❛ Do you believe the Gods to hate us? ❜ A sharpness in their words were piercing, humbly so as their tone was not meant to slaughter their company. It was the words itself that were cruel, but the softness of the voice and worried nature is what brought their intentions to the light. Arita’s arms curled around their body, nine limbs wrapping around a petite frame seemingly chilled by the weather. They’ve always worn the same clothes since youth, since the fall, since their journey continued. They would mend them as time went, but they had gotten frayed and thin.
The war god’s lips painted, stained red, parted once more to speak to the musician. ❛ I do not mean to say, that the Gods hate you, but do you think so? I sometimes believe they hate me quite a bit. I must reassure myself however, this is simply their plan and they feel neither here not there about it. ❜ They wish to mend the relationship with their Gods as they have with their clothes. But even with so much work, it’s bound to fall apart eventually. @uncompose
