you've been on my mind

He has no wish to see a god. He doesn’t want any of this god shit. But sometimes - just sometimes - fate throws a curve ball, and the god shows up anyway. It starts with a soft laugh; a giggle, almost, boyish and young. Then the stuffed dragon is simply... gone from Zeph’s hands, though he might see it wiggling a little behind the statue he stands before. Before he can focus on it too clearly, though, he’s splashed with water, and a pair of big brown eyes peep out with the dragon. ”Pa, you swore.” The boy laughs again. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own