poly_chromatic | Fjórtandi Villieldr

[For once, Luke isn't posting on purpose, so he's a bit hunched over in shadow from a distance, looking solemn, concentrating. The device is filming from a dresser. He's wearing a shoulder bag, which shortly bursts into flame while he's holding it, the flame disappearing into Luke to reveal another object, in his hands. It looks as if it's made up of many pieces of glass, cobbled together with a seam made of what looks like lava, red-orange and glowing. It can't really be glass, of course, or it can't be lava, because lava would melt the glass, surely.

Or maybe metaphors and magic don't follow the laws of physics.

Either way, he lifts it up to his chest, where the angle makes it finally clear that it's a heart, and his shirt flickers forward to stitch around it, holding it in a lump to his plaid shirt in a sort of pocket. The seams can be seen glowing through the pocket before he sighs, and the pocket flames and disappears, leaving him holding his heart again. He pauses.

He's just lifted it up to his face when the video ends.]

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I'm surprised it isn't more on fire, really and are you serious? Perhaps you might put it in a mould and add more ice to it? We could go to Xanadu and pack it with snow?

We've got it in the freezer for now, I worry it is not cold enough.

Xanadu, then. Snow. And then a bit of water on that snow so it freezes around and more snow on top of that. We'll build a Leah's heart snowgirl.

I shall give her half of mine if it does melt. The good half. Do you think that would work if the snow and ice fails?

I think it must.

I hope David's is safe. Perhaps I ought not to have swallowed mine...

You might need it if his becomes lost or broken.

Just my thinking. I'll have to make sure it doesn't burn him.

Great minds think like ours.

How upsetting there aren't more that do.

I'm miffed at how much blame we are receiving for this.

You are new to this. I'm sorry. It happens every time. I wish it had gone right so we'd at least be receiving blame for something soon to be quite positive.

Not entirely new. Maybe a little.

It always happens like this at home. Even when I succeed.

Oh. Then not new. Yes. It generally turns out better than this for everyone else. I suppose we must have underestimated our mark.

It is hard. To try and always fail.

Always? Loki, it doesn't count as failing if you succeed entirely but for the opinions of others.

This time: yes. But surely not every other time.

Yes it does.

I succeed at home! I've saved the world a few times over. I've done what I've been asked and still everyone suspects the worst or denies my motivations.

I despise it.

If...

You and Leah ought to come here. David will always believe in me. And my dear friends, by extension. I think we could all use some pure trust.

There's still the problem of Leah's heart, of course. Have the two of you no spell to preserve it? I don't work well, with ice. Or you might let it melt, and give her your heart and be done with it.

Perhaps I shall, it's bothersome to have one anyway.

Norse cuddle puddle. David is, by proxy, now considered Norse.

If you meant that metaphorically I shall have to hug you til you squeak.

I like the cuddle puddles.

I do not squeak.

And I like them as well.

That is why this is a threat.

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