#ic;malus

   A languid smirk took over her expression as she drew nearer to the god, and a half-hearted shrug was given in response to his statement. “Maybe, maybe not. You don’t seem against it either way, otherwise you would have said so, no?” Her movement closer to him would stop at a reasonable distance instead of pushing her luck. Luckily for him, she didn’t look to be in a bothering mood. “Come now, all gods must take a break every now and again. Why not take one with me? You don’t seem too terribly busy.”

   The goddess glances at him, blinking all eyes a few times while she decided how to react. Was she going to play into this obvious ploy for him to entertain himself? Sure, why not. "What? Do you want me to beg for you to view me as my title? I can try. Ahem." Feet would be planted on the floor and hands clasped together in a praying pose. "Oh, pretty please consider me chaotic enough for my title. I will simply keel over if I can't be viewed as chaotic by you. Oh, I might just lay here and rot from the sadness I feel at not being chaotic enough for you. Oh, boo hoo. Sob, sob." Hardly convincing.

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | You confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

   “Oh, darling, that’s not how you do it. You take a breathe, take the shot, then breathe out. It takes away the bite. Unless you like the bite, then I suppose you’re doing it just fine. I enjoy bites, just not ones from drinking alcohol, you see.”

   This was why she’d taken her time in making her some chili. Gods didn’t necessarily have to eat, therefore she should really appreciate the effort gone into such a good human food... She would only hope that Aaditi wasn’t vegetarian.

   Walking up to the supposed source of the bit of anger, she fixed her veil to cover her face properly before speaking in her usual soft, nearly inaudible tone, “How are you feeling, dear?” And, yes, she was fully aware that having a woman dressed in a full wedding outfit whisper to you was what one would consider creepy. Did she care? Not in the slightest. She would be doing what she wanted, and this is what she wanted to do: find out what was wrong, even if it meant being creepy.