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[ The video flickers on to Leto sitting on his bed, kicking his legs briefly. He grins when the video starts recording, pushing himself onto his feet. He tilts his head, that odd bird-like movement he often exhibits. ]

I have heard some interesting things of late, so I thought I'd put the question to you all. When you fall in love, can you only love one person? Can you fall in love with multiple people? Is love something you find yourself stopping after just one?

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[There is no mistaking the want of it. Loki wants Leto desperately; he hasn't encountered someone quite like him before. He would possess Leto totally... if he could.

For a moment, he lets himself believe that he will and kisses him with all that want. It's another offer, as keen as the magic before, an admission.]

[ It's like drowning. Leto has never experienced the sensation of drowning. It is an unheard concept in the desert. He used to have dreams of it, when darkness crept into his mind and plagued him with his fears.

This was nothing like that. ]

[He finally stops lingering--stops tormenting himself, really--and draws back enough to rest his head against Leto's.

There's a slight tremor to him: fear, excitement, no small amount of lust. It is a terrible thing, to offer someone else such power. Leto could destroy him with a word.]

[ But he wouldn't. He couldn't. It's not in him to destroy. Instead he simply smiles, threading his fingers in Loki's hair. ]

[He lightly traces that smile with one thumb. It's something of a wonder, when he's caused that expression with a spate of honesty. It bring an answering smile to his lips.]

Doubt not ever again, thou art beautiful.

[ But he doubts that, would always doubt that. It's easy to say now. ]

I'm still in my nascent stage.

Silly boy.

I see the universe inside thee. It is that which I love.

[ He touches the skin next to his neck, listens to it breathe. ]

Physical attraction is always a factor.

[ But his eyes soften at Loki's words. He is not used to being told of his beauty. ]

[Amused:] You do have pretty eyes.

Leto, I grew up among the Aesir. I'm a bit jaded about beauty.

Edited 2016-05-01 02:40 (UTC)

[ He huffs lightly. ]

That is fair.

[He combs his fingers through Leto's hair, a bit meditatively.]

I haven't come to associate great physical beauty with the ability to string words together in an interesting conversation, either.

Many do, regardless. The connections are almost impossible to avoid.

[ While he's never been rejected for his wormskin, he's always consciously aware of how it has seeped into his skin, alien life for an alien boy. ]

[He laughs softly.]

There are not other men like me. [Not necessarily in that particular view, but as a whole.]

Do you hate your skin so desperately?

. . . I do not hate it or the Worm. But I hate what will come out of it.

Yourself, then?

[He kisses Leto's forehead.

His own skin, he would flat from his bones if he thought it would do any good.]

[ He closes his eyes at that. ]

Hate is dangerous. Love is dangerous. I cannot hate or love myself. Either one invites destruction.

Instead, you shall leave your destruction to me.

Lazy boy. Yoo are lucky I have come to like you. [His tone is teasing, but they know the realities of what Loki is.]

Edited 2016-05-02 20:54 (UTC)

[ It was selfish, he knew, to leave his destruction at the hands of another. Leto couldn't do it himself. The Golden Path restrained such actions. He makes a soft sound of sorrow, because it was still unfair, no matter what the realities might be. ]

I am lucky indeed.

[ Lucky that people exist that still wish to hold him. ]

[At that sound, he shushes Leto as he might shush a child, with a low, soothing murmur. And simply holds him a bit more firmly.]

Some humans believe my name the origin of the word lucky, you know.

[He's certainly fickle enough to fit the role.]

[ He breathes in Loki's scent. ]

Loki. Loke. Leug. To break. I remember those old tongues.

[An unsteady breath. Leo is too choose to him to miss the small shudder of his body. They are far too choose.

To break others, to oneself break. Either is an accurate interpretation of the word.]

All-tongue encompasses all human languages. The subtleties sit so strangely upon my ear.

That is a shame. I've always enjoyed the way language churns and changes one's tongue.

It is a curious trick of the mind. I can hear the differences, if I try very hard, and what I can hear, I can mimic. [But that requires a focus he normally reserved for other things. He doesn't care nearly enough about humans.]

My sister and I would slip into languages of old, if only to confound our handlers.

That sounds good fun. I should have liked to have done so, only my brother did not know any language that was mine to use.

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