Potential
Logan had been a scholar when they met. A studious man. A little serious, but kind hearted. He meant well. He spent hours each day in his study, creating meticulous notes and drawing diagrams. When he ran out of room or places to store his findings, he'd bind them in a book.
And Logan had many of these books. Books in general, really. And scrolls. No bookcase could ever hold the amount he had.
He wanted to share his findings with his peers, but none would heed him. He wasn't of noble blood like the rest of them, and as such his word meant little. Which was rather unfortunate, for he had much to say.
He'd often ramble to himself as the sun settled on the horizon. He'd talk as though he weren't alone, as if he were having a chat with a friend. It helped him think, get the gears going. Made issues easier to spot.
And during one of these times, unbeknownst to himself, he'd gave the audience he so desperately craved.
Patton wasn't normally inclined to set foot in a mortal's home without their knowledge. But this was different. And, as he sat in the window, one could argue that he had yet to step into the dark haired man's study.
He had seen Logan around while he did his usual work. Saw how he was so blatantly ignored. And that didn't sit right with him. This man was clearly passionate about his studies. He had every right to speak and be heard.
And Patton would listen to him, each night for the past... oh he didn't even know how long. He figured it was time he made himself known.
"You make a lot of points." He spoke up from behind him, a deep laugh echoing through Logan's home when the spooked scholar jumped. "Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."
Logan is staring right at this... this-no, no this was no man. Not with that ethereal glow about him.
"May I come in?" Ah, yes. He was sitting in his window, one leg bent with his elbow resting on it, and his other hovering just an inch above the floor. He had one arm keeping himself steady and braced-but after Logan gave a nod(because what else was he meant to do?)all he could focus on was the fluid movement of the god's robes when he stepped inside.
Logan finds his voice, "What... what can I do for you?" He asks the god, watching him move about his study with quiet interest. But his words seem to surprise him.
"What can you do for me? I've been around for thousands of years and you're the first to ask me that." He smiles, and Logan finds himself melting at the dimples.
This god was quite handsome. And the face was familiar-Patton. This was Patton. But-what did a fertility god want with him? He dealt with judgment as well-but surely Logan hadn't done anything to call for divine intervention. He's thinking all of this, but he's also thinking about how none of the depictions of Patton have gotten the freckles right.
"I have a feeling, tell me if I'm right." Patton moves closer, walking slowly around Logan. "I believe... you wish to improve the lives of those around you. To make things more..." he feels as though he's being appraised. "Efficient. Is that right?"
He nods, leaning against his desk. If only to keep himself steady.
Patton's lips twitch, "Use your words, you were given a voice for a reason." He chuckles.
"I-yes, but..."
"But the people won't hear you. I noticed. Must admit I've been watching you for while. Unfortunately, I can't do much in way of making them listen... but, I have a proposal."
Logan knew all too well that mortal dealings with gods could go many ways-and they weren't always good. "And that would be..."
"Take my hand, and become a god. You could do so much more with time and eternity at your fingertips."
Logan stood, slack jawed. "I... a mortal cannot just-godhood is for-for legends! Heroes! Those who have faced countless trials and I-I am but a scholar. I've done nothing special. "
"You are so much more. I see great potential in you, Logan. Heroes become gods because of the good they've done, but you? You can become a god to do the good."
This was a lot for Logan to wrap his head around. "I... may I think it over?" What if this was a dream? Yes. He's asleep at his desk again.
Patton smiles, "Of course. It's a big decision after all." He stands before him, "But I don't believe in parting without leaving a gift, so..." he thinks for a moment, fingers tapping along his chin. "Ah, I know." He snaps his fingers, and a basket of fresh fruit has appeared on Logan's desk. "I'm a little limited on what I can create," he tells him, taking a grape from the basket. "But I've been told my fruits are quite exceptional."
Logan should not be staring at the god's soft, sweet lips as he raises the grape to it.
"Ah, where are my manners?" Patton's laughter will not be leaving Logan's mind anytime soon. The god offers Logan the grape, the same one that had just brushed his own lips but moments before. The scholar would have normally been repulsed, but he finds himself accepting this treat. It's... exceptionally sweet. But he can't quite focus on the taste when Patton's fingers ghost his bottom lip.
"I do hope you accept my offer, Logan." Patton smiles, gone by the next blink.
Logan stands in his office, hand to his mouth. Did... did he just have an indirect kiss with the god of fertility?
His thoughts are interrupted by a gentle breeze, reminding him that his window is open. And with the wind he can still hear the god's voice. "Sleep well, Logan."
