@consacro : [Homura] "Care for a drink?" The ho-oh was well aware he was intruding in another's domain, sight of the ebony and crimson drawing his attention as he holds up a glass bottle. The body, round and bulbous with a tapered neck. The potion inside seems to glow with its own sort of glamour, made by a god not meant to be.
I’LL DRINK ACID & TURN IT TO GOLD
& what do we have here ? / that sly smirk stains your lips once again as you bare witness to the bird of gold & rainbows ( of rebirth & of crimson fire ). they hold a drink not meant for mortal throats to swallow / oh how your mischievous eyes gleam with giddy at the mere thought. you were chaos & reckless abandon / you are a deity with no limits ( so they had to shackle you down / choke the holy out of you / but what fools they were / mere iron & rust wouldn’t even scratch you ). though he invades your domain you welcome the change / it certainly wasn’t everyday another deity offers you even a single sip of water.
❝ if you’re offering , then how could i refuse ~ ? ❞