[ There's that strange melancholy to Chris again, the deep rivulet of it that runs unnoticed so often and rarely surfaces. While Loki adores being adored, he finds it odd Chris's other family isn't enough to be a worthy distraction.
Playing with Chris's hair, he leans up to kiss him chastely, soft and sweet. ]
You can pray to me and I'll hear it, you know. Anytime.
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[ There's that strange melancholy to Chris again, the deep rivulet of it that runs unnoticed so often and rarely surfaces. While Loki adores being adored, he finds it odd Chris's other family isn't enough to be a worthy distraction.
Playing with Chris's hair, he leans up to kiss him chastely, soft and sweet. ]
You can pray to me and I'll hear it, you know. Anytime.