♥ Appointments Post ♥

[asobouyo]

This is a personal appointment post for anyone who wants to contact Elicia Hughes (asobouyo ) without going to the trouble of setting up a log/journal; as I'll say with all my characters, if you have any reason to contact her at all, go right ahead here! Voice, Video, Written, or Action is completely acceptable. Just keep in mind that she's at school at certain times on weekdays (it's sketchy enough to say 'after school' or before or what have you)!

Please put the the month and the type of communication—i.e. [March 29th][Action], or anything in that sort of way—in the subject line (putting why you're there is totally optional; I'm sure I'll figure it out through the character eventually. |D).

Comments

[action, september twenty-fifth]

[asobouyo]

... I understand... [Even if she's not sure about anything, she understands.] And I know you just wanna make sure I'm safe.

[action, september twenty-fifth]

[alloys]

[He nods levelly at that.] And being friends with Loki isn't safe.

[action, september twenty-fifth]

[asobouyo]

[... after another good, long pause, she nods.

What else can she do? This is grown-up stuff. This is bigger and badder than she can even wrap her mind around.]

[action, september twenty-fifth]

[alloys]

[She's feeling bad, and he knows it. He wants to do something about it, but what could he do? He didn't want to press the point any further. She got it, as much as she could, and that would only make her sadder. He could try alternative tactics that are still, admittedly, pretty foreign to him, but...

Well.

It won't kill him to try.]

Hey. [He opens up his arms towards her.] Come here. Come on.

[action, september twenty-fifth]

[asobouyo]

[She hops right into his arms and hugs, secure and content with the gesture; she doesn't want to say because maybe he'll think it's weird or he'll be mad at her, but... His hugs remind her of papa, for some reason. She likes when things remind her of papa. It's not the same entirely—it's like an echo that has its own unique aura to it. Like her dad, but like a hero. Like Tony.

She squeezes his neck a little in her arms, eyes closed tight.

Just a sniffle. She cuts herself off there.]

Thanks for letting me stay a hero...

[action, september twenty-fifth]

[alloys]

[He holds onto her tight as she fills the space between his arms. He remembers the last time he did this; it's painfully vivid. The way he'd elected to hold her as long as she needed to be held, no matter how inconvenient it might have been, no matter how much of his personal space he had to negotiate. That didn't matter at all. Not when it came to her.]

Are you kidding? You were more heroic than anyone else today.

[action, september twenty-fifth]

[asobouyo]

[She squeezes again, reassured by his words. She tries, despite everything, for a small smile.]

I learned from really good heroes.

[action, september twenty-fifth]

[alloys]

[He lets her go, but keeps his hands on her shoulders as he looks at her directly again.]

Everything will be okay. Okay? I'll make sure.