Thread: Mind and Soul(Avengers) FoxWriter/TamaRose

Loki watched the two men argue, ears picking up the strange words. Angels and Gods, both where words that seamed so familiar. ' I am a god you wretched creature '... it rang in his mind like an echo. a memory? had he been attacked by a god? what did the man mean, that he could be a threat? he wouldn't hurt anyone, would he? no, he was pretty sure he wouldn't. the thought of hurting someone made him very uneasy and hesitance. He watched, a bit baffled as all the people just suddenly got up and left, had he upset them maybe? no, it seamed to be because of the winged men in the room who weren't real. at least, he didn't think they where real. maybe they where and the other people just couldn't see them? but that made no sense either, why would he be able to see what other people couldn't? it made no sense. then again, nothing about the world seamed to make sense at the moment so he supposed he'd just have to wait and see. Loki watched as the two brothers approached, but he didn't recoil away from them like he had the doctors, watching them with wide eyes. a little afraid, but wanting to trust them because they had saved him. why would they save him if they where just going to hurt him? he smiled when Ciel sat down next to him, the action almost automatic because he seamed puzzled at the same time, as if he wasn't sure why he'd smiled. he glanced at Cai, fascinated by the two that apparently only he could see. or maybe it was the wings that held his attention, possible even Cai's horns, since his eyes remained fixated on them for a long moment before switching to Ciel's wings, hand lifting as if to reach out and touch them. the motion stopped before it even truly began by the straps holding him down. I'm not afraid. Loki finally whispered, staring at Ciel, like he was the most glorious thing he'd ever seen. in what remained of Loki's tattered memories and shattered mind, that was probobly exactly what Ciel was. he looked at Cai again, watching him, fascinated by the horns and the wings and the beauty of the man before looking at Ciel again. i don't like tight places. Loki informed him, voice still so soft, his throat probobly hurt to talk, since someone had cut it nearly to the larynx. from the angle of the cut it was pretty clear Loki couldn't have done it himself, though the human doctors probobly assumed he had. since he'd done his own wrists, he remembered doing that. he looked down at his wrists and then back up to Ciel. I tried to kill myself. Loki informed Ciel. So the pain would stop. She hurt me... he paused, hesitating. there where wings. and darkness. and i was falling. and She was laughing... he shuddered violently, cringing as if he expected 'her' whoever she was, to show up. They where all laughing. they liked to make me hurt... he sounded so broken and so scared. and they laughed and laughed. he whispered. it was a sick laugh, a sick laugh that wasn't a real laugh even though it sounded like one... he mumbled, eyes unfocused, lost to the few memories he still had before he snapped his attention back to Ciel. and then there was a lot of noise, and people where screaming and i was put into the white moving beast that screamed and they made the bleeding stop. you where there. he admitted, watching them both again, calculating but also awed. he wanted to believe that they had done it just to help him, but the cynical part, the part that remembered the laughter and the pain, that side knew better.