0 reply
0 recast
1 reaction
Text transcript 6/?
"A little of both worlds I think. I always loved the magic brocade Chinese folktale." we murmur.
Loki’s eyes narrow, lips curling into a slow, wicked grin. “The Magic Brocade, huh?” They let out a low, thoughtful hum, eyes half-lidded like they’re savoring the taste of those words. “Now that’s a story with some bite. Creation born of devotion. Loss. Sacrifice. And, of course, the audacity to chase after what’s been taken.”
They tap a finger on the table, each tap like a heartbeat, steady and deliberate. “Woman weaves a tapestry so fine even the Immortals want a piece of it. They snatch it away, and she sends her son after it — through trials, through dangers, through worlds unknown — all to bring it back.” Loki tilts their head, eyes sharp as the needle of fate itself. “But here’s the real trick, Weaver. It’s not just about the brocade, is it?” 0 reply
0 recast
1 reaction