26 - A God, Priming

Lin

I lie on the floor of the nemeton, my lips burning.

Lili told me about this before, but this is only the second time I've used lip plumper.

Yes, I have a bit of an insecurity about my lips not being big enough, but that's less a societal thing and more a "hey, who the fuck messed with my genetics again?!" thing.

Yet another thing that Mrs Voldy was jealous of. Even when my lips were as thin as a zip, she complained about them being bigger than hers.

I'm doing this because I'm considering doing my first POV TikTok today, and I need the lip plumping to work before I get on with my makeup.

Everything's out, and I think I know round about what I want to do.

I want to do at least one POV to a Windrunner song. Đưởng deserves that much after helping me over the past year or so.

I'm honestly not sure whether or not I'd be alive without her.

Today the Tube strikes are in full swing, so luckily for me, I won't have to travel to speak to my work coach.

When money is a concern, disruptions can truly be a blessing.

Besides perhaps having a conversation with my Galop advocate, I don't think I have anything else on for today.

I may buy some food, though, so I can at least eat well until Monday.

Hopefully by then, I'll be able to get my Cost Of Living payment, but I know that's not guaranteed.

I need to figure out other ways of keeping myself afloat.

For now, I'll wait, and as I do, I'll keep being a God, priming themself into the best version they can possibly be.

I think I'm starting to regain my confidence since the hate train tried to prevent me from writing.

I will never stop writing. Not even when I'm dead.

As I promise myself and the internet this, two golden objects apport onto my altar. A lyre, and a gold sun pendant.

Hey, cousin!

My dude! How be? Also, you using lip plumper? You're starting to remind me of Aphrodite...

Hey, don't do Aphrodite like that! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

I'm kidding lol. Chill.

I'm kind of surprised that Apollo decided to make himself known here, but it's a welcome scenario for me.

Good conversations over shared interests, bringing out the gay, you know how this goes...

Getting drunk on too much mead, making music about our exes...

That too...

This is where we would usually need a voice of reason, as we would absolutely go off the rails if given the chance, and when myself, Apollo, Hermes and Dionysus are together, well, put it this way...

No one is safe.

I mean, where's the lie?

Nowhere, lol.

But whilst we have no one to stop us, I also get the weird sense that this exchange will be calmer, and perhaps shorter, than normal.

You still have the hospitals to oversee.

Fair point.

We will have a point when we will get drunk though.

Yule?

Maybe.

It's going on the calendar! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Fine lol.

What are you offering?

Mead... And one of the gold sun bracelets with the gold topaz on it.

I love those ones! Thank you! o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Of course, you literally rule part of my livelihood.

True. Speaking of which, here's to your next creative endeavours. May they prosper, and change the multiverse as we know it. (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Cheers! 🖤

As he departs, I seat myself on the floor of the nemeton again, mug of mead raised high to the sky.

And here's to you, curing the multiverse of all ills again. Let them all recover swiftly and with ease.

Trugarez, until we meet again.