SINS OF OUR TONGUES

how dreadful it must be - to be enraged every second of the day. to see nothing but red. he couldn't, and wouldn't, imagine living like that. he would miss all the little mishaps loki caused, and all the great signs odin and his brothers placed. to be angered constantly seemed like a burden, a punishment even. the thought roused a shiver up his spine, but he quickly took control and rolled his bony shoulders. her answer was simple, an obvious life style one should choose. but, not flawless. his voice crept skillfully from his suave tongue, dipped in his charismatic tones. "and when anger abandons you? she is not a polite guest, and i imagine she speaks not so fondly of you." he paused only briefly, enough to gather breath. "what then? an empty vessel?" he grinned none too politely, his faux kindness slipping through the cracks. "i could find joy with an empty vessel.. in many ways, my little fly trap." he spoke through his teeth, tenacious and devious.

her reaction to his inquiry was a curious one at that, brewing a playfulness within jaeger. he couldn't help himself, loki seemed to be playing with him. he cracked an even wider grin, if possible, and stepped with brief caution to avoid the creeping root toward the woman. with fluid maneuvers, he spun his flanks inches from the woman's and dipped his crown before tilting it to study her. "no, no; no details needed..." a dark flit of a chuckle snuck from his lips. "but perhaps a demonstration?" a quick wink of that marble blue eye coupled with a daring smile sculpted the man's facade.