Amber felt like this was going to be a normal occurrence; waking up to the oaken ceiling of the shack that she's currently living in, she tried, successfully, to recollect what had happened before losing consciousness. The robed man before her, was a god no two ways about it. She had seen him create the sacred Relics right in front of her very own eyes. Realization started to settle in – she mocked him; fear started to well up in her stomach.
She had just mocked a god who had nothing but good intentions for her, he had given her gifts that she still didn't know how they worked, offered her lodgings during her time of need, and she had just stood up to that and spat on all of his generosity. She knew, she was dead, no two ways around it. There was nothing she could do to repent for that. Unless… she shook her head, that will have to be the last resort, he may be a god but even she has pride. For now, an apology should be appropriate, and if that doesn't work then… a gulp formed around her throat, she could only hope for him to be gentle.
She slowly sat up from the bed and looked around only to find out that he's not in the house at the moment. She moved her legs to the side and stood up. Walking around, she noticed how the house was barely touched, dust gathered on the furniture and on the walls. An idea sprung in her mind, a way for her to repent! If she could clean the god's abode, then perhaps he might forgive her for being rude earlier. With that objective in mind she started to look for a cloth commence the cleaning.
When she could find none, she decided to make a desperate move. Looking down on her clothes, she hesitantly took them off, now standing in the room with only her undergarments, she looked around for a bucket. Her eyes locked on to the chest, which was at the right corner of the house, she made her way towards the chest and gingerly opened it, as if the chest was going to bite her. When such imaginations didn't happen, she opened it to see items that she couldn't recognize but there were some that she did, some bars, jars and herbs. Fortunately, that wasn't all that was in the chest, she had found her quarry.
Taking the iron bucket out, she then went outside. The cool night wind brushed up against her skin, making her shiver. Perhaps she could've taken out her clothes later on, after she had taken the water. She shook her head, she'll just be wasting time doing that, she left the house and using her knowledge of the land, she discovered a nearby river.
A few minutes had passed when she reached the thatch house again. She looked through the window and to her luck, the god wasn't home yet. A mental fist pump later and she's back inside of the thatch house, she soaked her clothes in the water bucket and wringed it before starting her cleaning. She first started with the furniture, then the walls. It didn't take long for her to finish cleaning the house since the god didn't have much to begin with.
Coincidentally, right after she finished cleaning, the door opened. She turned around to discover that the god had returned home. He started to look around the house, she felt nervous, is her effort enough to forgive her for what she has done? The robed god stopped looking around and made his way towards her. The closer he got to her, the more she felt timid it didn't help that she was practically presenting herself to him.
"Sit on the bed,"
"Eh?" she dumbly said.
He didn't speak anymore, he stared at her, waiting for her response. Her shoulders sagged, of course her efforts weren't enough, mocking a god is a sin beyond comprehension. She prepared herself for the inevitable, her mind was ready, but her body wasn't. She was a lady, she couldn't just offer her body as if it was a plaything but unfortunately, her body is her last ammunition. She turned around, tears forming in her eyes. She kneeled down walking on her knees, hands clasped together.
"P-Please, there has to be some other way!" she begged.
"There is no other way," the robed god said firmly.
Her tears stained the floor that she cleaned but nevertheless, she slowly stood up, walked and sat on the bed. She couldn't meet his eyes, her face was red from embarrassment but fortunately, she managed to plead one last time.
"P-Please…please be gentle," she said meekly.
The robed god walked up to her once more. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to take advantage of her. At least, she thought, her first time was going to be with a god. Time went by and not a single second did she open her eyes. Well for the first five seconds before she opened them again only to see the god offering her… blue stars?
"Take it,"
She was confused, was this like the gods' version of contraceptives? She took the blue stars. To her surprise, she could feel something mystical about the stars, it's like she's holding concentrated magic. No, scratch that, she is holding concentrated magic… how?
"Right, he's a god," she thought.
"Use them, they will restore your magic," He explained.
He held one of the stars, they were a little bigger than her palm, she enclosed her fingers around the troughs of the star and proceed to crush it. The star was easily crushed and the next thing she felt was something otherworldly. She could feel her soul getting restored! Once that feeling of high disappeared, she took the next one, and the next one until all of the stars were gone. When she had used up all of the stars, she felt complete once more.
The robed god nodded his head. "Good, your magic is back to how it used to be. Get some rest,"
Confusion then settled on her face. "Y-You're not going to do anything to me?"
The robed god looked at her. "I simply wanted to help you, what else were you thinking,"
A large blush creeped up to Amber's face, she turned around. "N-Nothing else! I'll go get some rest now! Good night!"
She laid back on her bed and wrapped the blanket around her. So, she misunderstood it, the god merely wanted to help her and that made her happy. But somewhere deep inside of her, she felt a little upset, she shook her thoughts. The robed god is just that a god he doesn't have sexual desires unlike her kind, humans.
"Still… he should've… done… something," she thought before sleep overtook her thoughts.
Amber Autumn
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Affinity
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A/N: James Ironwood is dead. Potato :)
