despairinversion
Despite everything, Mica’s still a God, and a damn altruistic one at that. There’s nothing he wants more than to bring his poor little lost lambs back to his flock. And that’s why, perhaps, he often finds himself gravitating toward people who seem broken in some way.
“It’s pretty hard to frighten me, miss,” he answers after a beat. “What’s the matter? Can I help?”
Oh— that’s not what she was expecting ( then again, she’s not completely sure what she was expecting, but an offer of help is one that she thinks that she wouldn’t have predicted regardless ). It leaves her just a bit speechless, a hint of blue eyes peering up for a brief moment before darting back away; mulling over what to say.
It must be nice, she thinks, to not have much fear ( she lived like that once, when she didn’t know— granted, she doesn’t know much now either, but there’s a difference, somewhere that made her start to fear it ). “...No, it’s okay.” She settles on saying, mostly because— where to start, she doesn’t know where to start, anyways. “S-Sorry if I bothered you.”











