It's part of the whole god package. *he nods, like he really understands at all, and reaches out absently, stroking her hair* So, that's, like, normal, right?
Best gig going, for the most part. *he snorts* He gets a horny Delia -- I think he'll be just fine. Unless, uh, you meant that he should get something, too, like, um, ringworm or something.
*he stops, blinking -- no one's ever asked him that before* Huh. Well, there are a lot of things that I like about being a god. But I think one of the things that I like best about it is the fact that I don't have to fear a lot of the things that mortals need to fear -- I already know what eternity is, what my part in it is. There's no need for me to question what happens after, because there is no after. There only is. I'm free in a way that mortals never will be, even as I have my role to play. *his grin flashes wickedly* And darkness, there's something awesome to be said for being a sex god and getting to worship myself with willing, nubile flesh for all time.
*he laughs* I didn't mean for real! I just didn't know if you were annoyed that you're horny and Danny doesn't get the sex mojo flowing the way you are with the hormones.
So you fear nothing, you know all, there is no mystery. Don't you think that could also be the worst thing about being a God? I mean you don't have the luxury of wondering if it's going to rain that day, or what you're going to see in the subway.
*Grins and rolls her eyes* Yeah, sure, rub it in. I hear them.
I'm not annoyed. Frustrated, sure, but that's the hormones talking again.
There is mystery. *he frowns, not sure that he's explaining it right* There's -- a pattern to time, to its movement. I don't know everything, don't think I'd want to. I think that there would be nothing to be gained from knowing everything before it happens, and I think I'd go mad without the ability to be surprised. It's part of why I like you so much -- you can surprise me like few others can. But the fear of death is what I don't have to deal with. I don't have a moment to moment prescience, or anything like that. But I can look at any point from here into the great, wide forever, and there I'll be.
*he grins back* What can you do, you know? I mean, it is who I am.
Frustrated about . . . what, exactly? Baby, I'm lost and confused.
Ahhhh . . . *She nods her head slowly, thinking about what he's saying.* I gottcha, I misunderstood, but that does make sense. It's lack of fear, and specifically the fear of death that you are saved from. Though there are some people who aren't afraid of death and they aren't immortal gods.
That is an amazing gift you know, to see out through such awesome depths.
A tiger can't change its spots.
Hmmm have you ever been in sync with someone, just totally right in their head? Everything clicks, physically emotionally? Then one day wham, you're cut off? That's how I feel.
*he nods* Yeah -- that's my bag. *he smiles* Well, I am the deepest, don't you know. *his face softens* It is.
And why would the tiger want to? I'm the biggest, baddest cat there is.
*he nods slowly* To a point, with my brother and sister. It's -- more complicated now, but yeah. *he takes a deep breath* Baby, is it -- is it the mother in law? Is she the problem now?
I do know it, other wise I wouldn't be your high priestess. *Reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair gently.*
Damn skippy peanut butter, Azzie.
Don't you hate that? That disconnect? No matter what you do you can't seem to get it back. *Shrugs* That and stress at work, he's feeling like he's not doing his part.
*leans into the hair petting, smiling contentedly*
Damn skippy peanut butter indeed, babe. *he grins* I'm going to have to start saying that now, you know. You always have the best expressions.
I do hate it. Part of it's normal, I guess. They've both found lovers, Circe's married -- it's not like it used to be. I just haven't figured out what it's going to be now and I wish it were easier to do. *he looks at her* Danny's a good guy, Delia. He'll come around, and the two you will be stronger than ever.
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*he laughs* I didn't mean for real! I just didn't know if you were annoyed that you're horny and Danny doesn't get the sex mojo flowing the way you are with the hormones.
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*Grins and rolls her eyes* Yeah, sure, rub it in. I hear them.
I'm not annoyed. Frustrated, sure, but that's the hormones talking again.
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*he grins back* What can you do, you know? I mean, it is who I am.
Frustrated about . . . what, exactly? Baby, I'm lost and confused.
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That is an amazing gift you know, to see out through such awesome depths.
A tiger can't change its spots.
Hmmm have you ever been in sync with someone, just totally right in their head? Everything clicks, physically emotionally? Then one day wham, you're cut off? That's how I feel.
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And why would the tiger want to? I'm the biggest, baddest cat there is.
*he nods slowly* To a point, with my brother and sister. It's -- more complicated now, but yeah. *he takes a deep breath* Baby, is it -- is it the mother in law? Is she the problem now?
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Damn skippy peanut butter, Azzie.
Don't you hate that? That disconnect? No matter what you do you can't seem to get it back. *Shrugs* That and stress at work, he's feeling like he's not doing his part.
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Damn skippy peanut butter indeed, babe. *he grins* I'm going to have to start saying that now, you know. You always have the best expressions.
I do hate it. Part of it's normal, I guess. They've both found lovers, Circe's married -- it's not like it used to be. I just haven't figured out what it's going to be now and I wish it were easier to do. *he looks at her* Danny's a good guy, Delia. He'll come around, and the two you will be stronger than ever.
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