Ripple in the Pond || Daughterof-lies & Reign-of-loki
Loki looked her dead in the eye and held eye contact for a long time, probably making it uncomfortable for her. He was trying to read her thoughts, it came out looking like a blank stare. He just wasn’t able to get a clear read on her and he didn’t like it.
"You might have seen me before, I don’t know. Many mortals have seen me, but I have not given them the time of day." He broke the unnerving eye contact, straightening his tie. "And you really don’t know the other half of your parentahe? A name? A description? Medical history? Nothing?"
He tugged at his black leather gloves and turned. “Well, come along then…..” He paused. “What was your name again?”
Emilia squirmed under his gaze, feeling like every inch of her was being scrutinized. After he broke eye contact, she let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “My mom never told me his name, only that I looked just like him, apparently I have his cheekbones,” she brought her hands up to her cheeks for emphasis. “And eyes. My mom said that his were a really deep shade of green, but according to my birth certificate, I have no father.”
She watched closely as he tugged at his gloves. “Emilia,” she answered, “Emilia Harkley.”
Loki turned and watched the girl intently as she spoke. The way she took each breath and how she moved her lips when she spoke. Her hand reached up to touch her face and Loki’s eyes darted up to hers. When she spoke her name he paused and didn’t even breathe, he was completely still. With great composure, he straightened up and smoothed out the front of his coat.
"Harkley." He said back to her, a brief flicker of deja vu in his mind but he surpressed all signs of it. He himself didn’t quite know why that flicker of deja vu even surfaced. "Emilia Harkley… Interesting name, mine is Loki, let’s keep moving, we’re almost there." He turned a corner and started down until they came to a dead end alley. "We’re here."