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[stopmjolnirtime]

Threads that don't fall into posts or logs, sneaky private gatherings or midnight rendezvous. Whatever your fancy.

Please indicate the type (Written, Voice, Action) and the Date.

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[Action, August 14]

[searches_forhim]

"Not at all. On Earth, nebulae are so distant they can only be seen with a telescope much more powerful than this one." She moved the scope slightly, up to a brightly shining spot at the apex of Frigga's braid. She gasped again, and this time she moved over and insisted that he look for himself.

"It's a planet with at least two moons. Do you see those shadows, the spots moving across it? That's how you can tell."

[Action, August 14]

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He has never looked to the stars as anything but a path between realms- but what he has ever taken for granted she looks at with such wonder it is impossible to not feel it as well. Worlds with more than one moon, with more than one sun he has seen many a time- but like this, laid next to her, tucked close and all but breathing in her joy? He feels a wonder in him that he hasn't held since he was a child.

"Remarkable."

[Action, August 14]

[searches_forhim]

She gleans almost as much joy from his reaction as she does from her own experience. She places a soft kiss on his cheek while he is looking through the scope.

"I almost forgot to show you the Odin cluster. It's a really big constellation, complete with his eye patch." It has had several fiery red stars, which she found fitting considering his anger at her presence on Asgard.

"It's at the far left, near the horizon. where he can look over everything else in the sky and keep it in line."

[Action, August 14]

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When offered he peers up and- it does resemble his father. Patch, temperament and all. That she saw it so readily and marks it in so few words is remarkable. He maps these stars, their position relative to the hammer she spoke of and the braid of his mother. "What of Darcy? Is there aught you have named of her?"

[Action, August 14]

[searches_forhim]

She laughed and shook her head. She had expected that question.

"I can't decide on one. First I thought maybe the van, then something resembling a taser... but those are just small details and don't sum her up as a whole person. I think it comes down to this - her personality is just too big to be depicted in the sky." She missed Darcy with a fierceness that told how much she'd come to rely on the other woman. At first a nuisance, Jane had come to see that Darcy had an attitude that served as a perfect counterpoint to her own. And she never got flustered when Jane snapped at her. That was a feat.

"Now for my favorite one." She snuggled in closer to his side, if that were even possible, and pointed far to the opposite end of the sky.

"The lovers. I had to draw it out to get it just right. It's in my notebook. A tall, muscular man, embracing a petite woman with flowing hair. Looking into one another's eyes as if the entirety of life's answers were held there."

[Action, August 14]

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"She would be glad to hear it." There must be something in the stars for Darcy, but for now? He is content with the knowledge that his family yet remains- and a portrait of himself and Jane. That comes as enough of a surprise that he huffs what would have been a shy laugh, ducking his head. Tis the work of a lord to woo his maid, not the opposite. "YOu are most generous in your charts, Jane."

[Action, August 14]

[searches_forhim]

She leaned her head into his shoulder. "I didn't choose them. They chose me. I just looked up and thought of the things that mattered to me, and there they were." That she'd easily found Thor and those he cared most about was just a by-product of how much she was in love with him.

She hadn't pointed out to Thor the constellation of her father. Only she could see his face in those stars, since she was the only person in Luceti who knew what had looked like. And a part of her wanted to keep that all for herself.

She rolled over, making herself comfortable on her back again, her view of the sky blocked only by his handsome face, which she would not mind gazing upon even longer than the stars.

"Do you want to make some?"