continued from here with @seulfemme
It feels like the first time the god of thunder has ever felt compelled to apologize. He is not someone who regrets. Hell, he is barely SOMEONE. He’s an element. Since crossing over to Earthrealm, he has become something other than flesh and blood, though he is, in a way, still those things, as well.
“Serena, I…” He clears his throat and shakes his head. “You want the truth? I’ve never… seen life, your life… Mortal life… from that perspective. It’s always made more sense to be, y’know, like this.” Rayden gestures to himself. He is tall, about 6’2”, clearly male, middle-aged, and almost fatherly. If not for his mischievous streak, he would be 100% dad.
But he is a troublemaker by nature. That much has not changed since joining the ranks of Earthrealmers. It is this mischievous streak that had caused him to take a different shape and, by providence or blind, dumb luck, re-befriend—he has always considered her a friend—Serena and to become close enough that she had felt comfortable telling him things she might not have done in his current shape.
“I deceived you, but it wasn’t on purpose. What I said that night… I meant it.”
