Everythi- [they begin to echo, but their lips are quickly occupied with something else. Even so, they need not finish their sentence for as the kiss deepens, they no longer doubt Narciso. He has spoken it, and thus it is true. In the seconds that are weeks that pass, the story accepts this as a fact. And it shifts, taking Loki with it. Such is the fate of those tied to stories, especially once magic gets involved.

In that brief time, Narciso may notice a change as Loki does not back away, pushing even further. When the kiss does end, their smile is something different. Not the girlish schoolchild of before, but a hint of the cunning and obsessive old man that once was.]

Better than the others, I’m certain.

[The other Lokis? Or literally everyone else? Probably both.]

I don’t want you to consort with the other Adopted. They’re a waste of your time. But together… we could strengthen your grip on this realm. Let spring truly rule above all else and mischief with it.

I will make you mine, dear, and your story will be greater than you can even imagine.