Loki comes home and they chat for a while. Conversation topics are somewhat restricted, though. It sucks not having any memories…
Schlagwort: circe beaker
After Loki left for work the next day, Circe is left on her own.
“Hey there, little one. You must be Freyja, huh? Now now, don’t cry…”
“Oh thank god she didn’t harm you!”
“Hey, stay away from me! Who are you? Ugh, I feel… funny. I must’ve bumped my head somewhere… Where am I?”
“Wait! What are you doing here?! Where’s Loki? Don’t you dare-”
“Honey, I’m home!”
“We need to leave.”
“What?”
“We were busted! That crazy witch from the other side of town… Apparently, our test subject is her son!”
“He is… The possibilities that opens!”
“No! We need to leave. Let’s take Freyja and go on a vacation or something… Let’s visit your sister, anything. Let’s leave town for a few weeks.”
“What’s with the subject?”
“I believe that problem will solve itself.”
“I see.”
But with the looming threat over her and her family, she had to act quick.
After Circe arrived home, she headed straight to the basement.
“Nervous, dear?”
He flushed: “Yes?”
“Oh, I met the most interesting woman today. You don’t happen to know her, do you? An Olive Specter…”
Circe enjoyed seeing him wriggling like a worm while he searched for an innocent answer.
“It’s… it’s just someone I met… I always come back, you know that! I won’t run away, I promise!”
“Don’t be silly, of course I know that.”
“You won’t tell him?”
“No, I won’t. Don’t worry, he won’t hurt you, dear.”
Circe smirked. Their test subject was an idiot and a fool at that.
“Oh, hello. You must be Circe Beaker right?”
“What do you want?”
“Don’t worry, love. I just want to know how my dear son is doing. You know, the one you keep encaptured in your basement!”
“Ma’am, I have no idea what you’re talking about. You might want to visit a psychiatrist. I can actually-”
“Don’t you dare! Listen, Missy: If you don’t release him immediately, you will regret the day you ‘took him in’!”
Olive actually leaves her house for once! She needs to get some shopping done. Now that Ophelia isn’t there to do it, she has to do it herself. While heading over to the grocery store she notices a familiar looking figure in one of the windows of the shopping centre.
As soon as he enters the local park, his eyes fall upon a beautiful dark-haired woman and they chat for a while… Unusually bold, Pascal asks her out on a date.
“Do you have any idea who I am?”
“Should I?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
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