"Yeah. I was lucky." Despite the sorrow, she can still smile about it. Eventually.
A Loki, being vexing? How terribly on point. It'd almost be more mischief if a Loki were honest and sincere. Habitually. (It's the honest ones you want to watch out for...) Can a god of mischief behave? Can a god of lies tell the truth? Does the man define the stories, or the stories the man? Verity is not well-equipped for these kinds of theological debates.
'Just a key'. That gets a snort and a cocked eyebrow from her. She's not going to even try to pretend she believes him, or that he believes that. Verity is far from an expert in magic, but she knows that key is no mere thing. "Uh huh. Pull the other one, or I'll get lopsided."
The thing about Verity's looks is this: anyone patient enough to wait just a moment longer and look beneath that imperious eyebrow might be rewarded with a smile. It's no dazzling 'the clouds have parted and everything is sunshine and rainbows' smile, but it's there and it's sincere. This mischief is familiar enough to be more pleasant than irritating. Anyone who can handle the sassing might get to see more of it.
Bobbi, on the other hand, gives a puppyish yawn when the pettings go away and lays down between them to wait. She's got a squeaky-toy that needs to be defeated.
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A Loki, being vexing? How terribly on point. It'd almost be more mischief if a Loki were honest and sincere. Habitually. (It's the honest ones you want to watch out for...) Can a god of mischief behave? Can a god of lies tell the truth? Does the man define the stories, or the stories the man? Verity is not well-equipped for these kinds of theological debates.
'Just a key'. That gets a snort and a cocked eyebrow from her. She's not going to even try to pretend she believes him, or that he believes that. Verity is far from an expert in magic, but she knows that key is no mere thing. "Uh huh. Pull the other one, or I'll get lopsided."
The thing about Verity's looks is this: anyone patient enough to wait just a moment longer and look beneath that imperious eyebrow might be rewarded with a smile. It's no dazzling 'the clouds have parted and everything is sunshine and rainbows' smile, but it's there and it's sincere. This mischief is familiar enough to be more pleasant than irritating. Anyone who can handle the sassing might get to see more of it.
Bobbi, on the other hand, gives a puppyish yawn when the pettings go away and lays down between them to wait. She's got a squeaky-toy that needs to be defeated.