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[wimdy]

[ well, she does always have questions. but it's kind of admirable... and in a way it still kind of baffles him how intently she'd interrogated him way back when with mizuki. there are times humanity seizes knowledge from the gods, or eat fruit, or steal fire, or any number of divine quests. and then there are times the gods would bestow epiphanies and commandments and prophecies, and his creed was always-- ]

It's a song of faith, mutual faith between my followers and myself. All gods have different values and mine is...

What I treasure most in the world is freedom. Long ago I fought alongside people to free from the tyranny of the storms, and when I turned god I would blow the neverending winter away to bring flowers and spring. But the struggle was a mutual one with my countrymen. So my wish that I carry with the winds of time, even if I leave the country for so long, is that my people could set each other free with my blessing. That's the hope and prayer that I sing, in that hymn.

I could teach it to you, and songs of prayer, and belief. [ oh, how he wants. he'd fallen from godhood. he'd been spirited away from his homeland. the wishes and voices and faith from his church and people have disappeared, like he has appeared in a windless land--or, this one where the winds are foreign to him.

his hand alights to the top of her head, but only briefly, featherlight. like he had back when he'd found himself in her room, and then-- ]

... But perhaps not in person. [ no, he really shouldn't be around her. ]

[skaikru]

( ah right, that particular hiccup.

not that clarke's forgotten, she'd been the one to recently interject the idea of a need for space. but in this moment, coming down of the scent of foreign flowers and uncut oxygen whipping around them both in pleasant gusts of wind, well. that's like a bitterly cold splash of water to the face when she'd just been musing over the warm meanings of his song. )

...right.

( i think i originally wrote they took the elevator but this conversation is long af and better suited for a staircase so that's where we are now. magically. and clarke's now glancing towards the descending steps towards the next level specific door. they should... probably part ways. she even opens her mouth to offer some immediate excuse — she's got to go talk to another friend, or suddenly remembered needing to pick something up from somewhere. it would have been a lie artfully crafted too, not that it matters because what comes out of her mouth is — )

I resent that it's like this now. But it's for the best, for most of the people involved. Right?

( none the wiser of what exactly she'd just said, but at least confident in the closing argument vibe being projected, clarke gives a low effort nod. an i understand, because physical motion isn't impeded by the curse. then slides sideways to walk around him and grab hold of the railing and trot down a step. )

You know where to find — ( brain go truth brrr, tongue go waaaah ) — and how to avoid me.

[wimdy]

For the best, probably... [ when 'the people involved' are a slightly yan sea jelly, teenage warlord and serially-flighty ex-god then yes, what can you expect but a shitshow? he'd been selfish in wanting her... faith. wanting rather more now. selfish, in the way of the wind drawn to people and can't exactly be bound.

gods of other worlds could possibly take what they want from people carelessly as higher powers apart from humanity. he'd always admired people enough to try to live as one for so long but playing by human rules could still be so tricky... he's the type to naturally, easily be fond of and affectionate to others. jinx, mizuki, clarke in the new light brought upon with faith. his laugh is a bit strained, there's a pang to him as well when, ] Mm, well as I said, I already know I'm not fit to be with anyone in a real way. [ mizuki apparently wants to play relationships on hard mode, or even lunatic mode, in two different and opposite routes. ] I don't want to say I'm sorry for being with you, I liked it. [ and then, a somewhat rueful smile as he averts his eyes, he didn't even satisfy himself but even so, ] I'm glad if I could satisfy your frustration even a little, for a night.

And I'm glad if you don't resent me... too much.

[ it'd already been difficult enough having his friendship break with jinx, his relationship suffering with mizuki. the difficulty of being so fond of mortals and when they too might be attached to him back it could only cause problems. ]

I'll talk to you another time, Clarke. [ just, likely, not in person. the wind runs through her hair once more as he gives a little wave; the next she looks away he'd be gone. ]

[skaikru]

( all for the best, really.

that he's gone before she can let slip anything so incriminating as i liked it too. like that wasn't prevalent in her stutter-stop forced truths centered around earlier i want statements.

that he's gone before she can rail on a tangent of healthy relationship dynamics, climb up on her psychological soapbox despite having never been in one. rage against this messy polycule on the basis that there can't be true harmony once there's been murder. that fighting against one's true nature and attempting to stuff yourself into a box never did anyone any measure of kindness. it's not even about chipping away at their relationship until she gets a firmer handhold on both mizuki and venti, it's that this amalgamation of guilt and feeling cut off from what she'd hoped to pursue as a power source has been corrupted by personal drama is putting a serious cramp in her plans.

that he's gone before she can turn around and say i'm still so fucking frustrated. and thus clarke's only left muttering that particular confession to a relatively empty stairwell.

then, even quieter: )

Bye, Venti.

( like that's the end of it. of this, all of it. at least in the moment, she means it to be. )