Homeless forever most likely.

[let_me_loose]

So one of the specks of dusts wishes to command me? The audacity of mortals will never cease to amuse me. However, you are no spawn of the gods. I need not get permission to bring you home with me.

Touch my hand. [He extends a blackened limb, his clear blue gaze unfaltering.] Look into my eyes. Age will come upon you and then you too will experience the beauty of death.

Comments

[let_me_loose]

That bored?

[golden_lyre]

Just about, yeah.

[let_me_loose]

I won't help you.

[golden_lyre]

I wouldn't accept it if you tried. The last time you helped me, it didn't turn out so well.

[let_me_loose]

Did you expect it to?

[golden_lyre]

[shrugs] I was young, hopeful, and painfully naive.

[let_me_loose]

And you paid for it.

[golden_lyre]

[His voice and expression harden.] Yes, I paid dearly for trusting the gods, for daring to make them feel something.

[let_me_loose]

We are not meant to feel the emotions of mortals. [He crosses his arms over his chest.] I, for one, never want to.

[golden_lyre]

Nor do I, but that hasn't stopped them from plaguing me.

[let_me_loose]

Everyone has their burden to bear - even the gods.

[golden_lyre]

Oh, yes. Your lives are so difficult.

[let_me_loose]

Far more than you know.

[golden_lyre]

What happened to, 'We can do what we like'?

[let_me_loose]

Some of us are chained down by our relations. I will attain my freedom soon.

[golden_lyre]

Good luck with that.

[let_me_loose]

I don't need luck.

[golden_lyre]

No of course. Forgive me. You're above such things.

[let_me_loose]

I make such things.

[golden_lyre]

What you make is not luck.

[let_me_loose]

No, you're right. I make fate.

[golden_lyre]

I can think of three women who'd disagree quite strongly with that.

[let_me_loose]

They have reason to fear me.

[golden_lyre]

That reason being...?

[let_me_loose]

They too were spawned from the gods.