Gideon
the priest
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you
'Cause the rest of you
Gideon managed the boxes easily, forgetting he was carrying them as they continued to talk on his favourite subject of the Gods that ruled their world. "I'll have to keep how I got it a secret, I'm afraid." Couldn't give away all his tricks to someone he barely knew, even if she was beloved; the Order operated in the dark and stayed that way because of the few details given. "I can sense the feelings of any of the Gods." He said simply, and it was true: the Voice was not a God, therefore he did not feel hers (nor did he want to).
The hope in her voice was endearing as she asked about Vi's affection; he looked at her and thought on it, a soft but hesitant smile coming to his face. "Well. You're certainly not disliked by any of them. I can tell Vi senses a great potential in you." It was probably not quite the answer she was looking for, but Gideon didn't lie: besides, potential was good. It meant Amalia might be inspired to further serve their Gods, to work greater for their cause.
"I met Ronin just outside these very walls. Are you Safrin-beloved ones gathering for a party?" He asked with a laugh, still amazed at the coincidence of meeting two such people in a day. "Other than him though, I haven't had the honour of meeting any others. Demi Gods are a rare thing, as they should be. The Gods only bestow rewards on those that truly earn them."
Secretly, privately, in the occasional moments of vanity he had, Gideon liked to imagine he might one day be among those scared few. Of course, time was moving on and he had let go of the dream from how tightly he had once held it, but it did sometimes resurface.
The hope in her voice was endearing as she asked about Vi's affection; he looked at her and thought on it, a soft but hesitant smile coming to his face. "Well. You're certainly not disliked by any of them. I can tell Vi senses a great potential in you." It was probably not quite the answer she was looking for, but Gideon didn't lie: besides, potential was good. It meant Amalia might be inspired to further serve their Gods, to work greater for their cause.
"I met Ronin just outside these very walls. Are you Safrin-beloved ones gathering for a party?" He asked with a laugh, still amazed at the coincidence of meeting two such people in a day. "Other than him though, I haven't had the honour of meeting any others. Demi Gods are a rare thing, as they should be. The Gods only bestow rewards on those that truly earn them."
Secretly, privately, in the occasional moments of vanity he had, Gideon liked to imagine he might one day be among those scared few. Of course, time was moving on and he had let go of the dream from how tightly he had once held it, but it did sometimes resurface.
The best of you, Honey, belongs to me
