[ She says it mildly, without any real heat. A truth she won't admit to is she doesn't want to forget anything. Not more. Even if she feels herself, feels whole, it feels like with more time - there's more loss. ]
[ - She shakes it off. Doesn't matter. There will always be the other gods. So she rolls her eyes at his antics, breathing a puff of air that sends hair flying as she adds: ]
You're always the humble one. [ Undoubtedly, that was sarcasm. ] Sometimes. Not this time.
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[ She says it mildly, without any real heat. A truth she won't admit to is she doesn't want to forget anything. Not more. Even if she feels herself, feels whole, it feels like with more time - there's more loss. ]
[ - She shakes it off. Doesn't matter. There will always be the other gods. So she rolls her eyes at his antics, breathing a puff of air that sends hair flying as she adds: ]
You're always the humble one. [ Undoubtedly, that was sarcasm. ] Sometimes. Not this time.
What do you have in mind?