of us may make our own top-level as well, so be on the lookout for that! A million thanks to our NPC team for being so fantastic, we love and appreciate you so much.

Don't forget to check out the IC Inbox Mingle and the Network Post Mingle in the network comm! Let us know if you have any questions! ]

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[ The smile on his face immediately widens when she goes for his bowtie. As usual. Same old, same old. That's Ril. She changes, but somehow stays ever the same, too.

But he supposes a lot of people do. It's quite incredible. ]

I never have to fix my bowtie myself when you're around, do I?

Never, Doctor. [She let out a bright laugh and wrapped her arms around him. So many years to feel as if she were home again. It was a joyful return, a reunion that she hadn't thought possible, but here they were. Though it was unexpected it was truly a wonderful thing.]

[ He returns the hug, wrapping her up tight and burying his face in her neck. Sometimes he never realises how much he's missed someone until he meets them again and it's like the best day of his life. He's had a lot of those days, which he supposes is fortunate considering all the misfortune that's happened in the many many years he's been alive.

But life is a pile of good things and bad things. ]

[She might have told him that life is joy, moments that break you, moments that reforge you, knit you anew. Heal you. She knew all these things with his face to them, through much time, through many moments of all of these things. She remembers walking from battle with his blood on her, she remembers the quietness afterward, she remembers everything.

Ril holds onto him tightly and there is so much joy as she leans into him. Her fingers find the nape of his neck, brush through his hair, and there are little touches as if reassuring herself and him that this is not some strange dream.

He is always like coming home, always, and words are not important.

Just hugs and the memories they bring of his arms and apples, of sorrow and hope, and most of all joy. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, and wondering as she smiles.]

I remember this.

Like it's something you forget.

[ Of course she remembers. Of course he remembers too. Though memories might fade or be erased, emotions tend to linger, like they're on another plane from the rest of the world entirely. And aren't they? They must be.

He brushes his lips over her forehead, and presses them down on the top of her head, breathing in her scent. Sinking into her warmth. All of her. ]

Mm, every part of me would remember even if my mind did not. [Ril is content to stay like this, letting out a breath carefully. Everything in her, somehow, would remember. It is a powerful thing, emotion, and they have so very much of it.]

I remember, in the end when I faded away from Asgard, knitting a blanket in the sun. Gold yarn rolling down the steps. I think I dreamt of the faces I most loved, of you, of our adventures. [She buries herself against him, her voice muffled.] I thought it would be light, Doctor, but it was dark and swirling...and then I was here again.

[She reaches to touch his face, quiet.]

Home.

[ He tilts his head into the touch, the smile never waning. For her sake, if anything. ]

Dark and swirling, huh? People seem to always have different stories to tell about that.

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It could have been a passing cloud, who knows. [It is good that she has him to touch. And good that he is smiling. That nudges her onward and she is more wistful about it than sad. Her fingers slide against his cheek slowly and she hums.] Perhaps, as always, I was trying to find you.

[And then she''s laughing as she boops him on the nose.]

Here we are, though. [She inches up a little to turn her lips against, well, wherever they happen to fall, and she is all joy.] Found.

[ She's free to kiss him as much as she likes, of course. And wherever she likes. For now, he is too caught up in watching her. ]

Impressive, really. I'm not easy to find.

Somehow it seems effortless for you.

Like seeks like. [Her fingers touch his chin and she smiles as she leans up a little more.] And you [Ril drops a kiss against his lips, light and soft.] ...you pull me in like you have a strange gravity.

[Her fingers fall from his chin as she shakes her head minutely.]

You always have.

I don't think we're ever actually apart. We're in orbit around each other. We just get further away sometimes.

[ But it seems they always end up coming together. ]

This is a truth. [She sighs and shifts, burying her nose against him. It is fabric and the scent of him and she finds she is at ease once more.Her voice, when she speaks once more, is muffled.] It is good to be close again, my Doctor, and the universe is, for once, being kind.

Every now and then it gets the idea it wants to be kind.

[ Once, he had the idea that the universe owes him something. Like the universe really cares at all about how many times he's saved it.

Doesn't work that way.

He presses his lips to the top of her head, and closes his eyes. ]

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