{ he doesn't normally tell mortals. they get irritating, demand things, or worse, run from him in fear. it's not pleasant. after the fall of the greek gods and rise of western gods, mortals became less inclined to worship with gifts and prayer. as a result, most gods went underground, stayed hidden from view and only answered to the chosen few that still remembered.Â
        which was fine, in a way. aidon was used to being ignored. he didn't sparkle like crystal waters, or glow with the rays of a thousand suns. his hair didn't halo about him, he did not sleep around, he merely did the job that no one else wanted.Â
            and for that, he is f e a r e d and h a t e d. }
"Jeffrey, come in. It's cold outside-- I don't want you to get sick."Â
     { in one hand is a plate of not peanut butter cookies (chocolate chip, instead), and draped across his shoulder is a blanket, just waiting to be wrapped around jeffrey's body. }