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wolfish-trickster · 3 years

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Lost traveler

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Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1590

Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld

Summary: A mysterious traveler visits Asgard and thanks to an accident has to stay for longer than she expected. Bonds are created but also shattered along the way.

A/N: reader has elemental powers, something like avatar the last airbender.

Being a traveler had its pros and cons. Pros: you learn a lot about different realms and make a lot of friends along the way. Cons: you don't have a home, all the friends you make you either never see again or they don't remember you when you visit their planet, and you are alone. 100% of your time. None of the people or creatures you meet want to travel with you. You don't make a big deal out of it, you never did. You liked your privacy and alone time. Even if it hurts you sometimes.

You had your amulet though. A black stone in golden bracelet. Thanks to it you can create portals to travel. Sometimes it felt like the bracelet was pulsing with its own life. It was like a dear companion to you. You haven't taken it off in years, it became part of you. Sometimes it warmed your skin when you went to open a portal. That's how it was usually telling you where the best worlds to visit are. You were always excited when you felt the warmth under your bracelet. It meant it wanted to show you a beautiful part of galaxy you haven't been to yet.

Like now. You were making your way through foggy swamp, looking for a rare plant to study. As you jumped over fallen tree you felt your amulet warming your forearm.

"In a minute buddy, I really need this flower," you said a little too fast. You really needed that plant, but exploring a new world after weeks spent here was just too tempting.

However the stone was stubborn. The warmth escalated into burning. "Argh! Alright, I get it! I'm going, see?" your hand started to draw circles and symbols on the ground in front of you. Your other hand pulled the darkness from your stone, making it light yellow temporarily. The darkness with blue highlits seeped into the ground and teared the air before you, creating a small crevice.

Like an opened window it showed forrest. Nothing too unusual. Some oak trees, grass, wild flower here and there. 'What are you up to my friend?' you thought to yourself as you walked through the crevice. It immediately closed after ypu passed, leaving you alone in a new world.

First rule when you come into new place: find water. Fairly easy. Sound of water was near, a creek maybe? After you filled your bottle you started walking north, looking for any hills or mountains to climb onto and get better view of this realm.

Suddenly a storm like sound broke through the peaceful silence. You looked towards the sky to find clear blue. No dark grey clouds. So why was it roaring as if a thunder was starting? And there was the sound again, from the same spot as before.

You pulled your black leather hood over your head and slowly started to approach the thundering place.

"Thor! Can you stop doing that for at least 5 minutes?!" a voice came from your right.

"And why should I?" came a strong voice from in front of you.

"Because I'm trying to think, which is thanks to you nearly impossible!"

"Unlike you, dear brother, I have mighty powers that need to be controlled. How better than testing how far I can go?"

"That doesn't even make sense."

So brothers. And one of them is lightning thrower. Maybe the one named Thor.

"I don't have enough nerves for this," the Not Thor started to walk further right, away from lightning thrower.

It seemed wiser to aproach the calmer one. You already had the honor to meet a lightning thrower before, never again. Even though this other man could be even more dangerous than his brother. Decisions decisions. One could get you killed, the other even worse.

Eventually your legs started to take you to your right, after the calm one.

The man sat himself on a rock in front of a clear lake. He had black hairygreen and black clothes which looked to be made of leather with golden plates on forearms. He had his back turned to you, approaching him from behind would be stupid. You slowly walked around him, keeping yourself in trees' shadow.

You purposfully stepped on a dry branch to attract his attention. And fair enough, his head shot to you, dagger in hand, danger in eyes. You held your hands up to show you weren't armed and stepped into the light. "Hello," you greeted.

"Who are you?" he asked rather harshly. You're used to people being affraid of you, the cloak made you look scary, especially with a hood on.

"I'm a traveler," you answered simply.

He eyed you suspiciously, hand holding a dagger was slowly lowering. "And what's your name little traveler?"

Just as you wanted to answer a jolt of pain striked you into your shoulder, electricity engulfed you and the last thing you saw was the mysterious man in green and black leather rushing to catch your falling body.

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Mornings in Asgard are usually quiet and calm. This one however was far from it. Loki's older brother Thor finally got into age when he can produce and control lightnings. Well, he tries to. That's what woke young sorcerer. Thor breaking a pillar near his window on accident.

"Love, would you be so kind and take your brother far from anything he can destroy? You're skilled with your gifts, I'm more than sure you will teach him how to control his own," the queen of Asgard asked the still half asleep trickster at breakfast table to which he nodded without even thinking.

And that's how he got stuck with him for the whole day. Alone. They already walked through forrest near Glittertind mountain and currently were trying to find the perfect place for Thor to train.

They were getting deeper into The Great Oak Woods when Thor thought it would be great fun to destroy a tree or two.

Loki was looking at map of Asgard in his head, trying to look for the nearest quarry. The mental gymnastics he had to do to concentrate in such noise was olympic worthy.

"Thor!" his brother turned to him. "Can you stop doing that for at least 5 minutes?!"

Thor's fingers begin to sparkle, teasing Loki. "And why should I?"

Loki pinged the bridge of his nose. "Because I'm trying to think, which is thanks to you nearly impossible!"

"Unlike you, dear brother, I have mighty powers that need to be controlled. How better than testing how far I can go?" he smirked confidently, sparks were now flying uncontrollably from his hands.

"That doesn't even make sense," Loki shook his head and begun walking away from him. "I don't have enough nerves for this."

He found himself a nice rock near his favourite lake. Birds around were chirping in their nests, sparkly fish with colourful fins were chasing each other in the crystal clear lake. Loki could finally relax.

Until he heard a wooden crack coming from his side.

On an instinct he drew daggers and turned towards a danger. Which turned out to be a girl. Bout in Loki's age. Knee high black boots covered by drying mud, dark green trousers and brown leather jacket hidden under black cloak which covered her hair as well. Sparkly curious eyes bore into his as she held up her hands in surrender.

He was more than sure he has never seen her before. She's a stranger.

"Hello," her melodic voice greeted.

"Who are you?" that wasn't probably the nicest thing to say to a newbie but Loki was trained to never trust a stranger.

"I'm a traveler," he expected a name, this answer sparked curiosity inside of him. She sparked a curiosity inside of him.

"And what's your name little traveler?" he started to lower his daggers, she didn't seem like a threat.

She opened her mouth but her face got twisted by pain as lightning struck her side. He quickly rushed, catching her before her head could collide with a rock.

"There, who needs training? One clear shot at first try!" a familiar booming voice came from Loki's left.

"You oaf, you nearly killed her!" Loki yelled at him.

"Her? I simply struck a moose."

Loki gathered her body into his arms and showed her face to his brother. "Does this look like a moose?"

Thor looked down at her, visibly paling. His hand started scratching the back of his head nervously. "Damn. Who is she? Did you know her?"

Loki shook his head and started to walk towards palace. "She said she's a traveler. Look at her clothes. No one on Asgard wears such fashion. Not to say a girl from Asgard would ever wear this," he gestured to her cloak which looked like a snake skin rather than an ordinary leather.

"Where are you taking her?" Thor trailed behind him.

"To fields, she'll make an excelent scarecrow," sarcasm was dripping from every word he said.

The older prince chuckled. "You and your jokes... What will we do with her when healers take care of her?"

"We? I'm not going to do anything with her, but YOU are going to apologize."

None of the princes noticed the white cracks looking like lightning bolts on the traveler's amulet.

#loki #loki odinson #loki x reader #thor odinson #young loki #young thor

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vendettaviraa · 4 years

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♉️(1/2) Hello Honey!🌸✨ I was wondering if I could get a part 4 or 5 jjba matchup please? I'm a straight female, standing at 5’4, ENFP, ♉️, and I wear glasses. I have fair skin and long brown, curly hair. I radiate big musical theatre kid energy. Because of that, I’m incredibly outgoing, being able to make friends really easily, and am usually loud. I also radiate massive mom energy (I’m kind-hearted, patient, and I’m really good with children)

♉️(2/2)Though I'm usually all sunshine, rainbows, and smiles, I also enjoy things like true crime. I enjoy artsy things like drawing, singing, dancing, etc... and am a hopeless romantic who gets attached to people very easily. I’m also a self-titled critic of things ranging from video games to movies (though I love both). I tend to go on long rants on those pre-mentioned things. I dress solely for comfort. Thank you so much and I hope you have a great day!

♉️(3/2) Sorry!! I meant to type "part 4 and part 5 matchup" If you only want to do one, then that's totally ok!! I love your writing and I hope you keep up the amazing work! :)

𝕁𝕁𝔹𝔸 ℙ𝟜 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕡: ℝ𝕠𝕙𝕒𝕟

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝓉: You and Rohan hung out in a similar friend group, so it wasn’t uncommon that the two of you would meet here and there. Although, that didn’t mean you knew him personally. More like his name and face, thanks to Koichi. Koichi invited you to tag along to Rohan’s house for a bit, and having nothing better to do, you accepted. However, you were starting to regret it as you felt emerald eyes watching your every move. “Koichi, can you grab some supplies for me from my office?” He asked casually, Koichi agreed, and left the room. You shifted every now and then, his eyes still on you. “Do you want to hang out sometime?” You looked up at him. His expression wasn’t his usual hard stare, it was softer. It broke off the defenses you didn’t know you were building up. “You mean... just us or?” He nodded. “Um, yeah sure.” You beamed at him, at least now you would get to know him a lot better. “Rohan, you didn’t have any of those supplies you asked.” Rohan groaned, “I guess I’ll go shopping for them soon.” He sent you a glance.

𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒: A few weeks have passed by since you last spoke to Rohan. You were currently on your way home since you stopped at the mart to buy a few snacks in case any of your friends decided to pop in for no apparent reason. You didn’t hate them for it, you were just extremely used to it by now. “Hey!” Stopping in your tracks, you turned around. Rohan was by your side, “Why haven’t you been answering my messages?” Your brain flatlined for a second. “You’ve been messaging me?’ He pulled out his phone, typing up your contact, and showing you the messages. They were throughout the weeks you haven’t heard from him. “Oh, I’m sorry, you have the wrong number down.” The two of you walked to his house without you even noticing. “Then, we should hang out now,” He stretched his hand out to you, leading you up the stairs and into his office. “I hope you don’t mind, but I used you as my muse.” He uncovered a large canvas, and you gazed in awe at the large portrait of you. “It’s beautiful.” “I know you are.” The two of you spent the rest of the day doodling away on the couch while leaning on each other.

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒/𝒶𝒹𝓂𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊: To him, you’re the personification of happiness and joy. He loves the little hangout sessions where it’s just the two of you huddled together on the couch, doodling away. He won’t admit it to anyone else, but every drawing that you give him, he keeps with him hung in his office. He loves listening along to your rants, using them as information for his manga.

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓃𝑜𝓌: Since you started dating, you two would almost always be together late at night, watching true crime, painting, or just chatting back and forth. He always spoils you with the newest and latest art supplies (you always thank him and tell him you want to pay him back but he’s like just being with me is enough). Whenever you two hang out with the rest of the group, he always admires your concern for your friends as they deemed you the ‘mom’ of the group. Someway somehow, they ended up making Rohan the ‘dad’ of the group as well, but he can’t say he hates it. Even if he has a dislike towards Josuke at times! He loves doing little things for you, getting you gifts here and there, or just showing up to your door with your favorite bouquet of flowers.

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒫𝟦 𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹: You would be best friends with Reimi!

𝕁𝕁𝔹𝔸 ℙ𝟝 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕡: 𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕠

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝓉: You first ran into Giorno while you were studying abroad in Italy. He offered you a ride to which you graciously accepted, not knowing the place at all. He dropped you off in the center of town, hoping to take your luggage and sell them along, or at least your purse. However, his hands remained glued to the steering wheel as he wished you a good day. He later then went to his gang and explained the situation. “You like her!” Mista gawked at him, squealing along with Trish. “No, don’t.” He shrugged them off. Although, it dawned on him that he left you on the territory of his opposing gang. “I’ll be back.” His absence made them glance at each other and shrugged. He found you where he had left you, speaking to the locals in fluent Italian. “Excuse me,” You turned to face him. ‘My cab driver came back for me?’ “You forgot something.” Your eyes widen as you checked all your bags. “I’m so sorry, what was it?” He handed you a bundle of purple and orange roses. “Are you free this Friday?”

𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒: He took you to an art museum on your first date together. He held out a single orange rose for you. “Thank you,” You smiled warmly at him. The entirety of the date was spent by you pulling on his hand around the building, pointing at the paintings, and admiring them. Towards, he took you to a small cafe and let you order whatever you wanted. “So you’re a cab driver?’ He tugged at his collar, “Well in my free time I am.” He replied, not wanting to alarm you with his real occupation. He asked what you were doing in Italy, and you told him how you were studying abroad for the time being. “Would you like to do this again sometime?” You nodded, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before going inside your temporary apartment.

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒/𝒶𝒹𝓂𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊: He admires how outgoing and compassionate you are. He loves hearing you sing in his free time, and dancing with you. (Although he’s a bit stiff when it comes to dancing) You still think it’s cute that he tries to learn with you. He also loves hearing your opinion on things, so he purposely sets up movie dates or sends you music to listen to.

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓃𝑜𝓌: When your short trip to Italy was finished, the two of you kept in contact via texting/calling. You told him how you missed Italy and him, so of course, being the boss of the mafia, he bought you plane tickets and arrangements to come to Italy and live with him. Knowing how pricey that would be, you kept telling him that you’ll make it up to him. But you didn’t refuse his offer. He loves surprising you with small gifts as well as giving you roses just like the day the two of you met. “What’s your real job? I didn’t know being a cab driver paid this much?” Eventually, he came forward and told you that he was the mafia boss. Regardless of his occupation, you accepted him for who he was. In time, you also met the rest of the gang, and you got along with them famously. He loves setting up dinner dates for the two of you, or just a casual day for you two to relax.

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒫𝟧 𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹: You would be best friends with Trish!

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loladelores · 3 years

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Pintando mi corazon with @MindYourPanties

Boston:

-Adjusting my lens, I finally bring the camera up to snap a few pictures of @LaLolaDelores before we begin.- You about ready, Skirt? -I had been promising this night out for months and with a little niece, or nephew, on the way, the news that I would have to leave soon didn't come without its challenges. The problem was that Chile was not my home and it had been yours. I knew when I had arrived all those months ago it was suppose to be temporary. A mission to bring an old family friend home quickly turned when the trip led me to you. I sought out to see if the tales were true and what I hadn't planned on was the instant connection that came to pass between us. My desire to seek out the truth left me with a flame that burned brighter than a flicker the more I was around you too. So when Memphis called to let me know they were expecting, and asked when they could be expecting me, the pang I felt in my gut wasn't indigestion. I was going to have to leave and I wasn't sure if you would come with me or not.- Do you remember all the places you wanted to hit first? -I had the camera sure but that wasn't the only thing I was bringing. The bag was sitting right by the door and as I lowered the camera with a crooked grin, I walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your neck, waiting to see if you were still game or not.- We don't have to do this, Skirt.

Lola:

::I wasn’t used to the kind of attention you gave me. Usually any attention I got was negative. Even before. It was that reason that I was sure those pictures you just snapped of me were going to be full of shy smiles and a side of me that nobody in town had seen since I was a young girl.

There was something off about you since the last call with your brother. And I had a feeling I knew what it was. The idea of you leaving me speared right through my gut and made my limbs feel weak. But I tried my best to push those ugly thoughts away every time they cropped back up. And that kiss you just placed to my neck helped me to do that even better as I suddenly was second guessing our plans to paint the town. Not because I was afraid. I cared not what anyone thought or did. I could handle myself. But now, my mind was my mind was drifting to more private time with you.

I was just about to drag you toward the bedroom when you said the magic words. “We don’t have to do this, skirt.” I’m sure you didn’t mean them as a challenge. But my pride took them as just that. With a smirk, I locked my gaze with yours as I spoke:: I have been ready for this for longer than you know.

Boston:

Yeah? -That grin grew wider when you started to pull me to the room. Knowing exactly where your mind was headed, our bodies didn't put up much of a fight to catch up.- Only if you're sure, Skirt. -We both knew you were by that glint in your eye, the sheer determination to get at least one up was making the wheels turn upstairs and I chuckled low, raising my hand so I could caress your cheek.- I'll carry the bag if you lead the way. I'll be on lookout duty too. -I was sweetening the deal the closer we got to the front door, and as I paused to pick up the bag, I could sense something was amiss but I didn't press, not until we were outside under the moonlight with your apartment locked up. The pavement wet under our feet from the light rain we had gotten midday.- Do you trust me, Lola? That I would never hurt you?

Lola:

::I knew exactly where we were going first. And I was already envisioning what I was going to paint there. I had spent many days just aimlessly wandering the streets which meant I knew all the best spots. As the lock clicked into place, I turned toward the street, inhaling the sweet smell that always came after the rains. Just about to step off the bottom step, your words hit me, causing my brow to furrow as I looked over at you:: Si. ::turning completely toward you now, I nodded seriously:: You are the only one who cared if I did or didn’t. ::laughs:: I figure you’d be loco to spend so much energy trying to make sure I did only to betray that trust. ::jerks a thumb in the direction of the cemetery with a playful smirk:: Muy loco if you believe what everyone else says happens when you do…

Boston:

Not for second. I might be crazy for you, but I'm not loco loco. -I laughed, pulling the duffle bag up higher on my shoulder before I reached out for you with my other hand. Letting you pull me along as the excitement brewed and bubbled up around you, the night air seemed to change and with it, my need to see you in action began growing. Greed licked at my skin the same way a flame flickered its light.

And suddenly, I raised that camera to snap one more picture of you before we reached our first destination of the night, wanting nothing more than to capture this freeing moment with you. That look on your face saying it all and I only lower my camera to offer you a slight smirk again- What color do you normally start with first? Black? -I start out with the small questions, learning everything I could about your craft.

Lola:

::Your answer was wise. With a smile, I reached out and tapped the tip of your nose:: I am loca though. So you’re a little crazy to take your chances around me. ::shooting you a wink, and taking your hand, I pulled you toward the first destination. Each step causing my excitement to grow as the adrenaline buzzed through my system:: Depende… ::glances over at you:: This first one will start with black. ::comes to a stop next to the blank wall that was the side of Joaquin’s favorite hang out, studying my canvas:: I start with the color that is the most prominent for my vision. ::doesn’t even bother to remove the bag from your shoulder as I unzip it and begin digging for what I want first::

Boston:

I happen to think the odds are forever in my favor. -It was a trip seeing you like this. In your element and all ready to go without another word to say when you unzipped the bag, pulling out a couple of cans first thing. Chuckling, I watched you step forward and turn on your heel, your smile growing wider with each step you took up to your blank canvas as it were.- And of the two which is the most prominent color for your vision now? The first one you see tonight?

Lola:

::my mind was already running wild. I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t my canvases at home. I didn’t have all the time in the world to put everything I wanted on to that wall. But I knew I wanted a lot and that’s when I looked down at the two cans I had grabbed. Squatting down, I set down the red. The compromise would be to make this one only one color so I could do more:: Black. This needs black. ::nods once before standing up and stepping closer to the wall. With a shake of the can, I roughly began drawing the outline of a woman::

Boston:

-What might have been eerie silence to some was music to our ears as I watched in awe of you. The more you worked your magic, the more fascinated I became and as the woman you were drawing started to come to life, taking shape before my very eyes, I could start to see the damage that was done. You left no stone unturned when it came to your artwork. And as I saw first hand how lost you got into it, I knew right then and there, that I couldn't leave you. Not here or like this.- Lola.. -The words came tumbling out but only after you had stepped back, nearly completely finished.- Come to America with me. Come to Florida.

Lola:

::As soon as I started, there was no stopping me. It was good that you had offered to be my lookout. Because I wasn’t sure I would know someone was coming until it was too late. Even still, I wasn’t sure I would hear you telling me someone was coming either. Chances are, you would probably have to grab me and force me away. Smirking to myself at my lack of self control as I drew the butcher knife to her side. I couldn’t say I missed it. Further proof what I told you before was true. Loca. Snapped. Broken. But this was my calm. Peace. Therapy.

It was only fitting that I showed my conflict in my art. Horns protruded from her hair as the demonio in the corner accused her. But tears would drip from her eyes as a halo hovered above her head. It was up to the onlooker to decide. Was she evil and pretending to be good? Or was she good and accused of evil. For my final touch, I showed her chest torn open, heart exposed, and on fire. Tilting my head, I contemplated what else it needed before calling it done. Stepping back a little, I took the entire scene in.

Until your voice finally broke through my concentration. “Lola.” I glanced over my shoulder, expecting to see someone coming, and when I didn’t I turned to you. “Come to America with me. Come to Florida.” I knew the words. But they didn’t make sense. So I stood, bewildered and staring at you. Surely you didn’t mean permanently, right? Nobody wanted the task of La Lola permanently:: Visitar?

Boston:

No. -The word was final. Even as I looked upon the work of art you had just done, my decision to bring you with me didn't waver when I saw the details clearly painted on the wall. While some things were left for interpretation, your mind pulled things out with your emotions scattering like a bag of marbles being dumped across a sidewalk, and it didn't leave those scars you painted faintly either. If anything, they stuck out more in your work.- Por vida..

-You left your vulnerability bloody and ripped open like her chest, the look of confusion was first when I asked but when I said those last two words, the questioning brow you had raised, made me shake my head. I would not let you doubt this. Or us.-

For life.

-I said the words with such conviction, and in English too as I stepped in closer to you, pulling my line of sight from the picture you had painted to your gaze and I took the paint can out of your hand.- He only has power over you if let him have it.

-It wasn't that I didn't believe, it was that I refused to share you any longer with him. Tonight was not only about us, but it was about letting him go too.- You have a decision to make, Skirt. I've made mine. -My voice was softer then, that caress to your cheek wasn't lacking in my affections for you and I gave you a soft kiss to your lips before I brought the camera up to snap a picture, wanting to capture the moment either way you decided to go.-

Lola:

::Your resolve was firm. But the tenderness in your tone let me know that you would never force me. No matter how much you wanted me to answer a certain way. An unfamiliar feeling was bubbling up inside of me. Something I hadn’t dared to feel since before Joaquin. And it almost made me laugh when you repeated the words in English. It was then that I realized I was still staring at you wordlessly even when you spoke in my native tongue. The mention of “him” had my eyes flicking in the direction I knew would take me to the cemetery, but that was quickly forgotten when your lips brushed over mine. Blinking against the flash of your camera, I looked over at the picture I had just painted again, my voice soft:: I would not be missed.

Boston:

Wrong. You will be missed by me. Always. -Grasping your chin when you went to look again in his direction, my grip turned your face back to mine, my lips lingering against yours once more. If I had to keep you captive with my mouth until you understood what you meant to me I would.- Do I need to take you against the wall of your very own art? Make you scream my name loud enough for him to hear? -I was serious and when you gasped like he would appear right then and there, I didn't stop in my assessment of our situation. As I released your chin, my arm circled around you and I started to lead you there, right up to the wall when you stopped me suddenly, shaking your head.- I want you for life and I want to build that life somewhere that doesn't hurt you any longer.

-Taking one last look at the painting, I lead you away to our next destination, wanting more distance between him and us until you decided to face that head on.- Will you paint me another one then? -If it was going to be our last night together, I wanted you to remember it well. I didn't want anything left off the table.-

Lola:

::You knew me so well already. The second that you suggested it, fear crept up at the idea of him appearing in some form. I worried not for myself. But for you. The girl who had nothing to lose, suddenly had something she wanted to protect. And that caused my blood to run cold for a second. I was glad now you wouldn’t be here when the town figured out I had a weakness. I couldn’t bear you being used as a weapon.

Then you backed me toward the wall, and it was a battle between my body and my mind. My body wanted nothing more than to allow you to do just that. But my mind was terrified of the idea of one of his more deadly forms catching you from behind. Luckily, once again, you respected my decision and stopped as I blew out a slow breath while I nodded:: Si. I will paint you a million pictures. ::glancing one last time behind you to be sure that there were no dark figures of any form creeping, I reached for your hand. I knew what I would make next. And where I wanted it. My original plans to paint something on the cemetery scrapped as I contemplated accepting your offer. Keeping my eyes cast down as we walked, and giving your hand a squeeze:: What if the evil eye takes you from me too?

Boston:

You've promised me a million pictures first, no?

-A smug grin tugged at my lips then and I gave your hand a squeeze in return, knowing no matter what I said you were still going to worry about it too.-

Nobody is going to take me from you, Skirt. Not like that. There was no point in hiding it and so I didn't when you pulled me down along the sidewalk. Offering the reassurance should have done the trick but I took it a step further when you paused at a back alley, turning and venturing with you when you pipe up, letting me know we were taking a shortcut.- Everyone else has gotten you to this juncture, Lola. They have held you to these expectations and I never will.

-It was my turn, and I paused our walk with a soft pull of your hand, causing you to lift your gaze that you had purposely kept from me.- This is all you know.. Let me show you something different.

-With that said, I let you continue to pull me along, letting the words sink in for a moment before we reached the next stop in our adventures for the night.-

Lola:

::I think I already knew my answer in my heart. I knew it the second you suggested it. But I was conditioned not to believe good things could truly happen to me. So I was always looking for the strings that were attached. Once again, I fell silent as I rolled the idea around in my mind. The thought of leaving all this behind, going somewhere that nobody knew me, starting fresh, being with you forever… I looked over at you with a genuine smile at that last one. It all sounded so good. And funnily enough, I didn’t care if Joaquin approved. That in itself was freeing:: I will kill the evil eye too. ::nods seriously even though it sounded crazy, glancing your way and letting out a laugh. I wasn’t sure if your expression was because of my random statement. Or because you were starting to recognize that I was leading us back to my apartment building:: There’s a good wall here.

Boston:

I believe you. On both accounts.

-Giving you a wink, I meant it and I knew you did too. Seeing that we were heading back towards the apartment building, I trusted that you knew your way around. That where you were leading us would bear fruit when we arrived at the wall you spoke of. There had been a slight hesitation in your plans for the night and I knew at some point you were going to want to visit the cemetery, or at least I thought you had but when we went in the opposite direction, the detour you now provided, I didn't push for you to talk any further about it. Other than to say one more thing as I sat the bag of paint cans down before you.- Do you give each piece a name? What will this one be called?

Lola:

::lifts a curious brow before bending down to dig through the bag for the first color, glancing up at your question:: I don’t always no… ::refocuses on the bag, digging out two different shades of blue and looking between them before dropping the darker of the two right back into the bag:: This one will be called Reflexion. ::nods once before turning to begin painting a large blue rectangle::

Boston:

-It appeared the ones you named, meant the most. At least that was what I thought as you began working the cans. Paint danced along the canvas made of stone, concrete walls that were once grey were now blue as the skies. And one by one, I watched in complete awe at how well you brought this second painting to life. Yellow, red and green, those colors began to take shape and as I watched the paint mimic your fluid-like movements, the dance your body provided me was a show all its own.

You were completely lost in your element. That was until you dropped the paint cans to reach for another black and one more of the white. My gaze still forever glued to your work and you, the irony of the paint colors, those final touches, weren't lost on me either.- Reflexion. Tell me what happened here, Skirt. That curiosity to know reared its ugly head and I wanted nothing more than to drag you away, seeing those tears drying on the wall now when you complete your piece.-

Lola

::steps back and examines the finished piece. Giving a nod of approval. The proud smile on my face in direct contradiction to the feel of the painting I just completed:: She is alone in a colorful world. Her only friend the gato she brings comfort even as tears stain her cheeks. ::flicks my eyes up to the halo before bringing it back to her face:: Perhaps a little dog and a loco man will join her someday as well.

Boston:

Tears of joy then? -Taking it all in, I step up right beside you, bringing my camera up to snap a few pics.- The gato made her happy, no? -Which really meant yes. Wanting to get a wider view, I continued to speak as I walked backwards but not before dropping the bag of paint I had carried by your feet. Once across the street, thunder rolled and lightening, well it crashed. Still, I had to get you in the picture and as I lowered the camera, the light perfect from the silhouette of the moon against those streetlights, I spoke with a hint of playfulness in my tone.- Scoot back, Skirt and smile for me like you were a few moments ago? -I couldn't be sure what made you that happy, if it were necessarily me but the way you talked about the painting, there was a sense of pride you took in it, rightfully so. Not to mention the justice you did for her in your work.- Tell me what made you smile like that? What were you thinking about, hm?

Lola:

::That camera was aimed at me which had me laughing. Your request for me to smile like that again wasn’t hard to fulfill. The pride was coursing through my body at how much you actually cared about my art. I even went as far as posing with my arms spread out above my head to showcase the artwork. For all I knew, they’d have it painted over again in a few days. So I was happy that you were documenting it:: I was thinking about how happy it makes me to paint. And the fact that you aren’t just pretending to care. ::smiles wide again:: That makes me really happy. ::When you began to lower the camera, I ran across the street to you, throwing my arms around your neck and kissing you soundly on the lips::

Boston:

-There you were one minute telling me how you weren't going to fight me on leaving and the next you were taking the street two skips at a time for me to greet you with open arms, catching you not just with my embrace but with my lips too.- You're really going to let me take you away, Skirt? -I wanted to hear you say it and not have some feeling of hesitated truth. I didn't want a nod without the words. I wanted you to own your decision and as I sensed the change in the air, the wind shifting all around us, I didn't ignore the faint signs that were there. In that moment, I simply lowered you to your feet, taking the camera from around my neck to hang the strap around yours.- One more, Skirt. I want us to remember tonight. -Letting you hold the camera up this time, I pressed a kiss to cheek as you snapped the picture, opting for another when my lips brushed the corner of your own.-

Lola:

::The weight of your camera around my neck made my heart swell. Having someone trust me with their cherished possession made me feel special in a new way. There was no way I was going to fight you on that picture:: Don’t blame me if it’s out of focus. ::I snapped the picture mid laugh, just as you kissed my cheek. A true candid of this moment that I didn’t want to end. And when you reached the corner of my mouth, I turned my head, speaking before I met your lips:: Si. I will go. ::Closing the distance between our lips as my my finger clicked the shutter button again. It would be a surprise whether I got us in the frame or just the empty Chilean street beyond us::

Boston:

-Even as the camera took the shots, I was wrapping my arm around your waist tighter, lifting you up off the ground again to carry you back across the street to the painting. I didn't stop seeking you out with my mouth either as my lips stayed right there against yours in a war of the roses so to speak. Tasting your sweetness in that kiss left us both with a longing for more but when your back came to a stop pressed against the very wall you had just painted, the symbolism of it wasn't lost on me. You were pinned there, my right knee acting as the perfect seat for your legs to slide down when you did just that. And I broke the kiss roughly to speak against your ear.- Take the camera and go. Do not fight me on this. -"¡Oye! ¡Qué estas haciendo allá arriba! Quedate ahí mismo!" I saw your eyes go wide and I was quick to move, pushing you away and down the side of the alley. Mouthing the words for you to go before I turned around and picked up the empty can we had left behind.

My dream of coming face to face with what I had hoped was just a concerned citizen was short lived when a member of the Carabineros was directly in my path. Great, just great..- Qué pasa? Habla usted inglés?

Lola:

::Perhaps you would have me against a work of my art after all. My lips moved with yours in the sweetest of tangos, and I was just about to let out a soft whimper to signal you I wanted more until I felt the shift in your demeanor. Your lips moving to my ear. But instead of whispering sweet nothings, your words had me tensing up. My racing mind not comprehending why you were telling me to go until I heard one of them yell out, "¡Oye! ¡Qué estas haciendo allá arriba! Quedate ahí mismo!" My eyes flew open as I quickly scanned the area for a weapon only to be pushed into the alley. My rage spiking now as I prepared to march right back out of that alley. Yet somehow the pleading in your eyes as you mouthed for me to go caused me to hesitate. Before I could argue you had ducked out of view. The last thing I heard was, “ Qué pasa? Habla usted inglés?” Under different circumstances, I might have laughed at the way you were playing tonto gringo. Instead, I did something I hadn’t in many years, and obeyed. Turning on my heel, I quickly ran down the alley toward the front of the apartment building, and threw open the door before taking the steps two at a time, and bursting into my apartment where I collapsed on the floor, panting and holding my head as I attempted to sort through the emotions spiraling through me. Rage. Fear. Wonder. Confusion. Shock. And what couldn’t be mistaken…love. Dropping my hands into my lap, I glanced around the apartment, formulating my plan::

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