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Who: Venti and open /o/
What: laaate post-event thing for him, waking up from a little stress nap and being tiny.
When: near september!
Where: hurikane mostly!
Warnings: none really except maybe coming back from death and trauma-y memories if he talks about that. other than that he’s just a small fairy being an idiot.

[ it's not very responsible of him, but 1) responsibility and 2) venti: pick one. he is actually the kind of person who tends to disappear at occasional moments, sometimes at the most irresponsible times. he's also the kind who could stress-nap entire decades away, so maybe a good couple of days or even a week is being almost responsible for him. there's darkness, then he wakes up in bed rather unexpectedly and painfully by his new roomie. he processes that he's returned to life and rafaela is back and instead of talking to her or going out and checking on other people, why not just... go back to sleep. so he does.

a day later or so, he kind of disappears entirely, like wind invisible that may float away.

and maybe a week after that, the wind may slowly pull himself together. but he is weak, he's not terribly strong, he's rather tired and maybe lost more faith in himself. venti himself hasn't been around in a good while but a fairy-looking thing, something small and white that practically looks like a bird from a distance, would be slowly floating through the ship towards a bar. you can maybe find this creature:

1. fluttering rather dazedly, like a dizzy bee, charting a little path through the ship en route to deck five.
2. it seems to take breaks every so often to simply sit on the ground, or maybe even float to sit tiredly on your shoulder or head if you're nearby and make a nice perch.
3. sitting on the ground staring up at the door to hurikane, looking bemused at how to open it, chirping tiredly at you if you're nearby to please open the door!
4. if he manages to get in the bar, the critter is sitting on the counter making half-hearted little chirps to the ghost bartender who apparently doesn't get the hint that he needs wine.
5. eventually, or maybe a day later or so, venti would find it in himself to transform back and simply be found in hurikane at a table surrounded by bottles. he needs this, he really does.
(6. wildcard/anything else!! i might just make this a catch-all for september too i don't know yet) ]

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( it's the fairy-like creature that perches on her shoulder that's able to garner her sympathy. she would have ignored him at first had it not been the subtle and faint feeling of energy that comes from it.

honestly, sitting in front of a bar does no justice, and she wishes there was a more soothing setting she could immerse the creature in, unfortunately she finds that too much moving might be a bad thing.

curious as she is, pollux shifts just a bit so that she can hold the creature in her hand as she stares down at it. there's something special about him, but she doesn't dare try to pry yet, and instead figures out to remedy what ails it. )

You must be one of the many who have inhabited this ship for awhile.

( the longer their stay, the worse they get— their suffering is what natsuno had told her, and she wonders if he's managed to be subjected to that fate. )

I have an idea that may help, will you hear me out?

[ the small creature appears to be rather fatigued for some reason or another and maybe that's why it would flutter down to sit on any stranger rather than actually try to communicate or do anything remotely... useful or anything, like trying to transform back. he has little energy. he doesn't recognize this girl but she looks kind enough, surely she would make a kind perch.

however the moment he touches down on her hand there's the new feeling of divinity. he could feel it from her quite strongly, and it makes him perk up a bit more with a flutter of his wings and a rather surprised chirp. he himself has a similar yet foreign energy; like might barely recognize like, when they are both foreign gods not only to this world but also obviously each other. and he is rather weakened from lack of faith in himself, among other reasons. and his godhood had been taken from him but still that faint feeling is there, he was once a god for thousands of years.

he blinks at her twice, then nods his head in agreement. well he has the vague idea he could transform back after more... rest, or energy, but not quite right now. ]

( unknown divinity that she cannot quite place, but the feeling is there and undeniable to her, but her one worries comes from if he'll steadily lose despite her assistance. if she can keep the energy concentrated inside of him, then perhaps he can nurture what she offers into something stronger, and from there be able to regain his strength. it would be favorable for her, meaning that having the assistance of another god, even if she doesn't know his identity would be a good thing. if something ever happens to her then perhaps she can be treated in the same way, so there's nothing to lose from this.

she could do it here, but with so many people around she'd rather not draw attention to a weakened god— the old divine gods could if they felt threatened or mocked, but pollux sees no reason to highlight this grave error. with him in her hands, she slowly lifts from her seat while placing the creature against her chest, and making her intentions clear. )

We'll go to the deck together as the stars shine beautifully tonight, and I'll raise your spirits.

( her presence alone helps instill hope and determination to overcome the challenge that they face, and it wafts off her constantly. that energy happens to be separate from what she mentions, as her pace quickens down the hall and the heels of her shoes knock against the surface. )

You'll feel better after this, ( the moon's already upon them as the light of the stars twinkle bright above and the sea below crashes against the side of the boat. it's breeze is lukewarm, nothing too chilly, but this is the world's loving embrace to all those who encompass a ship of any kind. a familiar circumstance that she knows so well that puts her at ease, better than assisting someone around an unhealthy amount of booze.

now that would just help no one. ) I promise.

[ the feeling of this person… or rather, this goddess, is really taking him aback, her confidence and reliability that surely invites worship. and at this moment he might be near his worst, he could accept and be rather in awe of the presence of her as he cuddles close to her, slowly warming even if he’s originally and naturally cool to the touch. and his own divinity responds, a little weak, but there in the curl of wind that slowly and delicately curls around her, the wind of a god from another world, that scents faintly of a flower from another world.

he can’t really speak in this form. originally he was wind, he listens to people, he admires their voice and songs. and then he took human form and maybe he really admired drinking wine! a lot, too much, whenever life or everything became too much, maybe he uses it as a crutch far too much until he could seek out wine even when he’s in this form. but for the moment he could kind of forget it more as she takes him under the sky and his little eyes go up to the night, he makes a fainter little chirp, his wings whir with a little more response. the sky is more his home than anything even in another world. ]

( the wind that faintly touches her is like a clean breath of fresh air, or the faintest touch of an age old god patting her shoulder that she's done well, it feels reassuring despite how faint it is. she wants nothing more than to cradle this creature in her arms, allow the fairy rest so that he no longer shows his visible weariness. most would consider using what's left of their energy to progress, but for now he can rely on her to take him to and fro— wherever the wind may take her, she continues moving forward.

for a moment, it had felt that that gust was a garden, and she was surrounded by a sea of flowers and not salt water; she wonders what kind it was, one that she's never indulged in before. )

You agree, is that it? Yes, as long as one can lift their head towards the night's sky then the stars will always be one's guide.

( they've led humans, ancient ones, and far more terrifying creatures down a path towards their salvation; this is why she so wishes to do the same. the night sky shines beautifully mixed with the breeze, such a serene scenario to find themselves in around them, but the only difficulty is the creature in her arms that's akin to a dying star— it does break her heart, but the smile on her face never fades as they come closer to the prow of the ship, her feet slowly lifting off the ground until she's hovering over the railing so she can sit down comfortably.

her legs cross as she sits the creature down on her lap, arms wrapped around the waist. )

Lift your head high, little one, all those sparkling stars have the answer that you seek.

( as she is one of them, her father gifting both her and her brother the role of a constellation while she had already been a god; and that's why she closes her eyes as she waits for the creature to relax into her. a slow breath, and a small hum as she concentrates the power inside of her— the stars above seem to grow brighter, almost blinding, but it's not the one's above but the few that begin to appear around them before popping away, they're warm bundles of light that shimmer off pollux's skin that glows a radiant light.

however, the light isn't for show, for it's energy that she proceeds to circulate into the weary god, causing him to glow a bright gold; and this ability is meant to offer him strength. )

[ whatever mysteries the stars hold in his homeworld, it would be a secret that he may not share even yet to a traveler from beyond space. he knows well what power the constellations hold, when there are such astrologists who delve into fortunes and spells and speculations of destinies and futures, right in his very country. or even tried to divine into himself, but he had cast it away with wind. the stars are there and could be reliable for seafarers but might just keep hidden the truer nature of existence of his world.

here in this realm, the captain’s realm however the stars could be different, there’s no order to constellations at all, nightly the patterns could change. he had observed this even if he himself didn’t use the stars for guidance. the captain presumably doesn’t either. however they are there and exist, he finds his memory recalling back to star charts and the question of other realities and worlds, whether the lights out there might just be those.

there’s something less reliable about these constellations than, strangely enough, the presence of this stranger and new goddess. he accepts the power that she offers with a small croon, his eyes close as he feels it strengthen him. what had happened in the desert, the diner, the undead that had swarmed him when he was fatigued, the grip of limbs that tore him… it was like a bad dream. he wanted to sleep more and simply not think. he was always better at avoidance. something about her offer of strength to a small unknown creature like him is heartening. he could feel more warmth to him as his wings whir and the wind flickers around him with more certainty, ruffling his cloak and feathers.

maybe he could transform…? he chirps again as he tries to concentrate, the gold of her magic diffusing into blue-white of his as wind and anemo feathers coalesce around him, he tries to focus to change. ]

( these stars may not be part of her, the constellation of gemini might not exist and so she couldn't watch over everything here specifically. perhaps that's why she exists now to see them with her own eyes, to go out of her way to ensure their safety with both her body and blade. if her and castor were here from the start, could they have did something different to keep this creature from undue harm... or even anyone else? they are patrons of those who venture out at sea, they are the stars that guide them, and the wind that pushes their sails. she doesn't feel as though she failed this age-old god, no, she still feels like there's a chance to help him with the divine energy that she has.

this world may reject her efforts in the future, but she accepts all that comes, and even this isn't something she'll shy away from— if she can help by offering her energy, then it should be fine. it's part of her skillset, giving strength to her companions so that they can carry on. he shouldn't give up, there's still a chance, always an opening while he's still alive. the stories of ancient greek have never been happy ones, there's always a setback or a mistake that causes someone to lose everything, but the stars above still twinkled bright despite all of that; there was still something-- a set of someones that would keep their eye on them.

it's the wind that picks up, the gust of a reassuring breeze. it feels like support, a reminder that she should keep going as the soft ruffles of fabric flap in her ear; she notices that every so often that the night has been active ever since she met this fairy-like individual. the wind, oh there's so much said about the wind, the anemoi were gods who controlled the wind of a specific direction, and then their king, aeolus who offered odysseus a bag containing gusts of wind that he would open for the gusts of wind to blow their ship in all directions, and extend his voyage back home.

that's how the pick-up of wind feels, that there's a place for them to return to.

it steels her resolve as she offers more of her energy, the sparkles of light fluttering up and around them; attaching themselves to the fae before melting— or rather merging when his already glowing body. the ability doesn't seem to hurt the goddess at all, she manages without breaking a sweat, and continues to funnel that light into him. he'll grow warmer and warmer, it's a sensation only those of the stars would know, and something she continues to pass onto him. )

[ where stars are her origin, wind is his. he’d once been a strand of the thousand winds, uplifting birds and insects, flowing through forests and over rivers, buffeting and coaxing storms. after dying he’d simply wanted to sleep for maybe a decade. after falling asleep the second time he’d disappear into wind and slowly try to recover himself. as a wisp he could slowly absorb elemental energy and faith, lacking it in himself. and with the new offered power from pollux, celestial like this, maybe…

the little body glows, with a soft note, melodic like a wind breezing through leaves. the silhouette of it grows larger—

but only by a little bit, and when the glow of the light dies then the wisp is gone but a white dove hovers down to perch on pollux’s hand. transformation is actually not something he likes to do often. and maybe he’s still weak, maybe their magic isn’t perfectly aligned, they are both foreign to each other and this world. he could sense the faint similarity that connects them but even still it’s not completely compatible. however it’s much more vigorating than playing a waiting game or trying to drink his ass off. it shows in the slightly more pleased coo from the bird as he glances down on himself, head cocked.

he did mean to turn human, but he’s still tired… and honestly, being a creature of the sky comes more naturally to him than being human. he had never been human in the first place. he ruffles his feathers a little, puffs up in something like indignation, then settles again and croons a note of gratitude to pollux with a soft brush of his wing.

he’ll recover eventually. but he does seem a little more awake, just slightly, though the fatigue is still there. ]

( they have their differences, a disconnect in power where pollux derives from age old gods, but there are older gods; pre-olympians called titans that wandered the earth until her father and his siblings made a name for themselves. if she had that power of those rejected beings, would it have done more to help him? in the end, the progress is enough that something did move inside of the creature that now gently perches her hand in the shape of a dove. )

I know you mean no harm. ( as doves generally mean peace and romance, even aphrodite us depicted with dovers fluttering around her and resting on her hand. pollux is nothing like her, but she is a servant whose glow begins to die down, canceling anymore energy from leaving her body, and appears like a normal girl that hadn't just had stars floating off her body not too long ago.

stormy blue-grey eyes like clouds turning for the upcoming disaster meet with the bird's own, a kind smile as her other hand lifts up to rub underneath its beak and a little bit of the neck, scratching gently. )

But I am glad that something came from it, you look... lighter. It makes me happy.

( no longer heavy as he once was, but perhaps there are stages to this as her legs dangle off the prow; kicking back and forth as her fingers brush at the plumage of his chest. even the wing that strokes her hand makes her think for a moment, staring until she wonders if the action had been done with her brother, would it achieve even more? the constellation gemini consists of more than one being, but she won't rush to see that idea starred yet. she allows this creature to rest, and feel as though the progress they made is as good as any.

pollux lowers her hand so that the avian may rest on her lap, and if he does, she can gently run her fingers through his feathers. )

Let me know if I overstimulate you too much, you've been under quite the amount of stress... you should take care of yourself.

( her voice remains light, as so do her touches. )

[ 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. ]

There, there.

( she shushes him gently, letting her arms fall slack slightly just so he can get comfortable on her lap. lucky for you, venti, it's not like pollux wears too much clothes anyway so it's a mix of fabric and the skin of her leg he gets to be on. she does wonder if that's enough for him, really, her legs probably aren't as comfortable as a bed; so the idea to bring him along comes to mind. her cabin isn't that full, and she fully believes that izzy will be a little off kilter by the sight of another person, but a bird is a different story. as one bird is a symbol of voyage, then this one can be a symbol in another way— it all depends on how she spins it.

rather than a rigor mortis grip, is warm fingers that reassure than bring pain, pull him up than pull him apart. there's major differences in those touches, and despite not knowing what had transpired... she acts gently. )

Without air, birds couldn't take flight, but without wind then they couldn't fly faster to return home. It's important to know how it assists in the daily lives of many, and how terrible it'd be if it disappeared...

( she kicks her legs again as fingers continue to scratch and massage the body of the bird with her, and she doesn't even dare to look at him as her eyes watch the waters before her; wanting to see the stars and moon reflect. the silly bird sounds are cute for an animal, and whoever this unknown passenger is on this ship, she does hope that this eases his duress some. if he needs to rest his wings, then he can until he feels ready to fly again. )

With this said, individuals who take part on voyages tend to learn the value of swallows. ( talking to a bird about these things may be insane to some, and it's not if she can actually understand what his chirps and trills mean which might be a good thing for venti. a light scratch at the nape of his neck again, recalling that some voyagers will apply tattoos to their necks and arms. ) Even though you're a dove, you're pretty big stuff having guide me here, hehe...

( being important in many ways towards sea farers. )

[ what… what is this feeling. why is she so nice. all right so, maybe he could stand to be less of a nuisance to others and maybe in return be paid back with more kindness but it’s so rare to be pampered he practically feels at a loss. rather than seeking solace with others he’d prefer to just go and get drunk and pass out pathetically somewhere in an alley behind a bar or just in the bar itself when the ghosts don’t care.

her petting feels nice, her voice is soft and soothing. her lap is warm. her legs are nice… all right time to look away and maybe to the sky or something. on one hand, the memories of that evening in the desert are fading at unbelievable speed. on the other hand this feels so healing he almost has no idea what to do. he was a god, gods are for the people, despite being an absent god he did attempt to be there or help or gently guide others, but much more rarely was comforted himself. where did this woman come from, what goddess is she?? from the stars…?

his coo gets a bit more flustered as his eyes go half-closed and he leans in against the touch and scritching. why, why is this so nice? he’s not particularly sensitive as a wind wisp, being but a small step up from being wind itself. as a human… well, humans are humans. he’s a bird much much more rarely but isn’t exactly in the habit of it to get pampered.

he pecks at her fingers a little, not quite to get her to stop, just rather curious now and slightly more spirited. curious more about her, if he could ask her more about herself, but that’s hard for a bird to do. ]

( she could muse about the days of sail, the thrashing waters and blessed winds, and the people, oh, she could talk about them all from what she's seen. sharing those days with a bygone god perhaps sounds exciting, because one day maybe he too could tell of his travels and what he's seen. she's close to the idea as she feels him moving about on her legs, and not too long after his beak comes in contact with the tips of her fingers. playfully she drags her index flinger along the length of it until she reaches between the eyes, then further back to rub the feathers at the top of his head. )

Is there something the matter?

( not that she thinks she's doing anything bad to him, but she's even staring down into his beady, little eyes as though she can learn something from them. what is it that causes him to peck and draw her attention, this time rather than it being the wind that normally touches her, it's the creature directly. she should call this progress, a good one seeing how active he is! knowing her abilities was able to draw this much brings a smile to her face, and the backdrop of the stars and the night sky only draws out the ephemeral beauty of it— or so someone would say if they saw it. )

Ah, instead, how about we play a game!

( she seems willing if it'll help any nerves that the avian is having, or maybe it's not what she thinks it is? considering his actions, she should keep her thoughts open to other possibilities. )

You sing me a song when I guess right of what's on your mind?

( all birds have a sweet tune that they know well, and it would do better than nodding his head or lifting a wing; it'd give him something to do, maybe motivate the creature in little ways. whatever it may be, she draws her hands back to place them together; hopefully this game is good enough for the moment. )

[ oh, that…! he can definitely do that. he’d been so listless and dispirited a while ago but maybe it’s remarkable what a little doting and divinity and petting could do to a new bird who could slowly feel some amount of energy returning, as thoughts of the desert fade more. this time the wind that kicks up is a little more playful as he croons with more enthusiasm and ruffles his wings, a flick of feathers to her, his eyes brighter now.

as a wisp he could simply chirp and whistle… as a bird maybe vocabulary and communication could be just as questionable but still, he seems to have recovered enough to want to sing again, as he could. he came from the wind and what he loved about humanity, their independence and spirit for freedom, even more than wine… the songs through ages. he’d picked up on it instantly upon ascending. he nods his little head and nestles more comfortably to her lap, looking more anticipatory with a lift of feathers.

well he kind of doubts she could guess ‘are you depressed from dying recently’ but he is a musician and, slowly coming through a low mood, he may want to sing again anyway. ]

( he likes the idea, that's good. with him facing her properly, she now tilts her head down to watch him. what is it that she could ask, what would even get her on the mark? she should start small, and then build up to something until she can get the bigger picture. as a creature that's been on this ship, she wonders how long he's been here, and what he's seen. when she spoke with natsuno and he divulged the happenings here, and then johnny who spoke of various people dispirited from what's transpired, she's sure that's what happened to him. )

With the reaction you gave me, you must have been waiting to sing for awhile. It's unfortunate you've been so tired...

( her hand rests on his side, thumb slipping underneath his wing to massage the area with her thumb gently. a slow motion of up and down, but if he happens to smack her hand away she'll know better than to touch there again. at this rate, she's treating him with warmth and kindness to remedy his dilemma. )

So what is it that plagues your mind, hm... are you hungry?

( a good start, it's more about venti than her, but maybe that would work in his favor anyway? )

[ it’s not that, but maybe it’s a fair enough question to ask, he’d been so listless and quiet maybe anyone can assume he just needs food. he probably doesn’t exactly need that sustenance, he could maybe live off of wine and vibes and occasional worship.

so, his answering song, cooed with a dove’s melody, is rather melancholy in answering ‘no’ to food. if he really were in tune to being a bird maybe he might like birdseed or berries. the song is a little short but cuts off as she rubs him under his wings and he flusters again, flapping a little with a startled noise. oh, that part might be a little sensitive and he had no idea.

embarrassing. as nice as it is to be pampered, this woman is pretty formidable. the wind ruffles at him and her as he tries to flutter a bit more to her knee rather than her lap. if a bird could be red in the face, he would be. even an ex-god isn’t immune to being petted sweetly by a cute goddess. even if it felt nice… no, bad venti, he has to be a good bird or try. ]

Edited (actually this song is better) 2022-09-03 02:56 (UTC)

( a somber song to her question that declares her question had been the wrong one— if he's not thinking about food, then he's not thinking of drinking anything either. nothing that would help as sustenance, and maybe why would he after she had fed him some of her energy? she closes her eyes now, taking a steady, deep breath before exhaling so that she can look back down at venti curiously. what would he want her to know, what should she ask? what's too much that won't stonewall her efforts, but enough that they can go through it together? )

Forgive me, I'll keep my hands to myself! I didn't mean to scare you...

( with her hands finally distancing from the other who scoots to sit on her knees, pollux relaxes her palms against her thighs.

now she can finally take in his appearance from up and down, seeing what color his feathers are here, and how his eyes may match the palette. his shade probably looks nice with the backdrop of stars behind him. what a cute beast, especially in this form when all she wants to do is scratch at his nape again. sadly, she must keep her hands to herself.

if she's right or wrong, it's fine because she does like the melody he manages in this form. )

Do you want to stay with us tonight? There's enough space in our room.

[ it’d felt nice but a little… well, if he gets too pampered he wonders if it'll be unfair to mizuki, so. time to try to be good, as he puffs up his feathers again somewhat and coos to her in a slightly apologetic tone, trying to get across a feeling of ‘it’s fine’ somehow, as questionably as that could come through. the wind furls through her hair, like a gentle touch. his little feet perch on her knee as he considers this.

he does want to learn more about this mysterious goddess and he gets the feeling being near divinity could recover his strength more, he could probably transform back more fully if he tried again later. actually, he feels remarkably more rejuvenated and better, it really does take his mind off of the desert. so his answering little melody is more agreeable, and accompanied with a little nod of his head. sure, he could follow this girl.

what stranger danger? anyway he thinks his intuition is decent, and his read of people. she was kind enough to try to share her power with him, he could try to repay that after he recovers. ]

Edited 2022-09-03 16:08 (UTC)

That one sounds beautiful.

( she praises, it would go perfectly well with a lyre. a melody that could flutter along with the wind, trapped within the whispers and bypass someone as though a voice in their ear. it's even more apparent when a person is alone, and the secrets of the world comes put to tell them a secret they hadn't expected. that's how lovely this tune is as the dove sings, and rather than pet him, she decides to hum softly along with him.

her eyes close, and a hand raised over her heart as she matches the melody with him. she concludes her attempt just as fast as she started, allowing her efforts to drown into the air and appear pleased by the god's willingness. )

I'll take care of you tonight.

( servants have no need to eat or sleep, but perhaps doing so will make him more comfortable. that way he can fall into a deep slumber with her only for the next day to begin their new journey, at least she can start early in offering her power again. maybe it'll help? )

You don't have to be alone anymore, everyone seems to stick together to avoid dropping into an unpleasant mood. If only I had appeared sooner, I could have prevented the pain that you succumbed to... That is our purpose.

( a small tidbit about herself as a patron, but nothing more as she frowns only a little. her hand lifts to stroke the side of the dove's cheek before placing them back into the seat of her lap. she's meant to watch over those that sail and ensure no undue harm is placed upon them, but natsuno made her realize the pictures, and johnny had spoken about their feelings rotting on the ship as time goes on— that her energy would be a nice change.

she had been summoned too late, and to see one of those which she would protect in a lugubrious mood only worries her more. )

[ w-whoa, she’s singing with him… without prompting, so easily, when he’s usually had to coax others into doing so for some odd reason, people could be so shy to duet. understandably so, and maybe he’s a bird right now and that might make some difference but still. maybe the quickest way to win him over really is to share music with him.

that and she sure is confident, practically radiating proper divinity like this. he could say they have a difference in philosophy but now he kind of has to wonder if she’ll think less of him, a deity who’d practically run away from the responsibility of godhood, one who’d traveled and left his nation for long periods, one who’d hibernate for so long until calamity might befall his country and he’d awaken to desperate prayers and cries for help. the sobriety of realizing his own weakness when his godhood was taken from him, the vain wish that he could do more and yet when he himself had been spirited away from the captain here, there might be little he could do or has done. he’d fallen to the horde in the desert and failed to save someone who’d helped him. fallen asleep practically in sheer depression, running away from his problems and inadequacy. coming face to face with this woman who seemed so very convinced she could help.

maybe he too needed hope like this, when he wouldn’t want to burden mortals with his concerns and the his colleague deity had appeared and disappeared from this place. if there could be camaraderie between even across foreign gods he could try to forge it.

he flutters this time to her shoulder, balancing carefully there with a croon and another bob of his head, the descending chords of the snippet of song. that he approves of her harmonizing along! all right then, he could stay with her for a while. ]

I wasn't bad, was I?

( she'll take him coming to her shoulder as a good thing, laughing softly to herself as her hair lightly brushes against the creature's wings. with him so close, she happens to turn her head to get a closer look, and she finds that he's doing better every moment. it could be company that remedies the heart by having someone there so that no one shoulders these burdens alone. she offered her energy, her lap, hand and even her shoulder so it's not as if the other is alone anymore.

that's how divine entities keep their power as long as someone is there to remember them. without worship, without being known... they start to decline, but every moment pollux, who is a goddess herself, keeps the other in mind while even when she doesn't offer her energy. a bit of belief and faith goes a long way, her hopes to see the other come back from this despair that has pulled him down. that's how they work, she knows best considering her brother who by human hands had been plucked from grace— no different from an arrow cutting through.

and they fall, and fall, and fall until there's nothing to pull them out of that dark, sweltering pit of sludge that clings to their body.

for pollux, she believes there's still a chance as she brings her legs up from dangling over the railing, and now standing on top of it properly without breaking a sweat. her balance perfect as she extends out her arms to keep her centered as she walks the thin rail down the prow until she's closer to the deck's surface before jumping down, bringing the god in tow. )

This might sound silly, but I never asked... how are you feeling now?

[ he’s awfully biased, it might just be that anyone who cares to duet or harmonize with him, he would think the world of their ability. singing talent isn’t so limited to just being on-key or melodious, he thinks. and there’s just this, her voice is lovely. so he could easily coo a happier note in response to the question, noticeably brighter-eyed and… not necessarily bushy tailed, but he fans out his feathers, fluffs up more warmly and animatedly.

more recovered than a dizzy little wisp floating towards a bar and landing on strangers.

normally he’d be much more concerned for mortals walking the rail but she is clearly a goddess, she must be capable whether she’s of the stars rather than wind like he. … well on the off-chance she happened to fall maybe he really could try to transform in reflex to try to save her. for now he furls his wings a little, gives a few experimental flaps before lifting from her shoulder to hover a small spiral in the air above her. and this might seem to rejuvenate him above almost anything, flight and being in the air again. this really is where he belongs.

the memory of his wings torn in the desert—a momentary falter, but then he recovers and hovers alongside her with a drift of sea wind. ]

( her hands press together in front of her chest, a smile grows wider on her lips as her eyes are unable to see anything else but him; to see him in the sky with so much energy, it warms her heart. pleased to be in this presence, her thoughts hold true that all it takes is company and seeing hardships together with another person. at the start, he was weak and could hardly move; he was a ghost of what he used to be in his first form, and now he's taken on something strong, a symbol to humans that look up into the sky and want to be closer to the clouds.

there may hardly be any clouds out tonight, but the stars that shine various colors of blue and white light up his feathers and the scene displayed before her. with a gasp, thankful, she speaks up lively. honored almost as she lifts up, the laurel wreath glowing softly that brings out the sparkles in her eyes. her own excitement. )

You're beautiful when you're in the sky... what a sight to see.

( she keeps her gaze focused on him as he soars the sky beside her, almost like it's a one in a million chance to ever see this. it'll be something she commits to memory, unforgettable as she remains in awe for a little while longer while walking forward. the heel of her shoes knock against the wooden surface of the deck, and though her eyes remain slotted into place on him, she does well in not walking into anything around her. )

I almost don't want to leave if that means I can watch you like this, ( free, unrestrained, and with energy that he didn't have before. ) but I promised you the comforts of our temple.

( and she have to keep that promise, it's why she continues moving without pause while also wanting to get her fill of him from this angle. )

[ whoa, she’s a flatterer. if he were any worse a bird, maybe a bowerbird could try to give her a flower in return, not that there are any flora on this ship and in this realm. maybe he could be a bird of paradise and do stupid dances. as it is maybe he could have a bit of elegance as a white dove of peace, all he needs is an olive branch. but all he really needs is the sky, he could brush wings to her hair soft before spiraling up a little more to the night.

it seems they will need to head back inside but before doing so—a short flight. one that practically recovers him like nothing else, even the stars and power she had offered him, though that and her kind words are a salve like the updraft of his own wind. he coos another short melody before doing a small circuit of the sky above the deck, not quite straying far but simply enjoying the night air, sea wind, patternless stars. everything dangerous that had happened on land, when the undead had dragged him down… he could forget for a while longer in flight.

it lasts for only a few moments and then he descends in a drift of feathers, which is more the sign of his magic, white-blue-green then disappearing. and then he lands on her head, looking finally more cheerful than anything as he preens a wing and tucks a feather to her crown, then flaps a wing out in a ‘let’s go’ kind of gesture. something of his natural playfulness finally returning.

there are no holy sites on this ship so she must be talking about her room. maybe she may as well make it a shrine or temple if she inhabits it. ]

( a token of appreciation is how she takes the gift, tucked beneath her crown and up against her hair. she can feel the light breeze that comes and goes, blowing her hair and flickering the feather alike. she indulges in this kindness and his warmth, lifting a hand to touch the feather gently before drawing away. the smile on her face is a testament to her happiness, never wavering as she brings her companion along with her who remains still on her head.

her hands are placed up front, holding them gently as she makes her way down the hall in silence. she is a little saddened that they must leave from the stars to closed quarters, but she should take his willingness and energy as a sign of good things to come. it's not as if they'll be parted from the stars forever as both she and her brother are both one in the same.

they'll always be a shining light coming from either of them, and so the god she carries will never truly miss the night sky filled with a myriad of different stars. )

You're too kind. I'll make sure to cherish it.

( she murmurs gently, just in case it's too much to say as she's probably said enough, or too much. people can only take so many compliments, and she wouldn't want them to come off insincere.

slowly she passes by various entertainments, keeping her head held high, but also tickled if anyone passes her to eye the company she's with— maybe it's rare to see an animal on the ship? as they come along the cabin numbers, she begins to pass each one until she's standing before cabin 143. )

Remember this number well if you ever need anything.

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now venti dont be cute shes gunna think youre an animal she can take home

whoops he gotta not follow cute goddesses home

is it following if she takes him? faenapping, godnapping... happens in greek mythos all the time

he might be a fuckboy weak to cute girls and literal goddess so yes take him away right tf now

when cabin 143 has a pet fairy bird god and pollux is like someome had to take care of him

steal him away tbh bc his bird roomie legitly wants to kill him

now venti what did you DO TO GET IN TROUBLEEE and yes she will be taking him home now, her bird

he was being an idiot who broke her friend’s heart so whoops

venti... have you changed your ways, have you stopped being a heartbreaker (marina verse here)

maybe nothing can stop him except death

nooo venti you can't be trampling over people's hearts!! what abt your heart!

don’t care about his heart he doesn’t deserve it!!!

cant believe zombies ripped him apart but no one ate his heart sighs

that means pollux totally can tho

are you going to serve it to her on a silver platter ...

yes, bone apple tea ♥️🍽

he has to prepare it for her, so make sure he's on his final leg when he does!!

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