CONTINUED FROM TFLN MEMEBELLS ⇒ T.G.I.F.

[formidable]

[Amelia should have learned how to use her cell phone properly at some point. She meant to send her message inviting people for a drink to a few select people in town-- Libby her bartender, Emily Maxwell, a previous student of hers, hell maybe even Micheal and Adam.

Somehow this hasn't happened.]



[Amelia had to shoo away the talking cats, clear the living room of the books and practically redecorate the interior of the house-- it was no longer the cozy vintage home she had been living in for decades, but rather a fancy contemporary and industrial looking household.

A household now filled with various party goers called up by a certain billionaire playboy who is a terrible person. The nice thing about being in a witch's house is that the food and drink are plentiful and that the magic that's literally around in the house seems to keep people in high spirits. Some people are also complimenting the now well-dressed Amelia how charming and post-modern the wind chimes decorating her ceiling were. Funny how they aren't making any sounds despite the crowd.

As for the witch, she's walking around and doing her best to be pleasant despite her dislike of huge crowds and keeping an eye on the hallway. People could get lost in there unfortunately.

This is going to be a long Friday.]

Comments

[recluserose]

[For a moment she doesn't say anything, but then she puts her hands on her hips]

I'll accept your compliment, but there's no reason to start a silly spat over that.

You're both my friends even if it's in different ways.

[allfatherissues]

Oh? [This sparks a flicker of beguilement out of him] And in what ways is he your friend? And most importantly, in what ways am I?

[recluserose]

[... Why are you trying to make this hard Loki, it is befuddling her]

The only reason I could know Thor is through you. And you both helped me when I had to deal with all those golems.

As for you...

[But in what ways are they her friends as;dlfkjds this feels like a loaded question]

[allfatherissues]

[Don't think he'll let that statement trail off like that, when it has such an interesting beginning!]

As for me...?

[recluserose]

... Well, you're a friend because... [Man when did she start considering him that? Just happens I guess]

... There are some things I've told you that I don't normally tell anyone else. But then again that alone wouldn't make you a friend and...

To be honest, I consider you a friend, but I don't know what you think of me.

[allfatherissues]

That is something of a vague response, wouldn't you say?

[At the implied question, he pauses.]

There are not many that I take a decided interest in. You should feel flattered, even if you do not.

[recluserose]

I don't know whether to feel flattered or not.

[allfatherissues]

[Just have this smile - though what it lacks in graciousness, it makes up for in charm.] Have you any idea how many have wished for the attention of a Prince of Asgard? And how many of those wishes were deflected?

You are an odd one, Amelia. My interest in you runs further than a mere shared love of magic, for differing reasons.

[recluserose]

[Oh. Well. Um. When Loki puts it that way, there seems to be another weight to the original question and uh.]

... Then... I suppose... I'm flattered either way.

[allfatherissues]

[He will not expand upon this interest further, nor will he dwell on the subject-]

That is reassuring to hear.

[-so he just extends a hand to her, offering to escort her through the crowds. Is that a dying gesture here on Midgard? It still thrives where he's from.]

Shall we find you something to drink? As I said earlier, you do not seem to be enjoying yourself as much as you should.

[recluserose]

[There's a pause, but she does accept the offered hand]

I'll drink, but nothing alcoholic. I can't afford it when I have a house full of guests to maintain.

[allfatherissues]

[He takes her hand, then, and begins to guide her through the crowd. Tony has apparently made sure that drinks are being served in just about every corner of the room, so it's not difficult to find her one, even of the non-alcoholic variety.]

You make it sound like a chore.

[Loki manages to snag a drink of the non-alcoholic kind from someone walking by with a tray of them, and offers it to Amelia. don't worry it's just the punch that's spiked.]

[recluserose]

It kind of IS.

[WHAT Accepting the drink and taking a small sip of it]

Mm. Less sweet than I thought, but I suppose that's a good thing.

[allfatherissues]

[What?

He looks about for a place where they can avoid such a massive crowd of people.]

Not much for large social gatherings then?

[recluserose]

[There's a balcony she made! So she's walking out there to take in the breeze again]

I didn't have a good impression of them when I was younger.

[allfatherissues]

[Loki grew up with them. His presence was required at many large events, being the royalty that he was. They were second nature to him, and thus the large crowds bothered him very little, despite his less than social nature in comparison to many of the other gods.

He follows her out, though, and can appreciate the breeze]

Why is that?

[recluserose]

[She takes another sip of her drink... Tasty... While looking up at the night sky]

For us witches and wizards, there are large gatherings where the teachers introduce their apprentices to one another. It's how one gets connections, catch up on the times, and other such useful information.

I went to my first gathering when I was ten with my mentor. At that time, I had no idea there was such thing as being 'born' with magic seeing how I was 'made' instead.

[allfatherissues]

[Loki is clever enough to put two and two together, thus his next comment is not a question but rather a statement.] And they did not appreciate this notion of being 'made'.

[recluserose]

[She nods] Mm.

The world of magic tolerates humans- because we are technically 'mortal' with several stark differences. But humans are still outside of the sphere.

I'm an unintentional intruder within that sphere.

[allfatherissues]

I've seen your magic, however. [Loki leans against the railing of the balcony. He makes a point not to cast his gaze up at the stars.]

You are powerful. If you were born on Asgard, you would have been respected, and your outlook on parties would be very different than they are now.

1/2

[recluserose]

[Her back is turned to him, but her shoulders raise up into a shrug]

'If...' It's such a heavy word.

I don't think I would have had such an aversion towards parties had I not realized during that first gathering that I was all alone at ten years old in the world. A witch, but still seen as a human. A human who had paid the price for her power by leaving behind things that took her years to realize were precious in their own right.

And I had no one to blame for my loneliness except for myself.

[recluserose]

[She turns around swirling her drink around in her glass]

But I suppose if all that hadn't happened I wouldn't be here talking with a Norse god. You and Thor would have stayed in the pages of stories I've read... So, in a way no matter what had happened maybe it's not all for nothing.

[allfatherissues]

[There is something in what Amelia says that gives him pause; something that he cannot directly respond to, because for whatever reason it is difficult for him.

When he does speak, he just shifts his weight to where he faces her instead of the night-time view.]

You were young. Everyone is naive when they are children - even the gods.

[a teasing (yet strangely ironic) grin, faint in the dim lighting]

I am glad that I rank higher than 'nothing', at least. You do not know what that does for my self-worth.

[recluserose]

[There's her own smile and it's quite visible.]

That's good to hear. And I'll have to keep thanking you for even the littlest things then won't I?

[allfatherissues]

Hm. [He's sounding amused again as he straightens from his spot.] Well, I would not advise you against it.