it's a mingle, a paisley mingle

[timelapsed]

Who: Paisley crew and/or visitors and/or Chloe
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The Paisley
When: Anytime in March p much

[ Welcome to the Paisley, where the drama's made up and the points don't matter ]

Comments

[reek]

[ Theon grits his teeth so hard that they could crack given much more pressure. His smile has fled, and his laughter along with it, leaving nothing but a grimace of pain.

He is not a wise man, as his choice to keep talking makes perfectly clear, but he is wise enough to know when not to move, lest he wind up looking more like his uncle than he ever cared to. ]

Fine.

[ He snaps, but stares at the knife and continues to keep very still. It isn't surrender. He just has to keep telling himself that. I may lose an eye, but this is not surrender. ]

Do what you intend to do and go spend your time in a more constructive manner.

THEON STAHP

[complicatedliar]

[He says these things like he wants to believe he has some choice. That's really all it is, the sad attempt to ape control of a life that has no control.

Chuckling to himself, Loki dry shaves that left eyebrow off. Enjoy the razor burn, kid.

Into Theon's ear:] Howl, little pup. Only one who has never known a moment of control over his own pathetic life would think a big noise is what keeps the chilling darkness at bay.

[And the breath he exhales over Theon's ear is absolutely frigid for a moment, like the north wind. He kisses Theon on the cheek, and his lips burn with frost.] Sleep well, in the uncaring dark.

[And then he vanishes, leaving Theon to drop to the floor, minus an eyebrow.]