“Of sorts…” A soft sigh.
“I eat, breathe, sleep as one. I am not a god, because I do not have powers nor followers.” He is stagnant, stuck.

Heavy eyelids keep closing. . .

Ah, no, I am not a god.

Generally they cannot, no.
I am just… not quite like them.

He gently lies down on the straw mat, looking up to the ceiling.

This isn’t so bad, he thinks.

Perhaps with time, quiet and peace will truly make up for the loneliness.

Stifles a yawn.

˗ˏˋ 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 ˎˊ˗

★ Not new to character or fandom
★ 18+
★ Multi-ship
★ Dark | Mature themes

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The wood isn’t the sturdiest, and the door may need to be replaced but there is a semblance of peace to be found here, surely.
Where the distant past doesn’t echo ceaselessly.
Now that family, friends, home are all long lost concepts, all that he has left are his principles.

He seems to have forgotten a great many things…

Looking around for scraps. . .

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