text; un: skylark

[saltofthesea]

I don't know if anyone's asked this before, but I'm curious. What are the gods like where you're from? Or other supernatural stuff? How normal are they?

I come from a place where it isn't weird to meet a small god at least once, and no one says things like ghosts and demons and spirits aren't real because they very observably are. But I've heard that's not necessarily true in other worlds, and there are plenty of people who'd count as supernatural here too.

You can also just share your favourite legends or myths from back home. Those are always neat to hear.

Comments

[anenemies]

That?

Eh?! You trust me to protect you?

[saltofthesea]

I was asking you if I could put stock in it, but I think this is already enough of an answer.

[anenemies]

Is it? Are you able to read how overjoyed I am to know you trust me with your life?

This must be friendship.

[saltofthesea]

I think you know what I actually mean.

[anenemies]

Spell it out for me.

[saltofthesea]

You weren't expecting me to take your offer seriously.

[anenemies]

You’re so perceptive, Skylark! That’s why I thought you’d never do something so stupid~

[saltofthesea]

It still isn't the sort of thing you should say in jest if you ask me.

[anenemies]

If you feel that strongly about it, I’ll brush up on my fighting skills and always protect you!

[saltofthesea]

Right, right. If you say so.

[anenemies]

I will! You’re my dear friend. I’ll definitely keep you safe from the demons.

[saltofthesea]

[ Lark looks at the message for a while, contemplating how to answer (or if he should even answer at all). This is all over text, so it's not like he can try to read the tone and suss out if this was insincere or otherwise. But maybe that didn't matter anyway since at the end of the day, the total number of people he trusts will have his back here can be counted on one hand. ]

Whatever you say.