forum want a good ol’ romance // oxo // closed

Started June 18, 2020 by @PaperHats business

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It had been a good couple weeks before Elandorr showed up, and since, he had left. He disappeared to the mortal realm, perhaps fulfilling another prayer he had gotten. Although Xellis wasn’t jealous— he was just happy to have the house back to just his and Scipio’s disposal.
With a stretch and an unbuttoned shirt, he walked out of his room, hair a shaggy mess and eyes tired. Although that didn’t seem to dim his spirits, as he yelled, “SCIPIO! GET YO LAZY ASS OUTTA BED. I HAVE NOTHING IMPORTANT PLANNED, BUT I DO WANNA MAKE PANCAKES.”
After his boisterous waking call, he rubbed his eyes, looking to the stairs.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU YELLING?!" Scipio shouted back, rolling out of bed with a tired groan. He quickly got dressed and headed downstairs, his hair disheveled from his neglecting to neaten it up.
He'd definitely enjoyed basically having the house to themselves. It was much quieter; when Xellis wasn't yelling, that is. He didn't have to encounter the other gods very much.
He strolled casually into the kitchen and yawned, looking up at Xellis with a vaguely annoyed expression. "Why do you need me here? You know I can't cook for shit. Especially not pancakes."

“And you know I don’t really care what they taste like, because I don’t need sustenance anyway,” he mumbled, voice raspy from sleep. His eyes drifted over Scipio and he smiled, turning quickly back to the pan he had taken from the cabinet.
The kitchen was larger, yet still looking normal. Well, more normal and less fancy than the rest of the manor. The stove, along with a couple cabinets, took up the left side of the room, whereas the oven and counters took up the right side. There was a small island in the middle, filled with platters of fruit.
Xellis had already taken out most of the supplies he needed, and got to work on the batter.
“Yeah, I get it actually,” he said, whisking it. “Pancakes aren’t really a two person job— but do you want anything in them? Bananas? Blueberries?… Chocolate chips?”

Scipio sat on a stool at the island, grabbing an apple off the counter and took a bite out of it, so seeming to be pretty groggy with sleep. "I don't fucking care. I wouldn't normally put anything in them, but I'll still eat them if you do. I'm not picky with food." He glanced around the kitchen, humming idly to himself. "Got any plans for today other than yelling at me to wake up?"

“Not really,” Xellis murmured, pouring some of the batter on the pan and taking out a spatula. He turned around, leaning against the adjacent counter and looking over to Scipio.
He’s cute when he’s mad at me, he thought reluctantly. Which is basically always.
He didn’t even bother pushing the thought aside. Because of Scipio’s clear un-attraction to all things living, he figured he’d be fine, and they’d never get together anyway. And that was alright. It was ok.
“You got any plans?” he asked. “Do you wan’t us to do something? Maybe wander around, I can show you the gorgeous scenery of hills.”
His voice held clear sarcasm, and he gave a smirk to accompany it.

"Sure, why not? Haven't got anything better to do." Scipio shrugged and took another bite of his apple. He'd never been great at understanding jokes or sarcasm. "After breakfast, I guess?" He asked. "I like nature. It's nicer than all the pollution in the cities."

“Can’t argue,” Xellis agreed. “Kieshara’s place is pretty industrial. Due to all the armories, technical companies, mass production of ammunition and all that jazz.”
He turned back around, flipping the pancake, then turning back to Scipio. He raked his fingers through his hair, although it did little to tame it.

Scipio yawned again, too tired to even consider bothering with his hair at the moment. "When will food be done?" He asked. "And can you eat? Even though you don't need to?" He took another bite of his apple, still trying to get himself to wake up a bit.

“I can eat, I just don’t need to to survive. I don’t get hungry, and I don’t get full. It’s solely for enjoyment,” he explained, putting the pancake onto a plate and pouring the next one. He slid the plate over on the island to Scipio.
“Condiments or whatever are beside you over there,” he said, pointing to the far side of the island. He slid back over to the stove, keeping an eye on the pancake.

Scipio nodded and grabbed himself some syrup. He poured some on the pancake, cut it, and took a bite. "I guess I don't technically need to eat to survive anymore either, do I? I mean… I'm dead." He took another bite, humming thoughtfully.

“Correct,” he said. “Although since you are still from a mortal human, you will probably experience hunger. Your body still needs to be… cared for. Although you can be sick, you cannot die.”
He paused, poking at the pancake with the spatula.

"I guess that makes sense… kinda…" Scipio took another bite of his pancake, seeming to be gradually getting into a better mood now that he wasn't quite as tired. He was still a bit grumpy, but he was getting over it. Actual food was pretty nice after the army.

“Unlike gods, though,” he continued. “We just… exist. Until we don’t.”
He flipped the other pancake onto a plate, turning off the stove and storing the rest of the batter. He turned, pulling up a stool at the other side of the island. He grabbed two glasses form a cabinet and poured orange juice, sliding a glass over to Scipio and taking his seat.

Scipio sipped at the orange juice as he looked up at Xellis curiously. "What do you mean by that?" He asked, setting down his glass to eat some more of his pancakes. "You guys just… cease to exist? What would cause that?"

“People who stop believing,” he explained. “Once a god loses followers, he or she loses life.”
He twirled his fork around, smiling sadly. “A god’s life is equivalent to how many people believe in them, or send prayers to them.”

"How are you still here, then?" Scipio asked bluntly. "I thought technological advances made people basically ignore you. You said you hadn't had any prayers to answer in ages." He finished his pancakes and drank some more of his orange juice.

“That’s.. the predicament I’m in,” he said, lighter than it seems he should have. “The thing is, I’m apparently special. The other older gods informed me that I should be dead by now… but I’m not. They say it’s because curiosity is giant within human minds. It’s basic nature. So, even though people don’t even know I exist, the existence of curiosity in their mind balances it out. If that makes any sense whatsoever.”

"Not really, but you know. Clearly you guys don't have the greatest grasp on it either." Scipio finished his juice and took his dirty dishes to the sink to be washed later. "So… we're going to go wander now or something? Enjoy the scenery?"

“Sure,” Xellis said, finishing up as well. He did the same as Scipio, clearing his plate and draining the last of his cup.
He held a hand against his head, taking a sigh and rubbing his eyes once more. It was clear he wasn’t really awake much yet. Even though the gods wouldn’t need to sleep to survive, they still felt tired if they didn’t rest.
“Let me go get ready though— like put on an actual shirt, or whatever.”

"Alright. I'll be outside." Scipio left the kitchen and headed out into the courtyard to wait for Xellis. While he was out there, he decided to water the flowers, unable to hide his small smile as he hummed contentedly to himself. He clearly enjoyed tending to them.

Xellis waved him off, slinking back to his room and putting on a looser shirt. It looked oversized on him, and definitely didn’t look like it was from the gods’ plane. It looked like a take on a graphic shirt, having an old alternate band name on it. It had been one of his favorite shirts for a long while.
He walked out the front door, smiling widely when he caught a glimpse of Scipio tending to the flowers. Before the man could see, he hopped down the steps, asking, “You ready?”