What did she fucking think very strongly about being cool, Connor? Whatever baller one-liner that was no doubt supposed to be, it's not really the time yet. She pulls a quick yet expressive Seriously?? face in his direction and--
Oh great, the cabbage talks. She's not into like, any part of this? Especially the part where they dismiss the Storyteller completely and instantly, while the other god is over on Enso absolutely wrecked about this shit. Fuck off, they have plenty to offer! She saw that herself, for just a moment, and it flares in her heart with an intensity she really kinda doesn't have the time to examine right now.
The fucking second any of that coiling plant matter even remotely touches her leg, her free hand charges a Fire Bolt and Hot Boi calls out angrily in response, fluffing up and smoldering on her shoulder. Boy is she just so ready to make a bonfire out of this mess, but-- Chill, sis. Can't solve every problem with fire.
"Fucking watch me, dipshit," she spits at the god, but she already knows there's no point in trying to convince them the thing they're the god of isn't the only thing that matters, or that what they're selling isn't real happiness in the first place. Might have seemed like it for a while, but it's-- denial, hiding, an empty, lonely high. It didn't mean anything.
"Alright, here's what I've got to offer! Bliss, your own fucking bliss, not this second-hand horseshit - if you let everybody go!"
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Oh great, the cabbage talks. She's not into like, any part of this? Especially the part where they dismiss the Storyteller completely and instantly, while the other god is over on Enso absolutely wrecked about this shit. Fuck off, they have plenty to offer! She saw that herself, for just a moment, and it flares in her heart with an intensity she really kinda doesn't have the time to examine right now.
The fucking second any of that coiling plant matter even remotely touches her leg, her free hand charges a Fire Bolt and Hot Boi calls out angrily in response, fluffing up and smoldering on her shoulder. Boy is she just so ready to make a bonfire out of this mess, but-- Chill, sis. Can't solve every problem with fire.
"Fucking watch me, dipshit," she spits at the god, but she already knows there's no point in trying to convince them the thing they're the god of isn't the only thing that matters, or that what they're selling isn't real happiness in the first place. Might have seemed like it for a while, but it's-- denial, hiding, an empty, lonely high. It didn't mean anything.
"Alright, here's what I've got to offer! Bliss, your own fucking bliss, not this second-hand horseshit - if you let everybody go!"