((in character or ooc pff))
i sincerely apologize to the people i abandoned without a word
after being gone for so long i was simply too ashamed to show my face
please forgive me :c
i’ve been gone for months, MONTHS
an unforgiveable amount of time
so why the heckie do i still have 99 followers
isn’t my follower count supposed to be 0
i fully intended to abandon this rp blog forever but due to nagging and convincing here i am
so yep i am uh…deleting everything from this blog
to start anew
frankly i don’t know why you guys are still here but???
you probably all forgot that you’re still following me
but yes here i am
The trickster chuckled at the other’s revulsion.
“Aye. Hard to imagine, but entirely possible, yes?” he said, a mischievous grin adorning his cold lips. “For who could ever tell with a being such as I?”
Feigned surprise glittered in the god’s eyes. “Not mine? Why, Michael!” He smiled, honey sweet, his voice playful, “Can you not see? You are mine. Your very being is tied to the strings on my fingers.” The trickster dared to step closer, adrenaline pumping through his veins, Loki’s lips barely brushing against the shell of the angel’s ear.
“If you really wanted to kill me, you’d have done it by now.”
“I think the most unpredictable thing you could do was become predictable, Loki,” he replied, unable to hide the fact that he snarled the other’s name. The other was something that (although utterly horrid, and Michael knew he should simply kill the other) was constant throughout his inner turmoil.
He hated to acknowledge that fact. It’d remain a secret taken throughout is existence until his final death. He would have to have it pried out from his dying breaths, have to have all he cared about threatened before it would spill from his lips.
He quickly stumbled back a few steps, blade slipping into existence and appearing in his hands. Yet, he did not strike; he stayed where he was and waited for the other to react to this new threat.
His lips turned up into an amused smile as the angel stumbled away fro him. Th trickster glanced over the blade. His gait did not tense, remaining nonchalant. Loki’s eyes returned to the angel’s own, his body coiled like a spring, taut and rigid.
"Come now, Michael. Empty threats will do you nothing. "
This action only caused him to be more sure of his statement. “I am right, am I not?” Loki held out his arms in an open gesture. “If you wished to strike me, you would have done it the moment you held your blade.”
"So, Michael, what do you really want?” the god asked. “But, then again, I have a feeling you do not even know that yourself,” he chuckled.