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Post by CYTIS on Jan 24, 2016 11:48:22 GMT -5
Legend says the God of Light only inhabits his shrine when he feels virtuous. The truth is that Cytis pays visits when he feels like being an especial attention whore. After all, when else will more people come to flock at his feet than those willing to get on their knees without him even being here? Genius really, this shrine thing. Sure he's gotta keep face and pretend he recognizes regular visitors, but nothing he hasn't done before. Ad-libbing on the fly is his divine calling. Improvising is unnecessary when he really does recall a face, reaches out to them first even. He'd know that pink hair anywhere!
"Lovey!" he calls out, flourishing his arm high above his head in a wave. "I'm honored you've come to visit me, though it's been awhile since you've seen me so it's quite understandable." One can only go so long without feasting their eyes upon the most attractive male on this island. And exes or not, who is Cytis to deny anyone this luxury? |
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Post by WISAL on Jan 24, 2016 12:07:57 GMT -5
FALL OUT OF LOVE the winter chill has little effect on wisal's enthusiasm for crowds and spectatorship. she mills around the air, watching the crowds bemused. still, the colourful humans don't really hold her attention for long, especially as she hears the shrine's owner call out to her, followed by a plethora of screams and cheers.
wisal smiles with understanding, and floats towards the other god, beaming.
"citrus!" she throws her arms in the air. her hands then reach to his cheeks to squish at them, a usual greeting of hers. "how ya doing, friend?" she blinks, suddenly wishing she had some snacks with her.
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 24, 2016 12:36:55 GMT -5
There's a small pucker of his lips, a hint of a frown, at the touch on his cheeks but blink and you'll miss it. He's all smiles and cheer for his fellow god, practically beaming at the cheesy nicknames.
"Wonderful, divine even, and you're just in time!" In time for what, one might ask? His devout followers whisper to each other at his words, and Cytis basks in the speculation for a long few moments. Moments he uses to think of what he could do that deserves such an announcement. Think Cytis, think. "Just in time..." Aha! He's got it. "For fireworks!" A snap of his fingers and a small burst of light crackles and pops. Gaze sweeping around the room, he gestures to everyone with his eyes landing on his companion. "Come on, you can all try too! Let's make it a show!"At every sound of a snap, there's another pop. He keeps his ears sharp and in no time they've got a real display going on! "Pretty huh?" he asks, nudging the goddess with his elbow while his powers sparkle in the air. |
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Post by WISAL on Jan 24, 2016 12:53:15 GMT -5
FALL OUT OF LOVE wisal sits in mid air, thinking about all the human snacks she left back at home. she sighs softly to herself, thinking about all the crisps and the peanuts and the crackers of the world.
she just watches the god of light's words instead of responding, looking every bit confused, until lights claim the sky in bursts and flashes, tearing the evening darkness apart little by little.
wisal claps, mouth gaping in surprise. she turns to cytis and nods. she gives him a thumbs up. "good job... yeah, good!" she claps more in an attempt to mask her growing boredom, listlessly shaking side to side.
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 24, 2016 13:42:44 GMT -5
Cytis is so taken by his own work that Wisal's lackluster cheer gets an oblivious, "Right?" from the God of Light. When the spectacle dies down, the god is feeling as bright as his light show and a pair of girls tripping over themselves to talk to him only further inflates his ego. His attention switches to them, exchanging pleasantries ( Hi welcome thank you for coming! Of course I'll give out autographs just for you!), and with a prepared pen with special glow in the dark ink, he signs his name with great care before waving his fans followers off. Then he remembers Wisal is still here. Huh, he'd gone with it earlier but why is she here? Besides the fact that his gorgeous self is also here, of course.
"Soo Lovey," he begins. "What brings you to the east end? Need something from me?" He touches a hand to his heart. "Miss me?" |
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Post by WISAL on Jan 25, 2016 18:42:48 GMT -5
FALL OUT OF LOVE she hadn't really paid attention to all the time that'd gone by, having been eventually offered snacks by some of the children of citrus' obnoxious idiot followers. in return, she had been rather giving and offered them blessings in return.
wisal's nails dig into skin and peels back another tangerine, munching onto a sector. she relishes in the explosion of juicy sweetness in her mouth.
sweetness... makes her think of chaos and his sweet tooth. her stiff expression softens, eventually finishing the whole fruit. the citrus smell lingers on her fingers. the smile on her lips is graceful.
she had been absentmindedly watching cytis and his usual circus act the whole time, but it takes her a moment to register that the crowds had left, the children had left blades of grass by her feet and the god of light was addressing her.
"wanted to see m'old friend." seemingly from out of nowhere, a pack of gumballs appear in her hands. the sickenly bright round sweets gives love weird faces. "your place ish.... goosh for snacks." wisal nods.
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 25, 2016 20:00:18 GMT -5
Cytis raises an eyebrow at the words spoken through gum. Old friend? Sure sure he can roll with that. "I'm touched," he says. "But I assure you children's snacks aren't the best the East End has to offer." What kind of district would he be running without good places to eat? Turning heel and letting his feet connect with grass, he turns back after a few steps. "The grocery store gives me 100% discounts every time, so it's your pick!" Let it not be said the God of Light isn't charitable to his visiting gods. |
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Post by WISAL on Jan 27, 2016 15:03:29 GMT -5
FALL OUT OF LOVE wisal pinches the god of light's cheeks, evidently not one for hierarchy or conventional manners. she eventually swallows the rest of the gumball, but residue sticks to her teeth.
her hands then fall on the god's shoulders, shaking him back and forth. "why didn't you say so earlier?" her voice perks up immediately. wisal wasn't even lacking in human money, but there was something in a promise of non expense that made her heart leap and her eyes widen.
"let's go, let's go!" she says, trying to pick out residue with her tongue to no avail. she sits the pack of gumballs by a pillar and looks back at cytis with a picture of innocence. "let's go?"
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