#tqinterstellar

The sealed god was silent for quite some time after the anon's question, acting almost as if they hadn't heard them at all.

They had spent a few weeks now holed up in their office, recovering slowly from their seal clamping back down upon them, and the healing process had been long, slow, and painful...

And now there were, as always, anons prying into their private matters.

"Can you please leave me be?" they asked in earnest, not quite in the mood, nor with enough energy, to speak to an anon about such ordeals, currently.

That being said, their question did light a spark in their mind, and, sitting there, it began to grow...

Marriage: when had they last been married? A long time ago, if ever, now, they concluded. It had been centuries since their last stable relationship, and even then it hadn't been anything concrete enough to consider doing any rituals or traditions of pair bonding...

Could they even marry their beloved one, really?

She was a space entity, a very embodiment of the universe itself: would she even consent to it? Were such things even comprehensible to her? Could they, a mere fallen god, even propose such an absurd thing as a social contract made by humans to her? 

They were in love with her and she with them, was it even necessary?

All questions they were a tad too tired to tackle now, but, tired as they were, they did take them to heart, and honestly...

"...it was a long day."

Hardly an excuse, but they figured they'd at least try. Regardless, they step around the puddle of hot cocoa on the ground and embrace their bae, holding her close and just sort of...

Standing there for a time, basking in the familiarity and comfort of her presence, quietly and sweetly whispering, their words muffled by their face being pressed down against her shoulder:

“What is this, well...”

They tilted their head, glancing off to the side, thinking...how best to explain it?

“...I was afforded three new forms by a magic anon curse, and, well, you’ve already seen the other two.”

They gave a slight shrug...a shrug that could shake off a small mountain’s worth of material if they were out of the water, but a shrug nonetheless. 

“I decided I might try and use the last available form to try and return to...what I was like before I was sealed.”

They pet the mun again, less out of affection and more just...seeking comfort. As exhilarating as it was to have such a powerful form again, remembering their sealing was not a pleasant experience...in fact, it might very well be the fact that they were currently in a such a powerful form and with someone they love and trust that they were able to talk, think about it all. 

Their sealing was their most traumatic memory, after all. 

“This isn’t...exactly what I was like before, it’s a bit small and doesn’t have even a fraction of the power I used to have before, but it’s...nice.”

They glance skywards, focusing on the light filtering down from above, thinking of the sky overhead, the vastness of space beyond it...could a being that couldn’t even remember their home be homesick?

“It’s hard to describe in a way...I’m not frightening you, am I?”

Well, as much fun as that did sound, they had other concerns at the fore of their mind:

“Is there anything you wanted to do with me, first? I don’t want to just buzz off and leave you here when we’re supposed to be hanging out together...”

Mmmmm, they didn’t like the sound of that. They floated over towards her, gently nudging up against her, giving one big nuzzle with their head.

“Nah, if you can’t come with me, I’m not going to abandon you here, dear.”

They floated there for a time, quiet and peaceful, even closing their eyes for a time.

The shopkeeper was winding down for the night, about to turn in and sleep, actually, when…

“…?”

What was that smell? It was sweet, and as they stepped over towards it, they spotted-

Oh no: a slice of cake, waiting for them, their’s for the taking.

“…”