God!Kaminari and human!Shinsou cuteness because why not
The shrine is small, and simple -- it looks almost as if a child has assembled it. Little more than a collection of sticks and rocks, it barely has a roof, and the offering slab is a chipped river stone that's been worn smooth. A line of ash suggests there was recently a stick of incense burned, but Denki cannot catch any scent when he draws close to investigate.
Strange, he muses, letting his energy crawl across every surface and soak into the sun-warmed stones. The night air is cool, but the altar is warm. It's almost alive in its own way, like dedicated and faithful attendance has given it an energy all its own. It calls to him, a silent and sweet melody that draws him in and bades him welcome.
What a comfortable home you would be, he croons, stroking patterns through ash and soot, and the altar hums in reply. He settles in, lightning crackling across the river stone; forking in several directions until he feels acquainted with every inch of his tiny new home.
The sound of a door distracts him, and a beam of light spills across the yard, stopping a few inches shy of the little shrine. Denki watches warily, pulling his power in close, as a young man with smoky-purple hair and tired lavender eyes makes his way across the yard. He kneels before the altar, clasping his hands together around a fresh insence stick and bowing his head in prayer.
Denki observes him in silence, his curiosity piqued -- the energy of the altar mirrors this man's. He watches as the incense stick is lit with a match, the flame casting light across the human's worn, tired face.
"Please, if you are listening, protect my home," he murmurs, fitting the end of the stick into a tiny groove on the stone so that the smoke can rise in wisping, sage-scented curls. Denki breathes them in, watching the man with wide golden eyes as he touches the little designs he's made in the old ash.
"You have a gift for expression," the human murmurs, dirtying his own finger and sketching out welcome home in slanted kanji. "Father would say it was only a curious creature, but I choose to believe. Perhaps, next time, you will tell me your name."
Fascinated by the man kneeling in front of him, Denki lets a small fissure of lightning ripple across the stone. Violet eyes widen a fraction, and the human smiles. He sits up straight, folding his hands in prayer, and Denki watches the energy ripple and swirl around him, forming questions and sparking with curiosity, but never one a demand.
When the incense has burned all the way down, the man murmurs one last prayer and removes the stick, replacing it instead with a small coin.
"It's not much, but here. A gift for you."
He leaves, and Denki fingers the coin curiously, a tiny smile quirking his lips.
Perhaps, when the man returns, he will find an answer written in the soot -- a name, and a returning welcome. His self-built shrine is far from grand, but Denki has never enjoyed all the pomp and circumstance of the bigger, flashier temples scattered around most cities.
And what need does he have for them now, anyway? This one is perfect.
prguitarman
janainaart
origamiaround
annaxmalina
snowghoul
areudirty
turnnoffyourmind
gummygunk
