you need a big god; ryatah

[Carnage]

lord, I fashion dark gods too;

She crosses his mind, now and then. He enjoys the link he has to her, the connection forged on their last meeting. One thought, and he can take away her vision, another, he can restore it. Sometimes he looks through her gaze, takes in the kingdoms or the children. He has been gone, for a time – he doesn’t know how long. He never does, anymore, time has long since ceased to have any real meaning to him. Sometimes things seem to stretch on forever, other times a decade passes in a blink, he returns to find young lovers or children suddenly streaked with gray. This was disorienting, at first, but he has since embraced it, figuring such things come with omnipotence. But he’s back to the mortal plane, for now, a physical being manifesting in the sprawling place that’s the meadow. It was here he last saw her (well, not here – the meadow was the jumping-off point, but his lair exists on no map, and he keeps it that way, something exclusive). He doesn’t know why he always chooses the meadow – it is a lovely place, bright and open, which is exactly why he doesn’t fit. Every aspect of his physical appearance is normal, almost plain – a stormy gray, bearing the physicality of desert breeds and racehorses – yet at the same time his presence disrupts, as if the magic he wields is its own awful, physical thing. No, he doesn’t fit, but he chooses the meadow because it has been here as long as he has. As long as they have. An old place for old friends. At least, to start with. He blinds her before he pulls her forward, navigating her carefully enough – what’s a scratch or two? – liking to add a bit of mystery. (Not that it’s exactly the most complicated mystery to solve, she’s been here before, and who else might blind and compel her?) He does not hurry her journey. Time does not matter to either of them. He waits, patient, for Ryatah to arrive.

@[Ryatah] im asking forgiveness rather than permission to post to you SO