Olive never cooks. It’s just Toaster Pastries, but anyone who knows Olive knows that this is the equivalent of a feast.
Schlagwort: specter
Nervous can’t help but feel a bit aloof. He never had any family, he never had anyone that care for him, except for Circe… maybe. He isn’t too sure about that, now… But he knew what was expected of him, what he was supposed to do. Now? Suddenly, he’s free to go anywhere, free to do whatever he likes… but what does he want to do with his life?
Olive wants to offer Nervous a warm welcome, she really does, but casting powerful spells is exhausting and she isn’t the youngest anymore. She tells Nervous where to find the spare bedroom, promises him a party tomorrow and heads to bed.
“Welcome home, son.”
“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?”
“Circe! Freyja!”
“Hey there, little one. Well, aren’t you just the cutest? Aw, stop crying, Mommy is… inconvenienced, but Aunt Olive is here, don’t you fret!”
“Wait! What are you doing here?! Where’s Loki? Don’t you dare-”
Olive wastes no time on that blond idiot. She is looking for something and the footsteps she can hear upstairs seem promising.
“Hi there. I’m looking for my son. I think you might know him.”
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