forum The Heavens Are Empty || O-O || Closed!

Started August 14, 2019 by Deleted user

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Archie seemed to mouth the word ‘mortal,’ momentarily distracted as he realized in that moment he might actually be dealing with a god. The prospect did nothing to ease his nerves. Thankfully, her voice brought him back to the present and he managed to focus on what she was saying in time to hear that he wouldn’t have to perform any medical procedures he had very little clue about any time soon. The part fey began to say “Thank God,” but ended up hesitating halfway through and rewording it to “Thank goodness.” Well, he supposed, at least the point gets across.

At her request, his eyebrows raised. “I thought that was a given,” he responded, yanking the gloves off his hands and throwing them onto the counter to be disposed of later. “You can’t just crash into my backyard, point a knife at me, bleed all over my kitchen floor and expect me to leave you to your own devices,” he finished incredulously, the nervousness that still lingered in his voice overpowering any attempted heat or blame.

“I’ll uh, be right back,” he assured again, this time darting straight past the stairs and rifling through the drawer near the living room couch. Archie avoided face-planting this time around, a miracle, returning and sitting in front of her without any hesitation. Any mistrust he might’ve held onto seemed to dissipate as he handed her the needle and thread, glancing between her face and her wound anxiously. It didn’t take long for him to find out his actions weren’t very helpful, so he began fiddling with his hands.

“So, um… What’s your name?”

The laugh that burst it's way out of her chest, surprised the war god almost as much as it surprised the young man before her. She froze for a moment, eyes wide with surprise before she let another chuckle escape her lips. This time the sound becoming much darker, bitter. Thea had to admit that Archie was right in his incredulity, for things such as a god falling from the Heavens just didn't happen every day. She couldn't take any offence to his emotions, after all, she was to blame for ruining his evening. As she accepted the needle and thread that Archie came back with, she gave him an apologetic look. Her violet eyes shining with the unfamiliar emotion. "No, I suppose you would not." She said softly. Thea didn't apologize for much, her pride and stubborn nature hardly let her see anything wrong in her actions, but this time she was truly sorry.

After threading the needle and moving her clothing away from the wound once more, Thea gently pinched the edges of her wound together and began pushing the sharp point through her skin. She ignored the flow of golden blood, biting down on her lip to keep from yelling out, but unable to keep the near silent hiss of pain behind her teeth. The row of stitched that appeared on her skin were tight and neat, evidence that she had done this many times before. If Archie looked close enough at Thea's exposed skin, he could see a number of scars across her torso. Evidence of battles from almost the very beginning of time.

Thea looked up from her practiced movements at Archie's question. Arching a brow at him, she just stared, unsure of how to answer. Mortals and gods did not associate with one another. It was an unspoken rule laid down by her father. Gods protected the mortals from the Unearthly Realms, so that they could live in peace and not suffer at the hands of those who dwell in Darkness. But–if she were being completely truthful– Thea did not think the young man before her was truly human. There was a soft glow to his unblemished skin, more than likely unnoticeable to humans and other mortals, but plain as day to her. Perhaps a halfling? She wouldn't know for sure until she had skin to skin contact with him.

To hell with the rules. Archie may have saved her life. "I am Thealios, but you may call me Thea." She wondered if he would recognize her name. If not she wouldn't hesitate to name her title. He had earned that at least.