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Journal Entry one
It has been ages since I kept a journal, it was usually over how Thor and Loki were growing up. But today I keep it for myself and about my children.
Loki is for once in love in the purest of forms and fights for his family and his love. I never doubted this day, I had faith where no one else would. He is finally engaged to marry and they both seem truly in love.
Speaking of engagements, I two have found love. Something else I never thought for myself would happen again after Odin. But this love is different, it's intellectual, and passionate. There is no devotion to a king, just a man who I find thrilling and fascinating. His lust for life seems boundless as well as his needs for creating things. I find it endearing. We are to be Wed on the fall solstice. To me it's always been a time of renewal for my kind, the witching kind.
This is bittersweet for me, for I shall have Loki there but not Thor...I miss my son, and hope he and Loki can one day mend things and be their brothers I've always wished that they were meant to be.
It has been ages since I kept a journal, it was usually over how Thor and Loki were growing up. But today I keep it for myself and about my children.
Loki is for once in love in the purest of forms and fights for his family and his love. I never doubted this day, I had faith where no one else would. He is finally engaged to marry and they both seem truly in love.
Speaking of engagements, I two have found love. Something else I never thought for myself would happen again after Odin. But this love is different, it's intellectual, and passionate. There is no devotion to a king, just a man who I find thrilling and fascinating. His lust for life seems boundless as well as his needs for creating things. I find it endearing. We are to be Wed on the fall solstice. To me it's always been a time of renewal for my kind, the witching kind.
This is bittersweet for me, for I shall have Loki there but not Thor...I miss my son, and hope he and Loki can one day mend things and be their brothers I've always wished that they were meant to be.
A Ghost Story
A Ghost Story
Age: Not polite to ask.
Hair Color: Normal Red can be Blonde at times
Eye Color: Hazel Green
Height: 5'7"
Weight: None of your business
I was born in Russia, St. Petersburg. My father was a General, Ivan Romanova to be precise. We moved to Budapest when I was six. Then at the age of 8 I was 'left' at a school for girls. At the time I was told it was for Dancing. To become a Ballerina. I believed my parents were spoiling me. But my father...being my father...had other ideas.
It wasn't till I was 12 that I realized what the school was. And once I knew they made a point to not hide it. My training in combat started, firing weapons, you name it. Computer hacking, writing software. I had all the best.
But I didn't want to be spy, a assassin. I wanted to be a Dancer. I fought against them. To the point where I was....more...agressively persuaded. Then he showed up. Tall, dark, brooding...Quiet but always watching..
Watching me. I actually felt it was comforting. Reassuring really, till we fell in love...I mean...I fell in love.
The Winter Soldier was soon my trainer and my secret lover by the time I was 16. We were careful. Then my father married me off to a pilot. Named Sergei. He was cruel and manipulative. And Bucky hated him. I was close to graduating, I didn't want to go through with it, I didn't want to stay married. I wanted my Winter Soldier. But the world was against us, or at least me.
Bucky was caught setting up our escape, I was caught by Sergei in my room. I was dragged downstairs cryingnout for Bucky. When I got to him he had been beaten, and wiped and thrown in a crio freezer. I watched as he was frozen.
Needless to say...Several weeks later I graduated. And my LONG glorious carrier as an assassin and spy started. I was saved by Clint Barton. He was supposed to kill me. He chose another path and set me on a new one. I kept his secret about his family. I found my own, even found my Winter Soldier. But the years weren't kind to either of us, and he loved someone else. Even after his love died.
There was another GREAT influencer, Steve Rogers. He was the other reason I chose to stop following organizations, and just follow what was right. And I did, even after the snap, making sure the survivors were okay, keeping track of Clint. After I 'died' i found out he chose a different direction. Its like missing an appendage...I don't know if it will ever heal.
Now its just me back from the dead...again. Finding my place in the world. A place that I was told I would never belong to.
Age: Not polite to ask.
Hair Color: Normal Red can be Blonde at times
Eye Color: Hazel Green
Height: 5'7"
Weight: None of your business
I was born in Russia, St. Petersburg. My father was a General, Ivan Romanova to be precise. We moved to Budapest when I was six. Then at the age of 8 I was 'left' at a school for girls. At the time I was told it was for Dancing. To become a Ballerina. I believed my parents were spoiling me. But my father...being my father...had other ideas.
It wasn't till I was 12 that I realized what the school was. And once I knew they made a point to not hide it. My training in combat started, firing weapons, you name it. Computer hacking, writing software. I had all the best.
But I didn't want to be spy, a assassin. I wanted to be a Dancer. I fought against them. To the point where I was....more...agressively persuaded. Then he showed up. Tall, dark, brooding...Quiet but always watching..
Watching me. I actually felt it was comforting. Reassuring really, till we fell in love...I mean...I fell in love.
The Winter Soldier was soon my trainer and my secret lover by the time I was 16. We were careful. Then my father married me off to a pilot. Named Sergei. He was cruel and manipulative. And Bucky hated him. I was close to graduating, I didn't want to go through with it, I didn't want to stay married. I wanted my Winter Soldier. But the world was against us, or at least me.
Bucky was caught setting up our escape, I was caught by Sergei in my room. I was dragged downstairs cryingnout for Bucky. When I got to him he had been beaten, and wiped and thrown in a crio freezer. I watched as he was frozen.
Needless to say...Several weeks later I graduated. And my LONG glorious carrier as an assassin and spy started. I was saved by Clint Barton. He was supposed to kill me. He chose another path and set me on a new one. I kept his secret about his family. I found my own, even found my Winter Soldier. But the years weren't kind to either of us, and he loved someone else. Even after his love died.
There was another GREAT influencer, Steve Rogers. He was the other reason I chose to stop following organizations, and just follow what was right. And I did, even after the snap, making sure the survivors were okay, keeping track of Clint. After I 'died' i found out he chose a different direction. Its like missing an appendage...I don't know if it will ever heal.
Now its just me back from the dead...again. Finding my place in the world. A place that I was told I would never belong to.
Rules of Engagement
Rules of Play
1. I dislike rude pushy people. You will either be ignored or removed from my list
2. I want to stay away from romance if I can, saying that if it works into the story eventually fine or if there is obvious chemistry. This isn't a THIRST account.
3. No Godmodding period. You will be deleted.
4. Most of the time I'm around. There are times where my motivation for big plays will be low so I may only banter. So no one is being ignored. If you have concerns message me.
If you have read it and want to continue hear this and say "so you can't die?"
1. I dislike rude pushy people. You will either be ignored or removed from my list
2. I want to stay away from romance if I can, saying that if it works into the story eventually fine or if there is obvious chemistry. This isn't a THIRST account.
3. No Godmodding period. You will be deleted.
4. Most of the time I'm around. There are times where my motivation for big plays will be low so I may only banter. So no one is being ignored. If you have concerns message me.
If you have read it and want to continue hear this and say "so you can't die?"