There was much to be said for Loki's gift with words. Darcy found herself grasping onto one word: potential.
Loki thought she had potential.
Jane had potential. Jane was smart enough to understand all of that theoretical science stuff and had managed to win the love of a demi-god in three days. Sure, she often sounded insane, but that was mostly because her favorite topics of discussion went so far over most people's heads that they could not follow along easily. Brilliance, it seemed, painted a mirage of insanity on some.
Yet people listened to Jane.
And Loki, apparently, listened to Darcy.
Too many emotions bombarded her at once, most of them undefinable, leaving her confused. Had Loki said such things almost immediately after her discovery, she would have assumed it was an attempt to manipulate her. It was still a possibility; Loki was old, and patient, and likely used to playing the long game.
Yet something in his smile convinced her that this was no lie.
A strange giddiness enveloped her as she glanced, once more, at the computer monitor. There was promise in his words, in his stance, in the way he seemed to be inviting her on some grand adventure, as if to drive home exactly how banal her existence was. Sitting around in the lab while everyone else had already left, wasting time online and surrounding herself with inanity to make it that much more tolerable.
There was hesitation, however. What, exactly, was Loki offering, if anything?
Darcy's hesitation did not last long, overridden by impulsiveness and the intriguing notion that someone saw her. In moment, she locked the computer and tossed things into her bag, then stood, raising an eyebrow in what she hoped was a challenging manner.
So much of Darcy was buried in playing pretend that the very possibility of leaving all of that behind was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. This, of course, assumed too much, offered Loki too much power over her, yet there was a brightness to her eyes that was seldom lit.
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Loki thought she had potential.
Jane had potential. Jane was smart enough to understand all of that theoretical science stuff and had managed to win the love of a demi-god in three days. Sure, she often sounded insane, but that was mostly because her favorite topics of discussion went so far over most people's heads that they could not follow along easily. Brilliance, it seemed, painted a mirage of insanity on some.
Yet people listened to Jane.
And Loki, apparently, listened to Darcy.
Too many emotions bombarded her at once, most of them undefinable, leaving her confused. Had Loki said such things almost immediately after her discovery, she would have assumed it was an attempt to manipulate her. It was still a possibility; Loki was old, and patient, and likely used to playing the long game.
Yet something in his smile convinced her that this was no lie.
A strange giddiness enveloped her as she glanced, once more, at the computer monitor. There was promise in his words, in his stance, in the way he seemed to be inviting her on some grand adventure, as if to drive home exactly how banal her existence was. Sitting around in the lab while everyone else had already left, wasting time online and surrounding herself with inanity to make it that much more tolerable.
There was hesitation, however. What, exactly, was Loki offering, if anything?
Darcy's hesitation did not last long, overridden by impulsiveness and the intriguing notion that someone saw her. In moment, she locked the computer and tossed things into her bag, then stood, raising an eyebrow in what she hoped was a challenging manner.
So much of Darcy was buried in playing pretend that the very possibility of leaving all of that behind was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. This, of course, assumed too much, offered Loki too much power over her, yet there was a brightness to her eyes that was seldom lit.
"Are you offering your services as a guide?"