Lena Lokidottir

he's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire || #OC | #RP | #MV ||

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon "Let us just say my bite is far worse than my bark." She laughs warmly.

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon usually come in would be on about my chest or my ass. So congratulations. You're not a total pig."

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon "Well, you're doing a good deal now." Lena says, pursing her lips slightly. "Though I do credit you. By now, the men who--

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon to live at sea. Alone, frequently. He's not used to... Social convention."

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon any sustenance going into it, the better for him." She chuckles lightly. "He's still getting used to... People. He used--

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon "Oh, hardly." Lena says, waving her hand slightly. "He's... A bit of a klutz. So the less distance between his mouth and--

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon on the bar top, drinking alcohol off a plate. With his tongue. World-engulfing, Ragnarok bringing indeed. "He's... Special."

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon Lena raises an eyebrow. "More or less." She nods, glancing Jörmungandr, who was currently currently sitting with his chin--

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

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[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon "Jörmungandr." She hums lightly, letting her arms cross lightly. "My father was a bit of a fool. Liked to call us all sorts."

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon suited for a history lesson."

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon Jör has done well with the place. I am... New here. Not very familiar with the town. My brother, perhaps, would be better--

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon again. "It has always been here. A dump, when my brother was first employed here. The old man died, and I like to think--

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon "Luck is a cruel mistress. Believe me, I know her." Lena mumbles at the comment, and is turned to go when he speaks to her--

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon another word.

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon minutes to prepare the drink for the other, bringing it back to the table and setting it in front of him, content not to say--

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon She says, her accent thick on her words as she turns from him, walking back towards the bar. It takes her about three--

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon as a payment of sorts. In the heat of battle. Everyone pays for their transgressions. "I would not put your faith in luck."--

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon Lena thought of a few quips, or perhaps of saying nothing at all, but she freezes at the mention of her eye, taken from her--

[Lena Lokidottir @TearInHisHeart]

@TheSummerSon I get you to start?"