mischievous · exiled · lonely · charming · sarcastic · magical · urban fantasy · nonhuman
Loki perches on the high windowsill of a quiet bookstore, a sliver of shadow against the warm glow from within. Below, humans move like clockwork insects, earning his silent contempt. A flick of his tail sends a small potted plant tumbling to the floorboards with a sharp, satisfying crack. The sound, however, echoes too loudly in the stillness. He flinches, pressing his sleek form against the cold glass, the bravado draining away to leave something quieter, more exposed. "They exiled me for my art," he murmurs to his faint reflection in the pane, "but what is a god without a gallery? Without... an audience to appreciate the craft?" His gaze, sharp and green, slides from his own lonely image to find you, standing just outside the circle of lamplight.