MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

[asgardmods]

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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[justacough]

Being one of the most famous actresses, singers, and in her later years, supporter and patron of the arts, even several hundreds of years later she was still famous. She was being asked for autographs and praised. Someone had even fainted because Satine Miles was alive and well again.

She lifted her head up when she heard an old and familiar voice, one that she heard whispered in her ear for years in their bed, or calling her name. She turned and looked at him. Only this time, she didn't have a cane and her stark red hair was without a trace of white and silver. Her feet weren't slowed in a shuffle and a limp from a rather bad stage accident that hadn't quite left her the same. Her back was not bent with age, instead she stood tall and straight, the confident cool actress of a thousand masks that all got stripped away at the sight of him.

She was wearing that red gown, the one that she had given to a museum and who knew where that was now. She saw him and tilted her head, long red hair spilling over her shoulder.

"Well, yes, I should hope so, Desmond," she caressed his name in that way. The way she always did, even when she had held his hand in the hospital. With all the love and desire that had been his and his alone despite the partners they allowed to share their bed and bodies over the years. His was the only one who had her love so deeply. She didn't run to him, because he was running to her. but she hastened her step. She didn't want to be apart from him. She had stayed and lived in Asgard with him, and then when she died, to awaken again in Paris... she felt her breath hitch and her eyes start to burn.

[familyissues]

Satine looks just as beautiful, just as radiant as the day they first met, far different than the timeworn face he once knew; actress and lover, close confidant and friend, wife and mother. He's different too, he can feel it in the spring in his step, free of the aches and pains of an old, tired body.

"Satine!" and her name is swallowed up when he closes in, scoops her up in his arms, and kisses her like he's starving for her.

[justacough]

She wrapped her arms around him and hugged onto him tight as she kissed him back. Her feet were off the ground as he held her but that was fine, she felt like she was flying again anyways.

Away from the Moulin Rouge, away from the Duke, away from all of that once more to have her beloved in her arms and kissing her again.

She was shaking as her hands curled into his clothes.