[ this girl sure is incredible... as in, he really isn't used to being offered a share of power like this, recuperative and spiritually healing. as divinity goes it could be so damning that he could feel so powerless, that despite his intentions and efforts it seems he can do little to help others through whatever games the captain likes to throw them into. despite losing godhood he still tries to play at being fine, be at least a little reliable as much as it practically goes against his nature. and then he'd seen the dead in the desert, they had grasped onto him, there's a brief shiver that goes through him as he ruffles his wings and recalls how their rigor mortis grip had...
then pollux's hand is there gently scratching his neck and he lets out a slightly startled sound, feathers puffing again. oh. that's nice. it feels nice... who is this person?? is she an angel??? from whatever he knows of angels from reading books and picking up on things since coming to this world. good thing birds can't blush. for a moment there she almost was like a galaxy with the vision of stars around her, it was surrealy beautiful... he could rarely be so charismatic when he rarely showed up as a god at all throughout history, and then he'd lost his godhood. and after that recent death, he's now a bird.
and being coddled now.
and it feels quite nice... his silly bird sounds are almost flustered, his nape puffs as he wriggles a little in her lap but he makes no move to fly away yet. at least, this is really taking his mind off of what happened in the desert. is it okay for him to just enjoy this for a while? he's still tired. maybe he won't turn down pampering, as a stupid once-god who can't even turn human right now out of stress depression. ]
steal him away tbh bc his bird roomie legitly wants to kill him
then pollux's hand is there gently scratching his neck and he lets out a slightly startled sound, feathers puffing again. oh. that's nice. it feels nice... who is this person?? is she an angel??? from whatever he knows of angels from reading books and picking up on things since coming to this world. good thing birds can't blush. for a moment there she almost was like a galaxy with the vision of stars around her, it was surrealy beautiful... he could rarely be so charismatic when he rarely showed up as a god at all throughout history, and then he'd lost his godhood. and after that recent death, he's now a bird.
and being coddled now.
and it feels quite nice... his silly bird sounds are almost flustered, his nape puffs as he wriggles a little in her lap but he makes no move to fly away yet. at least, this is really taking his mind off of what happened in the desert. is it okay for him to just enjoy this for a while? he's still tired. maybe he won't turn down pampering, as a stupid once-god who can't even turn human right now out of stress depression. ]