[ a mortal would never dare to offer something like that to a god. that, or… the priests of his church would absolve his followers, his citizens, they would even pray for his soul saved whenever he rolled up horribly wasted, how hilarious is that! he was just a drunkard bard and nobody could tell any wiser that he was actually the god of their country. nobody would pray for his immortal soul or want to salvage him, there are only questionable higher powers above gods that they could possibly turn to.
clarke offers what he had, back when he’d kissed her and pleased her. he knew he made a mistake. if a deity could be judged, he’d sinned so completely. he stares at her text for an indescribably long time. who can gods turn to for assurance? he trusted in people but he can’t burden mortals with his problems, he could bless or absolve or aid them but it’s never the other way around. and in the meantime he’d so rarely even done that when he was a god who abandoned his responsibility.
his chest aches. he doesn’t respond. the wind flickers around him and then stills, then leaves the bar to go look for her then. whether she might be at her cabin or anywhere else. ]
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clarke offers what he had, back when he’d kissed her and pleased her. he knew he made a mistake. if a deity could be judged, he’d sinned so completely. he stares at her text for an indescribably long time. who can gods turn to for assurance? he trusted in people but he can’t burden mortals with his problems, he could bless or absolve or aid them but it’s never the other way around. and in the meantime he’d so rarely even done that when he was a god who abandoned his responsibility.
his chest aches. he doesn’t respond. the wind flickers around him and then stills, then leaves the bar to go look for her then. whether she might be at her cabin or anywhere else. ]