confused  emotions  tangle  within  the  girl,   and  she  is  at  odds  with  herself  as  she  approaches  Ashitaka  and  kneels  at  his  side.   she’s  in  shock,   of  course,   to  learn  that  the  boy  was,   in  fact,   responsible  for  the  boar-god’s  death.   but  it  doesn’t  change  the  feelings  trying  to  rise  up  in  her.

carefully,   she  loops  his  arm  around  her  neck  and  pulls  him  into  a  sitting  position.   a  brief  whine  from  her  throat  brings  one  of  her  brothers  forward.   “will  you  carry  him?”   she  asks,   and  the  wolf  give  a  short  nod  of  agreement.   turning  her  attention  back  to  Ashitaka  now,   he  feels  his  face  for  any  change.

                         “well,   there’s  no  fever.   but  you’ll  need  rest,”   she  explains  gently.   she  can  hear  her  mother  move  on  through  the  forest  and  knows  that  Moro  is  not  fond  of  the  idea  of  bringing  the  man  back  to  their  cave.

All the strength he had gathered for those few moments to speak to Naga had left him exhausted. His breathing was a little laborious and the pain in his chest seemed to radiate throughout his entire being. At least he didn’t have a fever anymore. He grunted softly as he felt the Wolf Princess lift him. Ashitaka had never felt so helpless before. He wouldn’t trust anyone to help him like she was. And yet he couldn’t help but do just that.

Briefly he opens his eyes, his breathing easing a little now. Yakul snorts softly as he comes to his side, gently nudging him with his nose. The banished prince manages a small smile before turning his attention to the Princess.

“Thank you.” His voice was sincere as were his eyes as he met her gaze. “I’m glad you didn’t leave me to die. Or kill me.” Despite the depth of his words, his tone was light. As if he had been sure she wouldn’t do any of those things.

“No, you can’t come in! You’ve come to the wrong house!”

"Clearly. Since I am barely able to stand straight. But a friend of mine informed me I would be able to rest here for awhile.” 

“That was a horrible, horrible idea. I’ll never touch an elven drink with a ten-foot pole again.”

“You just had a little of it. I had heard tales of dwarves being able to hold their own with Elven drink.” 

"Bad experience on your part or did someone else make a promise and didn’t meet it?” She asked.

When Bored // Loki and Rachel

ipausewith-mypen:

As soon as Rosie had made the gestured to be lifted up at Loki, Rachel had been prepared for a tantrum from the child. There was no way he would pick her up. Though she had never asked, and he had never told her, Rachel had assumed Loki wouldn’t be fond of children. But then he surprised her by picking up the toddler and though he fumbled a little bit, he did manage to settle her on his lap, where she proceeded to fiddle with the tiny buttons at the front of her dress.

His quip though had her pursing her lips in annoyance. “If you must know I am the most trustworthy person for anyone to leave their child with.” How many times had she helped Midgardian children find their way home when they got lost. Saved them from a bully or even a potential kidnapper. Not enough in her opinion. In the dark world that they lived in children were the only pure ray of hope and light for the world. In her opinion at least. “She seems to like you.” Rachel commented, and sure enough Rosie had turned her little body towards Loki and was now running her chubby hands along his face, patting his cheeks lightly every now and then.

Mischief and Mayhem||Rachel & Loki

ipausewith-mypen:

She smirked. “Would you call me an enigma then? A mystery?” Her tone was teasing as she looked at him, arms crossed over her chest as was customary for her and one eyebrow raised. “Its a good thing I suppose. Or else you would’ve lost interest in me if I were an open book.” And she needed his attention. He was the only person who could help her now. And Rachel was not about to walk away after all the work and effort she had put in getting here.

“We are finding Nott.” Rachel spoke in a tone that showed nothing but her conviction for the task at hand. For the first time in a long while she felt a glimmer of hope in her otherwise dark soul. This was it. Her chance to find the truth. For so long she had convinced herself that she didn’t need it that accepting the fact that she did need it had been hard. Almost painfully hard.

Close Call //Bruce and Lue

ipausewith-mypen:

He hummed, scratching his chin as he thought over her words, not even picking on the fact that she was joking. “An MRI doesn’t sound bad. I have full access to the lab so it’s not like we’re at a disadvantage.” Bruce continued to mutter to himself for a few seconds before the rest of her words caught up to him and he quickly shook his head. “I’m not doing it to check your brain activity, though that would be a fascinating thing as well. I just want to see if you have any injuries thats all.”

Bruce pursed his lips for a few seconds, frowning as if he were thinking hard about something, which he was. Finally he sighed before speaking. “Look I don’t want to force you or anything. If you don’t want to get checked over its alright.” He didn’t want to push her. Bruce knew more then anyone what it felt like to be pushed around and do things you didn’t want to.