❥ think you're funny, think you're smart;;

[trompeur]

 [It's pouring outside and LeBlanc is stuck inside of a shitty hut in the middle of a fucking desert until it stops. She had been heading toward Icathia in hopes of seeking out Malzahar, but the weather--oh the fucking weather.]

T'is a desert. Rain shouldn't happen.

[She throws her cloak over a dusty table that creaks even under the cloth's light weight.]

If the Prophet wasn't so entertaining I wouldn't even bother, but...

[LeBlanc sighs. What the Grand General wills must be done.]

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[trompeur]

You cannot deceive the Deceiver, Loki.

[In other words, she loves you too, you scheming son of a bitch. Leblanc shrugs off the rather minimal amount of clothes she was wearing to begin with. She has some rather ugly scars here and there, many of them are on her back and stomach. She's died so many times, but she always comes back. ]

So, you do have a nice body under all that armor.

[thispoisonousdream]

Did you ever doubt me, a warrior and a god? Tsk tsk.

[Loki sheds the remaining shirt from his upper body and it slides off of his arms and into the void of the floor somewhere. His lips burn to be on Leblanc's again, and as he leans in to press their mouths together, his hands wrap around her ribs, just below her breasts.

Her body is warm and soft, sensations Loki is so desperately starved of. His hands stick to her in the wet air and for a moment, he feels like he is melding with her. He urges her back, to lay upon the table top, wanting to see just how close to melding to her he can get.]

[trompeur]

T'is never doubt, merely strategic cynicism.

[Leblanc smiles mischievously as he pushes her against the table, arms wrapping around him as she returns the kiss. It's been so long since she's felt this way--felt like she's actually wanted for more than just her power.

But the table creaks...]

Oh--

[And then proceeds to break! Leblanc manages to smash her head against the ground when she falls. Her head feels heavy as her vision blurs, blood staining her hair as she reaches up to touch a large gash on the right side of her head.]