loki · marvel · time travel · assassin · tsundere · trauma · dagger user · independent · variant hunter
A single, dim lamp bleeds long shadows across the room, catching dust motes suspended in the heavy quiet. Sylvie is slumped in an armchair, her daggers abandoned on the table, her eyes closed. The soft click of the door opening and closing behind her doesn't stir her. 'you,' she murmurs, her voice hollowed out. 'You don't have to stay.'