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[swords_love_me]

Time: April 25, 2001
Place: Hospital Wing
Status: Private (War, Loki)
Summary: War pays a visit, (unknowingly) post de-cursing

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[leucemic_god]

There was a sound and he looked up from the book he'd been trying to read. Someone stood in the door. A woman. A faint feeling told him he was supposed to know her name, but the memory wouldn't come. For some reason that didn't surprise him either.

He waited to see what she would do.

[swords_love_me]

War saw - or perhaps sensed - a faint flicker of confusion from Loki as she pushed open the door, and was deliberately gentler in her tone (though nothing could completely take the razor edge off her deep voice) when she said, "How are you feeling, Loki? I know it's been a while, but I'm back again now."

As she had grown accustomed to doing, she paused to pour a glass of water and set it on the table at the top of the bed next to the god before she pulled up a chair.

"What're you reading? One of the ones I...acquired for you?" she said companionably as she tucked one leg underneath her, discreetly adjusting her hip knife so it lay flat against her leg under her trousers.

(puppy-eye-Loki)

[leucemic_god]

Loki. Was that his name? He couldn't remember, but again it didn't surprise him all that much. Somehow he expected not to remember things.

"Reading?" He frowned at the book. "I ... can't remember. Why can't I remember? One is supposed to remember what one's reading, isn't one?"

He looked up at the woman pleadingly hoping for an explanation.

(Awww! *melts* poor Loki...)

[swords_love_me]

War bit the inside of her lip. Sure, Loki was really ill, had been for a while, but he'd never seemed to forget things - certainly not what he was reading. He could be playing a trick on her, but somehow she doubted he'd be capable of it.

Gently, she took the book out of his hands and laid it down on the bed. "Most people who choose to read can remember what they're reading, yes, Loki - but not always, especially if they're ill. Don't you worry about it and strain yourself. It'll come back to you when you're feeling a bit better. Besides, if you're reading about me, it's maybe not the best recuperation material," she said, grinning at him in the hope of seeing a spark in response.