Reene gave him a nod, but crossed the room towards the window. The moon was still out and shining and Reene could see her brothers and sisters in the sky. She hesitantly placed a hand on the window and stared yearningly into the deep, dark expanse about.
Would they miss her?
Rumius watched her cross the room as Qwer turned off the light. What was the Widh Granter thinking? She looked so sad gazing up at the sky, as Rumius usually saw happiness in the eyes of Humans when they gazed.
“Do you miss them?” He asked softly, his voice rumbling in his throat.
"Yes, I do…" She asked with a sad laugh. "No wonder you humans wish a lot, 'missing…' it–it hurts…" She said, and then, the oddest thing happened. Her eyes they clouded over and stung, and soon liquid fell from them. Confusion mingled with her sadness as she raised a hand to her damp cheek, catching the tear.
"Wha- What is this?" She asked. And then another fell, they seemed to increase at she blinked.
Rumius sighed softly, looking down at the bed. “You are crying. And I understand what it means to miss. Unfortunately you rarely ever reconnect with them.” He sighed and rolled over onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. He suddenly realized how rough he was with her. Damn… the Gods will be unhappy p…
((We can go to the dream once he sleeps, have him talk with the gods again))
"Crying… it happens when you're sad." She whispered to herself. "I'm sad…" She declared with bursting realization. "But I don't want to be… I- I'll see them again." She wiped at the tears.
(I’f Love to do that!
Rumius closed his eyes with a soft sigh. “Yes. You will see them again,” Rumius lied, slowly drifting off. This night had certainly been a tiring one….
((I knew you would! You can play one of the gods if you'd like, but I'll be playing Scronos since he's her father and God of Night))
Once he slept, he was sent to a place not of the earth. A palace much more expansive and grander than anything known to man. Or unknown, mortals didn't truly have an inkling of what was above. Ulysia was the realm of the gods, only the invited were present there, and within his dreams King Rumius was a guest.
Scronos sat in his throne of deep darkness, stars marking his skin. His eyes, dark voids of space and time, darted here and there as he watched servants pass, half heartedly participating in the council as they waited on their mortal comrade.
(Oooooooh! What other Gods are there to play? Perhaps Time could be one?)
Rumius blinked open his eyes, to find himself standing there. His robe set and cape fluttered gently around his ankles. His outfit was of a silvery white color made entirely of a silky substance. It was dotted in real flecks of gold, and the cloak that hung from his shoulders waved around his legs in a manner he wished other cloaks could achieve. He inhaled softly and made his way towards the palace, the cloak flailing out behind him and gleaming in the bright light of the passing servants who greeted him.
He stepped into the palace, his dark eyes reflecting the dark, yet light, aura that the God emitted, and his hair shone in it. He approached the huge throne, the light getting sucked from his gleaming eyes and hair.
“Scronos,” He greeted softly, bowing to a knee, which was shaking slightly under him. “You have called upon me again.”
((Sure! Like other myths, there are many gods. There is one thing that I may add though: The Sun Goddess, Scronos and Synia are siblings. Together they rule day and night. If you'd like to play her, I'd be fine with that, if not, it's still fine))
Scronos raised a coal colored brow as the mortal approached, he looked him over as an amused smirk curled his lips, lightening his sharp features.
“Doe.” He said. “You let her name herself Doe. Of all the names you could've said 'yes' to you chose that…” He laughed softly, the mortals simplicity was amusing as it was infuriating. He waved a hand and a goblet of fine wine appeared in his hand. "Come, we have much to discuss." Scronos rose and stepped down from the throne, standing three heads taller than the mortal.
(I can totally play her! Are there any names you want me to use specifically?)
Rumius’ expression immediately creased unhappily, and his lips fell. “I thought it was nice. And if she likes, it, I don’t care. You told me to let her be her own person.” He straightened up slowly, glaring up at the God. “Which is what I did.” He crossed his arms, waiting until the God reached his side.
((Well there is one thing, they both have a Father, he is the very first god (i guess) Their father is Raea, that's mostly it, I'll try to keep track of other names you use and we can dub them as other gods))
Scronos rolled his eyes, Rumius was quite distasteful when his sleep was interrupted. Giving a soft chuckle, Scronos prompted him with a wave of his hand. "Let's walk."
(Sounds good!)
Rumius huffed grumpily and nodded, starting to walk at the God’s side. He was much craving a goblet of wine, and he knew he’d want one when he woke up. This meeting would be exhausting…
Smiling, the god sipped from his goblet, humming as the tangy drink slid coolly down his throat. Glancing over to Rumius, he sighed. "Do you remember what I spoke of to you the night before. To distinguish your…misgivings?" He watched the male over the rim of his goblet as he drank some more.
(Imma stalk)
((Welcome!))
“Yes,” Rumius frostily answered. He was finding it to be pleasant when he was being ridiculed and belittled. Even if the God didn’t even mean to do it, Rumius still disliked it.
((Welcome!))
(:D)
"Good, I don't like repeating myself." Scronos muttered. "Now, onto more important matters." He prompted, turning down a hall and walking out to a flourishing garden. He could hear voices and laughter of other lingering gods in the majestic green yard.
"Her heart. You must protect that first and foremost."
“Oiiii! Scronos!” Called a male’s voice. A tall, gangly, God called them, and his name was Ilyus. He was the God of Pleasure.
Rumius decided to ignore the other God. “Her heart? What do you mean by that?”
Scronos paused to wave to the god with a smile. He turned back to Rumius and nodded. "Yes, her heart. Her loyalty, her allegiance, her respect that's what I mean. She's still very naive so she doesn't quite realize how much of a tasteless pig you are but you have to keep it that way. The Bond between you two can be broken, that it when, her allegiance is turned somewhere else. If she i caught in a moment with someone else, and they get her to say the right words….You can lose your Wish Granter." Scronos pinned Rumius with a hard gaze, expressing his objections to that option. His dear Odessa was precious to him, he would not have her taken advantage of by common rats.
Rumius glared back hotly, his jowls quivering. “That is precisely what I wish to do, thank you. And I am not a tasteless pig, thank you!” He growled angrily, crossing his arms and huffing loudly.
“Whatever, I’m already doing that. I won’t even let her out of my sight if that’s what you want. What else?”
Scronos ignored the king's outburst. "Take heed: She is not an everlasting well. What you wish for and how large it is will drain her. She requires food and rest. One more than the other. But you cannot just wish for nothing. That is neglecting her abilities and they will grow restless within her. That can bring her as much harm as it can you."
“I know,” Rumius hissed through his gritted teeth. “You told me this last night. You don’t need to repeat it. I’m not as mindless as you think, Scronos…”
"And lastly…." Scronos continued with a growl. "Be careful of what you wish for." Her dark eyes, showing nothing but filled with life turned to Rumius.
(Sorry, could you rephrase the last sentence?)