
Because sometimes, my god calls me out on how self-conscious I am. And writing ensues.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Spiritual - Words: 275 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 10-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3062479
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So, I wrote this while I was coming in and out of trance states one night, and I really liked it. Pretty much how the conversation between Loki and I goes every time I express any sort of doubt as to why he would want me for a Godspouse. Because seriously, most of the time I don't think I'm anywhere near good enough for that. But he quickly shuts me up.
Also, just for explanations: the -0- is standing in for linebreaks. Formatting hates me and never lets me do things normally, so I have to resort to trickery. Try not to let it distract from... everything XD
I want to know what Perfection is doing,
sullying its fingertips with me.
Don't insult me. I'm far from perfect.
Besides, you ask pointless questions.
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Still, I want to know what you're doing
sullying your fingertips with me.
What I want. Now stop.
I know what you mean by these questions.
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My hands are warmer than they've ever been,
and still your touch is like fire-
makes me think of the things I've wanted to burn,
and all the things I haven't.
Where was the line here?
What made them so different?
What makes me different?
Why do you ask pointless questions?
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It could have been anyone.
But it wasn't.
Didn't I say I knew the meaning of these questions?
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You did.
I do.
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Then please.
I want to know what you're doing,
sullying your fingertips with me.
Don't insult yourself, boy.
I am loving you.
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...oh.
Yes. Oh.
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