today is my birthday

adoration, spinningly delightful adoration. that is what he felt as he looked upon the image of his beloved kapras?us. but as he looked on, the voice of another lovingly familiar companion filled his wonderful orchestra of sounds. the small, chiming little hummingbird of a tune would bring his jaw round to gaze upon the woman he'd been spending every night with. she was complicated, yet simple. he supposed every woman was like this, but none of them wanted just his company. was he coming down from his high already? his dumbfounded expression said otherwise, but the vivid 3d images and odd camera angles were reduced to fractal and slightly tilting flowers. damn.

loki would speak again, claiming that he was in fact his flesh and blood. a slightly sorrowful change in his fa?ade drooped his smirk and crinkled his brows. that would be something loki would say, wouldn't it? and in the corner of his eye, he could see those gloriously glowing locks begin to fall away. what had he done to deserve the mischievous god on his birthday, of all days? but then, by all the wonders of a miracle, the kin's jealousy which he found so attractive flared. his finely crafted chin would draw back to meet the face of his lover, sitting a mere few inches from him. br??ir... the word would slip softly, disbelief plain in his tearing eyes. it would take him a moment to understand what his beloved kapras?us was concerned about, but as his ill-matched pools followed his gaze the word fell almost as softly as the other. nein.. before a more steady tone took over, realization coming to ends with his newly amputated leg. v?ti. zum abweichen von loyalit?t. his eyes would look upon his lover once more, wanting to lavish and bathe him in, before a foreign voice breached their reunion.

immediately he could tell she was no threat, as the blades of grass openly accepted her and lovingly caressed her legs. but old habits would kick in, and even within his intoxicated state, his mind jumped to kodda. he would will himself to stand, stumbling at first with the mistake of thinking he still had four able legs. with as smooth movements as he could manage, he tried his best to maneuver through the bubbly-eyed and wide-smiled flowers toward kodda. once positioned relatively close, he would give up and simply stand between the two women. like i always say, what's a birthday without a party? he would gaze back toward the woman, boasting a broad smile and attempting his best to maintain balance.