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[instincts]

I NEEd chains.

[ That's it. That's what you get. Oh, no, wait. She knows exactly what Stiles and Kira would suggest in this moment. She should ask nicely. It's less effort over text than in person, so even though she's rolling around miserably right now because she had it on good authority that weres don't really get sick unless it's wolfsbane, she can manage. ]

Please. :)

[ Be friendly!! ]

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[instincts]

It's an animal. A strong one.

[ Still trying to dodge, but not particularly attached to it. After a moment, she shuts her eyes, grimacing a little behind the comfort of the transmission only being voice. As an admission, she adds, ] A monster.

good

[seidhr]

[As far as silences go, that certainly was a loud one. It's probably unfair, sitting on his poor kid like a vulture and pecking the story out of her, but he doesn't care. Anyone so resigned to the act of chaining monsters is probably well aware of the unfairness of life.]

A monster. [A sort of reverence in the hush of his voice.] How marvellous.

[instincts]

That's not what most people would call it.

[ Seriously. Weirdo. But at the same time, something in her chest feels light and twists, like she wants to be able to think of it as a good part of herself, but she can't bring herself to. ]

Try dangerous.

[seidhr]

Can it not be both?

Many know firsthand the danger of fire, but is it not wondrous? And the sea—the same waves that leave us hypnotised by their ageless rhythm would dash us bloody on the rocks without remorse. And what of secrets? What of love? Our lives are made rich by the great and terrible.

[He adores the sound of his own voice.]

[instincts]

I think I'd rather my life be poor, then.

[ Is that fucked up to say? She's saying it anyway. It all feeds back into that rather be a coyote mentality. Stiles is great, Scott's great, Kira and Lydia are great, but you know what was better? Not feeling the guilt over killing her family. Having her mother and sister back would be great. ]

Some things aren't great, they're just terrible. And they suck, and they don't bring any wonder or — or love, or anything good.

[seidhr]

I understand.

[Loki recognises Malia's position at once, of course, but declines to feel it, though the hooks buried in her unintentional bait scrape along his skin. Her barbs may catch them both, but she'll be the only one bleeding.]

But you're here now, and this place is different. Your monster may yet find a friend of her own. [How gently he asks,] Does she have a name?

[instincts]

[ In the stretch of silence, she debates answering him. She's not so sure she wants a friend for the monster inside of her. The whole point of joining Scott's pack is to remember how to be a human again, to not give into that. But here it is, knocking on her door, and she's only got a few more days before it tears itself out of her skin. ]

Malia.

[ Which, courtesy of her lack of rote intelligence, is pretty easy to find on the network as her name. Not just this beast. Very subtle, much forethought, wow. ]

[seidhr]

Malia.

[Let her try on how it feels to hear her name slip off this stranger's tongue like a fog rolling in from the dark.]

We'll speak again soon.