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“………….Can I help you…?”
godoflorule:
“No, dating like…uh…wanting to be together? I mean, romantically?” Geez how do you explain this to a kid. He was obviously a kid, at least mentally. Gods didn’t always mature on an even rate. “I mean this shouldn’t be new to you. Your mom said she’s been with several other people. You exist for one.” Though how gods were made was kind of a weird thing. It wasn’t like people. You didn’t have to have intercourse in order to make a baby. Sometimes if feelings were strong enough it just…happened. Sometimes gods gave up their own life force to create something new. Lorin didn’t know. He’d never been a dad before. They had not really been his children. It was different.
Majora shrugged, lifting his shoulders. He didn’t know how he was made, didn’t know how Anselin was made, or Varro or Vayu or the bird twins. He just knew that he existed and that Nazili was maybe, probably his mother? That was an odd thing to think, really, but what other options did he have?
“Ooooh so like how the little princess likes the little hero.”
The small deity seems to go contemplative before he quickly returns to his wide grin. He loved his friends, would talk forever about them--about the little princess that was scared of him and the little hero that was good to him and all the things in between if Lorin let him. But right now he was focused on trying to figure out what this meant for him.
As if there were slow wheels turning in his head, Majora studied the dark-haired male before a lightbulb seemed to go off... Or rather, the little disc floating between his horns flared up. His grin widened to bizarre proportions.
“YOU’RE GONNA BE MY NEW DAD!”
