"I can't craft life," He murmured. "And none but the dead come down here. There's no reason that it couldn't, but. The majority of the gods like to pretend that we don't exist. Perhaps because we'll exist long after the rest of them." He mused quietly, slowly stepping forward and running his hands over the bark.
"He deserves better than this place," He said, a little stiffly, after a moment. "But I will give him anything in my power."
Even Rey. He knew better to say that out loud.
He let his finger nails curl against the bark, slipping into the cracks and crevices.
"... I can't say I have a lot of ideas," he admitted after a moment. "I don't go above as often as he does. Zeus and Ares tend to take issue with me. The mortals think I start plagues." He was getting off topic. He cleared his throat and frowned.
"Point is, I've never... I've never actually been above, with him. At the same time. One of us always has to stay here. So I've never seen him under a tree, or... in a field, or... by a stream. I'm trying to picture it."
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"He deserves better than this place," He said, a little stiffly, after a moment. "But I will give him anything in my power."
Even Rey. He knew better to say that out loud.
He let his finger nails curl against the bark, slipping into the cracks and crevices.
"... I can't say I have a lot of ideas," he admitted after a moment. "I don't go above as often as he does. Zeus and Ares tend to take issue with me. The mortals think I start plagues." He was getting off topic. He cleared his throat and frowned.
"Point is, I've never... I've never actually been above, with him. At the same time. One of us always has to stay here. So I've never seen him under a tree, or... in a field, or... by a stream. I'm trying to picture it."