accidentallymagic:
“Is that what you think of yourself? That the only trait the divine might see in you is your physique?” His voice was soft, uncharacteristically gentle, as he circled the magician. “We Gods are not meant to be solitary creatures. We are meant to be adored, to have company for as long as we so desire it: Bacchus had his Maenads, Eros his soldiers, Hades his shades… But I?” He sighed. “Very few wish to worship at my altar. I want not your body, Quinton. But your devotion.
“I can heal you of all wounds, mental and physical. Give you a purpose and a reason to be happy.” The God repeated. “In exchange, I ask only that you direct towards me the same endless optimism and loyalty that you show towards magic and Fillory.”
Quinton’s eyes followed the God as he circled around him in a way that wasn’t...well, intimidating, he could say that much. “Well, I feel a little bit insulted you don’t want my body.” It was sarcasm as he swallowed lightly, his adams apple bobbing as he did. His eyebrows farrowed slightly as the God continued to speak. His love for Fillory was exactly why Jane Chapman had started her time loops all that time ago. It’s amazing how much that magical place seemed to have a effect on his damn life. “You’re aware my history of Gods is’nt exactly...great right? I killed Umbra by setting him up to be killed by Ember and then I stabbed Ember. Not to mention my friend Juila-..” There’s a soft sigh there because got knows that’s a topic he’s not wanting to bring up. “Well, I guess she is a god now. I think. Kinda confused on that actually.” He added, reaching up to part his long hair for a moment.
“It’s sort of a fools promise, though, is’nit? feeling my mental wounds? Making me happy? Nothing like that comes without a price.” he pointed out as he shifted on the spot.
