Osozo
”Is that how that works?” Osozo cocks their head, brows pulling together as they tried to work this out, feeing as if it was some kind of riddle. ”But, if I have seen her, and you see me, does that mean anything? What if I take you to her?” The words come with a laugh, this particular game fun.
Explaining things they know is even more fun, and they jump on the chance to do it. ”This is where the Voice was kept imprisoned by the old Gods.” Osozo leans in conspiratorially, their voice dropping, barely, to a stage whisper. ”They we’re jealous of Her.”
The touch doesn’t see to bother the Demi-god, their arm all but offered to Josh for examination, fingers wiggling helpfully. They were cool, but not cold, and organic, though all of them was soft, new. And it wasn’t quite viens that ran under their skin, shimmering pale, almost reflective instead of blue. ”I’m not that either. I am simply Made.”
Explaining things they know is even more fun, and they jump on the chance to do it. ”This is where the Voice was kept imprisoned by the old Gods.” Osozo leans in conspiratorially, their voice dropping, barely, to a stage whisper. ”They we’re jealous of Her.”
The touch doesn’t see to bother the Demi-god, their arm all but offered to Josh for examination, fingers wiggling helpfully. They were cool, but not cold, and organic, though all of them was soft, new. And it wasn’t quite viens that ran under their skin, shimmering pale, almost reflective instead of blue. ”I’m not that either. I am simply Made.”
Now this is where I'm meant to be
