Jul 24, 2007 09:38
She didn't trust him. He didn't blame her. In fact, he rather respected it, in a manner of speaking. It wasn't so easy to respect someone who trusted him merely because he smiled pretty. Much easier to respect someone who didn't trust him at least in part because he smiled so pretty.
But just because she didn't trust him didn't mean she wasn't at least a little intrigued by him, he was sure. He had, after all, something she didn't.
Power.
Even if his wasn't what it used to be, either -- not that he'd admit that -- he still had it. There were still those who believed in him, spoke to him, lit their little candles in his name, and sometimes even sent him booze. That was more than could be said for a long forgotten goddess of a long forgotten time.
He wondered if it bothered her. If she was jealous at all. Blue with envy, perhaps, and that thought made him smile. He wondered if she blushed ever, and if her skin turned a deeper blue or some shade of violet. It might be worth discovering, if it could be done.
He'd just have to see. Either way, it was sure to be fascinating.
Just like her.
illyria,
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