The village watched them, a few people taking a step back when the god got closer. Luca barely opened his eyes when they walked away from the village. He didn't mind being carried around, he was just surprised the god was willing to carry him around like so. He was still his human size. When they came towards his home, there was a woman was sitting on a bench. She was staring up at the skies, knitting needles in her hands. She numbly looks over at the god and her eyes widen, standing hurriedly to meet them. She walked with an obvious limp, her eyes watering. She was shorter than her son, but only by an inch. Luca was a spitting image of her, the only difference was his eye color.
Derlik continued to gently run his fingers through Luca's hair as he approached the house before finally setting him down. Luca was his doll, after all- why shouldn't he carry the man around? It was possessive, something to show Luca was his. The god gently patted Luca's shoulder, now, turning to his mother.
"I figured it would do you both good to see each other," the god said softly. He watched as the woman limped closer, offering his hand to help her.
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(ALSO AAAAAAAAAA THE BACKSTORY TO THE VILLAGE I'M-)
(This is probably about one or two centuries before Kye 👉👈)
Luca eagerly leapt out of the gods arms and grabbed his mother into a tight hug. He held onto her tightly, his eyes shutting as he held her. She sobbed softly into his shoulder, running a hand through his hair. He leaned into it, before she pulled away, cupping his cheeks with her hands. "Oh my sweet boy…" She whispered softly, "You're okay, are you hurt?" She looks over him worriedly before he shakes his head in a silent no. She nods and looks at the god, bowing her head thankfully. "I'm glad to know he's okay…" she mutters softly, a small smile on her lips. "Thank you for letting me see him again. I was so worried…" She inhaled shakily and smiled a bit. "But he's safe." She had tears of relief rushing down her cheeks.
Derlik took a small step forward, nodding some.
"He'll have a much better life now that he's not dealing with those people in the village anymore," the god said softly. "I'm still shocked they were so eager to do something like this…" The god shook his head some, gently patting Luca's back. He was wanted, after all, by a god no less.
She glances at her son, and then the god. "He… He can still come back right? Come and visit?" She asks quietly, she knew it was inevitable that the god would want to take her son with him. Luca still held onto his mother. He didn't want to let go. The god made him into a *doll". A toy- he was just a thing now in the gods eyes. He kept his arms around his mother, fearful that he would have to let go. Have to go away with the god. He didn't want to. He was scared of the life he had to live now. Would the god turn him into a doll again? But his mother didn't know that, so he didn't say a word, not wanting her to worry too much.
"He can," Derlik confirmed, nodding. It wouldn't be often, but the god would allow that much. He offered an assuring smile to Luca's mother, knowing just how much she would worry if she knew what Derlik had in store for her son.
"We need to get going now, though." Derlik held his hand out to Luca. The man had to come with him, pretend everything was okay if he didn't want to scare his mother.
She gave a relieved sigh, thanking him softly. Luca didn't want to go, didn't want to leave his mother. But she pulled away and smiles at him. "You'll be just fine, Luca. I'm so proud of you." He held onto her hand for as long as possible as he stepped back to the god. He looked down at the God's hand and inhaled shakily. He raised his hand and carefully took it, sparing one last glance at his mother. "She'll be safe right?" He glances at the god.
"She'll be perfectly safe," Derlik assured. He said his farewells to the woman, picking Luca up in his arms once more and turning to walk away.
"Now, how does some stress relief sound after our long morning?" Derlik shifted so he was holding Luca to his side, like one would a child or a large doll, reaching into his pocket for something.
Luca nods, seeming satisfied with that answer. He inhaled quietly and took a deep breath before holding onto the god, and shutting his eyes. "Stress relief?" He asks quietly and looks up at the god. He didn't say much else, nervous now that the god was reaching into his pocket. He didn't want to think too much on what that might mean. He took a deep breath. He watches his mother slowly disappear, still watching that spot as the god walked. "Where are we going?"
"We're going to go to a party," Derlik said calmly. He pulled something from his pocket, putting the end of it in his mouth and lighting the other end before offering it to Luca.
"Take a drag of this, hm? It'll help." The god hummed some as he offered the joint, looking out as they walked. It wasn't hard to forget this was the same god who'd so ruthlessly killed a woman, taken her soul and so casually trapped her in his pocket with how he was acting.
A party? Oh god- he hated large crowds. Absolutely hated them. "Do… Do we have to go?" He whispers softly, becoming tense again. He didn't like large crowds- he felt the panic bubble up in his chest. He looks down at the thing that the god was offering, becoming confused before he slowly took it and slowly took a drag. He coughed, but it wasn't horrible. He tilts his head a little bit more and took another drag before releasing the smoke into the air. It felt… kinda nice. He hummed and relaxed a little bit. That was nice… it helped him relax a bit more. He relaxed and leaned on the gods shoulder, a bit more pliant now.
Derlik didn't answer Luca's question, watching as he relaxed more.
"See, this isn't so bad, hm?" The god watched as Luca relaxed against him, chuckling some before taking his own joint out and lighting it up.
"Mm…" The god smirked lazily, looking down at Luca. "I can help, if you can't handle the party."
He nods slowly, a relaxed sigh leaving his lips as he took another hit. He shuts his eyes and relaxed a bit more. "Yeah…" He murmured quietly and leaned against Derlik's shoulder before looking up at Derlik. "Yes please…" He murmured quietly. He didn't like parties, or people rather. Parties were okay as long as there weren't too many people. He eased against the god again and shut his eyes.
Derlik hummed some, hand going to Luca's cheek. He rested his head on Luca's as the man started to shrink down. He didn't become a doll this time, thankfully, but he was small enough for Derlik to put him into his pocket. plenty of light came in, the beating of Derlik's 'heart' soothing and steady. The god continued to smoke, smiling softly.
He leaned into the touches, now that he had calmed down he was much more relaxed, but more pliant. He didn't notice when he was shrinking, settling into his pocket and listening to his heartbeat. "What are we doing to do?" He murmured softly, taking another inhale of whatever he was holding in his hands. He liked how it eased him. Maybe things wouldn't be too horrible.
"We're going to go to this party I heard is being thrown," Derlik explained as he walked. "It's a few centuries in the future, but it'll be fine. This is the… tenth century, right? So… bout eleven centuries." Derlik hummed some, smiling to himself as the weed hit his system hard.
"It'll be fun."
He tilts his head slightly in the pocket. "In the future?" He whispers, a bit concerned. What on earth did that mean. He didn't like the idea, what was going on? What was happening? He inhaled and took another deep inhale of the joint, and let the relief wash over him. He leaned against the gods chest. He wasn't sure what was so fun about the idea, but he allowed it anyways. He couldn't really think much on it after all, he was dragged into the gods escapades until the god got bored of him.
"The parties in the future are amazing," Derlik explained. "It's one of my favorite types of parties to go to. Loud music, everyone dancing- the parties of this time are just too uptight for me." Derlik took a few more steps before the world bent around them. In a few moments, Derlik was stepping into a club, smirking as he took a hit of his joint. The music was mostly bass, traveling through their bodies. The god was already nodding his head to it, smirking.
He tilts his head a little bit, there were celebrations in his village… Although he never knew what the celebrations were like since he always stayed home. He felt the world warp around him and he gasped sharply, clinging to the gods pocket, fear coursing through him… And then the noise hit him. He didn't know what it was, he felt so small and the vibrations felt like earthquakes. He didn't like being small, and he didn't like the noise. He curled up a little bit and held still.
Derlik looked down when he felt the change in Luca, sighing deeply. Such a mood killer. Derlik just pulled the man out of his pocket, in a moment making him full-sized. He put the joint back into the man's mouth for him to continue smoking, to get him to just relax already. The god took Luca's hand in his as he made his way through the crowd. He let his hand run over the backs of the people he passed- everyone he touched like this seemed to liven up some, the dance floor that had been mostly people milling around turning into something much more like a proper party, in Derlik's eyes. People were dancing, jumping to the music, grinding against each other while getting roaring drunk and high as a kite. The god laughed, turning to Luca and starting to dance to the electro-pop music.
"Come on! Let's dance~!!"
People scared him- he didn't like people he didn't like thinking about the past- what had happened the last time- No. He startles when he was pulled out of the God's pocket, taking a deep inhale of the smoke and he eased a little more, following after the god as he ran through the club. He hummed as he looked around the club, slowly beginning to ease up again. He hummed and glanced at the man and took a deep breath. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. Everyone looked like they were having fun, which was kind of nice. He looked at the god confused before startling when the god pulled him in to dance. He listened to the music, kind of getting into the beat before dancing a little bit. It was more of a sway along with the music, but it was kind of fun.
Derlik laughed as they danced, letting everything hit him at once. The music, the bodies around them, the feeling of the music coursing through his body as he danced with Luca, all filtering through his haze of drugs. A lazy smirk came to his lips, head going back some. He let out another laugh, taking Luca's hands in his. The god's body moved in perfect sync with the music, ethereal. Everything and nothing about this made it's way to his mind, his head coming back down to face Luca with that smirk of his.
Luca smiled a little bit as he danced, looking around at the mess of bodies. While he wasn't a huge fan of crowds, the drugs as well as being in Derlik's presence eased him enough to the point where he was dancing happily. He didn't really question the world around him at the moment, all he knew is that it was time to dance. When the god took his hand he allowed himself to be guided the god, dancing along with him. Luca smiled a bit, his black hair curling prettily into his face as he finally allowed himself to let lose for once. It was… actually kind of nice.
