Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[Miranda_]

The kitchen was in a pristine state; unusual, as it showed that Remy had not been near it as was his normal morning routine.

[spirit_queen]

Tina wasn't awake enough to notice, at first. She poured hereself a glass of orange juice and make some toast. Then, afterwards, she decided to clean up, then noticed the kitchen was way to clean. Where was Remy?

[Miranda_]

Remy stayed where he was, unable to even consider the idea of coming downstairs. He'd never been in a situation like this before.

[spirit_queen]

Tina sighed, then though she ought to make him breakfast, and she did.

And he never came down. She thought he was just sleeping at first, but now she wasn't so sure.

Not caring that she looked like something the cat dragged in, she took his plate of toast and went upstairs to his room and knocked lightly.

[Miranda_]

Remy shivered. He muttered, "Come in," but stayed under the covers.

[spirit_queen]

She opened the doors and came in. "I, uh, made you some breakfast." She said, setting the plate on a nightstand beside the bed. She sat on the bed. "What's wrong?"

[Miranda_]

"Something terrible happened... I think I'm losing my mind." He told her exactly what had happened.

[spirit_queen]

Tina was at first speechless. "How did you come to the conclusion that you're losing your mind?" She asked. If he wanted her help, she had understand everything that was running through his mind.

Actually, working with him would help her forget her own grief, so she wanted to jump at the opportunity. She was also glad he couldn't see her red eyes and how pale she looked today.

[Miranda_]

"Cuz I would never do something like that, but when I was Loki, I just couldn't stop it happening. That's why I think that I must be going mad."

[spirit_queen]

"Yeah, but apparently your god forms has done something... regrettable... like that before." Tina said. "You are fine; I don't think you have that dark side thar Loki has to deal with." she took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "Have I ever explained to you about the fine line between our human consciousness and our other ones?" She asked, knowing the way she worded it was probably grammatically wrong. "It's fine, yes, but still there."