Stir It Up
A continuation from here with @mpxkaya
Among all creatures he had stumbled over, god-human hybrids were so far the most fascinating. And troublesome. And contradictory.
In each and every of them, war and peace were waltzing. Some floated along an ethereal rhythm, others spinned over a demonic fairground melody. There was greatness and there was darkness, constantly battling for the throne of body and soul. He sensed it, saw it, the struggle of a suppressed power inside the demigoddess gazing at him. Something sublime, promising, reeking of destruction, a dark greatness screaming to break free.
It must be terrifying as well, Susanoo assumed, since what in chains often were feared the most.
Toying the glass of wine in between his fingers, the Japanese god waited for Kaya’s response, to which he beamed, as bright as sparkling sea surface underneath the mid-summer sun.
“I am of the belief that when those deepest, darkest secrets of yours get loud enough, you should let them out. But…" his eyes bored into hers, his gaze soft, eerie, embodying a moonless night at the open sea. “Whispering your sins to a trustful companion, or letting them explode like a bomb for the whole world to feel, only you know which is the better choice, yes?”
There was something in the cocktail he was taking, or because her curiosity was tickling his, that Susanoo drifted to the greater depth of his volatile ocean, taunting her to follow. The demigoddess’ next question was considered with a grain of playfulness, his head tilted for dark ocean eyes to take in a different angle of her face, his long delicate neck exposed, and the tip of his dainty index finger dipped into the cool, transparent surface of the martini.
“What would you say if I said I do not see any corners of you that are empty?” He queried, more of a spoken wandering thought than a real question, his voice carried the silkiness of the black shirt he was wearing. “We just need to help you stir it up, you know. Friendship, love, sex, dramas, the most humane things you can list. Or something exciting, like…”
Susanoo shifted his eyes to his cocktail, where his finger was lazily twirling in the liquid. He stopped, lifted the finger up, and watched as droplets of martini slowly drifted down back into the glass. Gracefully, the god raised his hand, his soaked fingertip gleamed under the gentle lights. As if only waiting for the cue, outside the bar, a rumble drummed behind the night sky, and the trees swung softly in the embrace of mischievous winds.
“...Power?”
He turned his head to look at Kaya again, a layer of playfulness was still filming over his face. Then, without breaking eye contact, Susanoo flicked his wrist, his palm opened skyward. A bolt of lightning momentarily lightened up the night, thunder followed, and rain began tapping against the glass windows.