And fading like a rose
I dreamed I was at university in Russia, partly involved in a play whose title was The Holly and the Ivy, and the student with the yew tree throwing roots down around the frame of his bed was a pre-Christian Loki. For the first day of class, I was asked to write "a science-fiction essay." I guess it's autumn.
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In your dreams, your fellow students are gods. Which strikes me as a true thing. I can imagine you and Loki sharing the same space, yes.
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So? I would like to read it. Yews grow in churchyards; they are not obliged to be cheerful.
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Sometime after I start it!
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I hope Loki was a good class/dormmate, at least. I'd imagine he'd at least not be bouncing basketballs loudly in the middle of the night, like some people I was forced to share a hall with one year. Was he dating Sigyn at the time?
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Nine
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I don't think he did, actually. He dressed more like the late '30's or the early 1940's—not this retro-geek chic, but genuinely like someone out of a newsreel, only casually and in color. Oddly, I don't believe he was redheaded, as every Loki I have consciously written is. I remember him fairish, but not strikingly so. He could fold up into an incredible apologetic smile that guaranteed absolutely nothing.
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*hugs*
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*hugs*
I miss you. I wish I had the wherewithal to come and sing in your pipes.
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I always love your dreams--a pre-Christian Loki, such fine details :)
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Thank you. I never feel I can take any credit for these things.
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Thank you! See above—it's my brainstem that should get the credit.