[A caveat they were unaware of. The indignity of it sticks in Hayame's craw, she swallows the pointless protest that such things weren't supposed to happen with deals the likes they had made-
Because when had this place ever followed the rules.
The bleeding together of their senses, this time, not just the plain crimson of blood, makes it clear that they both have teeth. They both are willing and ready to bare them. At the edge of the desert, cold gusts of snow disturb the sand.]
A god.
[She repeats it because she doesn't want to believe it, even though this place had so many impossible things in it.]
How does a god get taken from his world?
[They're supposed to be gods. That was the entire point. But she cannot help but feel bitterness obvious and resentful in her hearts. Of course. Of course the only god who would bother with something like her was a god of war.]
no subject
Because when had this place ever followed the rules.
The bleeding together of their senses, this time, not just the plain crimson of blood, makes it clear that they both have teeth. They both are willing and ready to bare them. At the edge of the desert, cold gusts of snow disturb the sand.]
A god.
[She repeats it because she doesn't want to believe it, even though this place had so many impossible things in it.]
How does a god get taken from his world?
[They're supposed to be gods. That was the entire point. But she cannot help but feel bitterness obvious and resentful in her hearts. Of course. Of course the only god who would bother with something like her was a god of war.]