Clarke, then. [ and the light of his smile finally has his natural secrecy fall away, more and more.
he recalls back when he first met her--even at that moment he could remember her conviction, that burning fire of inner strength and drive, how gods can identify this and be drawn towards humans of such ambition. that she accepts his touch almost like a mark though he no longer has godhood, no longer can distribute blessings... the glow of it warms in his chest. he had never asked for followers, honestly a part of him since millennia ago when that storm god's tower fell, he had thought he would be perfectly happy without them. yet people believed in him and something of their faith comforts. the comfort of it would be less important than the power, and even greater power if he sought to control believers--yet he never had, and that was the point of his weakness.
there are gods who seize and pursue power for their own purposes, gods who don't care about people at all. and then there was the pantheon he was a part of, who genuinely wished to guide humanity. that bond where people give faith and gods bestow miracles--his wings nearly flutter into existence to want to fulfill it again, as his hand lifts. ]
Consider the wind at your call. And I did say that I would fly you over gaps or whenever you need wings... I'll pledge my wings, winds, and my Grand Ode if--or when you confront the Captain.
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he recalls back when he first met her--even at that moment he could remember her conviction, that burning fire of inner strength and drive, how gods can identify this and be drawn towards humans of such ambition. that she accepts his touch almost like a mark though he no longer has godhood, no longer can distribute blessings... the glow of it warms in his chest. he had never asked for followers, honestly a part of him since millennia ago when that storm god's tower fell, he had thought he would be perfectly happy without them. yet people believed in him and something of their faith comforts. the comfort of it would be less important than the power, and even greater power if he sought to control believers--yet he never had, and that was the point of his weakness.
there are gods who seize and pursue power for their own purposes, gods who don't care about people at all. and then there was the pantheon he was a part of, who genuinely wished to guide humanity. that bond where people give faith and gods bestow miracles--his wings nearly flutter into existence to want to fulfill it again, as his hand lifts. ]
Consider the wind at your call. And I did say that I would fly you over gaps or whenever you need wings... I'll pledge my wings, winds, and my Grand Ode if--or when you confront the Captain.