[ Active magic, free-flowing and precise for immediate use. That does look handy (haha) in its ability to be wielded in myriad ways. His smile widens at the godsend joke and he wonders how often Stephen employs that sort of small, easy powerbank of power. His fingers move with grace, so Loki supposes daily. ]
Mine? That's easy, but it isn't really magic.
[ Features shift from male to female as Loki assumes her womanly form, makeup shimmering into place on top, smokey eyes and red lips. Her stature doesn't change much aside from how she shifts her weight to account for new curves (a hip finds his more easily) and her hair ripples down until it meets her waist.
Her voice is a margin softer, an octave higher when she answers. ]
[ It's not the first time he's seen this form of hers, though this time it's considerably less dangerous to be so close. It's his turn now to look for those similarities, the differences. Softer in places. No less sharp for it. ]
Sounds like magic to me.
[ Just like breathing. Not always, of course, magic can take extreme tolls. But fact remains that it's one of the things that comes most naturally in the world to the likes of them, losing it a suffocation all its own. ]
Not a lot of good for blending into a crowd.
[ Is that a joke, an observation or a compliment? It might be a compliment. All you have to do is squint. ]
[ He lets the quiet hang for a stretched moment, narrowing his eyes back at her - what? - a slightly miffed lift at the corner of his mouth. Then it drops. Now is as good a time as any to ask what he came here to ask, abrupt as it might seem. ]
How are you? After all that.
[ After hard conversations and being so fervently wished out of existence that an offshoot self tried selling his soul to make it so, just somewhere, just once. ]
[ Her expression melts into something more genuinely thoughtful, glancing away over the rainy park. Easy to know what he's referring to. ]
... I find myself wishing Thor were here, if only to make light of the whole affair and simplify it. Not in a stupid way. He has a manner about him when it comes to odd circumstances, I might feel better if I could hear it described through his words.
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Mine? That's easy, but it isn't really magic.
[ Features shift from male to female as Loki assumes her womanly form, makeup shimmering into place on top, smokey eyes and red lips. Her stature doesn't change much aside from how she shifts her weight to account for new curves (a hip finds his more easily) and her hair ripples down until it meets her waist.
Her voice is a margin softer, an octave higher when she answers. ]
Just like breathing, really.
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Sounds like magic to me.
[ Just like breathing. Not always, of course, magic can take extreme tolls. But fact remains that it's one of the things that comes most naturally in the world to the likes of them, losing it a suffocation all its own. ]
Not a lot of good for blending into a crowd.
[ Is that a joke, an observation or a compliment? It might be a compliment. All you have to do is squint. ]
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You are thinking of illusions, this is not one. This is me.
[ Her arm in his gives a squeeze. ]
If you feel I am tricking you, I can always turn back. [ Her lips curl in a mischievous smile. ] You seem to have no preference, so far.
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[ It's exactly none of his business how she chooses to be. They're just two magical folks hanging out under a tree, watching the rain fall. ]
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[ Narrowing her eyes after a moment!! ]
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How are you? After all that.
[ After hard conversations and being so fervently wished out of existence that an offshoot self tried selling his soul to make it so, just somewhere, just once. ]
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... I find myself wishing Thor were here, if only to make light of the whole affair and simplify it. Not in a stupid way. He has a manner about him when it comes to odd circumstances, I might feel better if I could hear it described through his words.