[ there are times he really thinks he’s bad at… perhaps, either reading people or anticipating what they’d think of him or what they want from him. if he thinks of it too much, it’s tiring. it might be the unique position of him when he’d actively left the responsibility of being god and tried to get closer to humanity but the bounds of expectations, what people want of him—there are times he really wants to leave it all, if he thinks about it.
but he appreciates the pillow, her thoughtfulness. he peers at the third bed, makes a questioning crooning kind of sound in his throat, then settles on the surface of the pillow with a puff of feathers, preening a wing, then cocking his head at her.
the feather from the body of a god, even a transformed one, could hold minor divinity. he supposes he’d never exactly been in the habit of telling people to enshrine any relics of his, and she’s also a goddess. it’s nice that she seems to treasure the feather, but she could do whatever she’d like with it. maybe even put it inside the pillow. he makes a thoughtful sound, then glances around the room more deliberately. it’s difficult to communicate but maybe, if her cell phone might be around…? ]
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but he appreciates the pillow, her thoughtfulness. he peers at the third bed, makes a questioning crooning kind of sound in his throat, then settles on the surface of the pillow with a puff of feathers, preening a wing, then cocking his head at her.
the feather from the body of a god, even a transformed one, could hold minor divinity. he supposes he’d never exactly been in the habit of telling people to enshrine any relics of his, and she’s also a goddess. it’s nice that she seems to treasure the feather, but she could do whatever she’d like with it. maybe even put it inside the pillow. he makes a thoughtful sound, then glances around the room more deliberately. it’s difficult to communicate but maybe, if her cell phone might be around…? ]