driftfleet | 'cause it's better than nothing

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(last updated: 1/25/19)

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[She glances in that direction, and her smile is wry.]

I shall avoid such darkness if I can. Thank you.

[But that being said, she may as well start with the same thing she did with Loki, more or less. She drifts closer to have a look at the picture of Sif and the Warriors Three.]

[The portrait on the left of the room is painted in broad strokes, yet perfectly realised. It appears almost like a mural from some temple wall, presenting figures from legend. Yet it’s not quite that lofty and high-minded. It’s clear that the seven figures in the painting are comrades, bound together in friendship and duty. Thor is present in the centre, outfitted in silver and red armour, long haired and confident. Arrayed around him are six others: Loki, on the left. Heimdall, on the right. And to either side of them are Sif and the Warriors Three. There’s no mistaking their status from the armour and weapons they all carry. This is group who fought many battles together.

Only… despite the artistry of the portrait, it’s lacking in colour. Thor’s image is fine, bright and vivid. It’s everyone around him who’s painted in nothing but monochrome, greys and sepias. It makes Thor’s position in the portrait even more stark, separate from the rest even while he’s in the midst of them.

Lying on a stone shelf underneath the portrait is a long sword, a statuette of a pegasus and a hair clasp.]

[More detail. More people.

...she has a terrible feeling she knows why this picture is washed out, but for Thor, and it stops her from touching the portrait. It seems too private.

Instead, she lowers her hand to the hair clasp.]

[The clasp is silver and wave-shaped, a delicate thing made for a lady of high standing. Yet it feels sturdy and sharp under Makie's fingers as she picks it up. It gleams, distracting her as the fog rolls through and reshapes the room around her, finding Makie standing next to Sif as Thor exits a tavern and comes her way.

There's something melancholy hanging in the memory, a preoccupation felt keenly at the time and another more ephemeral sadness. A trace of loss. The fog disappears before it more than brushes Makie's mind and she is left standing at the portrait again, clasp in hand.]

[She returns the clasp to its place gently. Thor changed over the... years? This is a more subdued person than she witnessed in Loki's memories.

Next, because she is who she is, she touches the sword; respectfully, fingers touching the very end of the hilt.]

[If Makie wanted to contrast what she had just seen against something closer to Loki's recollections, she made the right choice.

She grasps the sword, and feels a presence around her. The security of friends. Mist veils her eyes for a moment before she comes to, watching from the side of some enormous room as Thor comes stalking in, furious. ((End at 3:38)) Before long he’s joined by Loki and the others, and a plan is formed. Ill-advised, perhaps. But few can argue with Thor’s determination and sense of confidence… and it’s clear few want to, in this room.

There’s a strange echo in the air as the memory fades away, and for a moment Makie wants to reach for it-- take hold of it. Before it disappears.

She doesn’t have the time, though. She's back, and there are no echoes here. Just quiet.

Just a sword.]

[It's so odd getting the same memory with an entirely different sense of emotion and perspective. Loki's version carried with it the sense that Thor was unreliable and full of bluster. She can see it here; but having Thor's viewpoint tempers it quite a lot.

Still, siblings rarely feel the same about each other.

He was foolish. He learned. Her fingers drop away from the sword. Most of the people in this memory, she thinks, are dead. But Loki is... here. On the Fleet. Makie straightens.]

How fare you and your brother now?

[While Makie was poking around the shelves, Thor had moved around the throne to lean on the side of it, watching her. He raises his head a bit when she asks her question and huffs, amused.]

Now? The best we have been in a number of years. Even despite some of the tragedies that have befallen us since.

[Or maybe because of them.]

That time was just before everything went wrong for us. The years in between were not easy.

I can imagine. [She remembers Loki falling into the ... abyss? The vast darkness of something too large for her to really grasp.]

It is good you found your way to the other side. It can be... hard. To repair family relationships, once damaged.

Yeah... it is. But I think it would not have happened if he hadn't wanted it.

[Because as much as Thor had fought with Loki, demanded things of him, nothing had truly changed until he left the decision up to Loki himself. These days they're both happier coming to their own decisions and hoping they align in some way.]

Neither of us have any other family left. Once you realise that, you have to consider what you still have and how much it's worth to you.

I understand. [Very well. Her own family is all long dead, but those she finds to hold dear she would hold worth above all else. Loss is a way of life in her world. It doesn't have to be so anymore.

She glances around to see if anything has changed-- no handy exits from the room. Otherwise, she supposes, it's time to move on and look at something else.]

[There remain two other portraits in the room: one of family and one of the Avengers. There is also the dark area at the base of the stairs, and whatever lies within it.]

'cause it's better than nothing

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