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Mar. 14th, 2006 01:23 pmAt times, lots of people never tell us what they are really thinking. Who is the one person that you would really like to know what they are thinking (as far as how they feel about you), and why?
I am a god. Do you think I care? If I want to know what you think, I just could pluck it from your mind.
....All right. No, really, I couldn't. Telepathy is one thing, but I can't go about invading minds and plucking out thoughts. Those on the surface that you're broadcasting loud and clear? Of course. But nothing subtler.
*wrinkles nose* That's not nearly as impressive, is it? What can I say? I'm not that kind of god.
I'm apparently picking up your modern vernacular, though I am horribly resisting the urge to incorporate some of Michael's more expressive slang into my own vocabulary.
Truthfully, though, I know what most people think about me. You are all like open books. Only two of you come to mind who leave me confused and befuddled and all the not fun things that I assume mortals feel on a daily basis.
Keelia used to confuse me. Michael did for the longest time. But we've been trying the actual talking thing lately, and I feel far better about the state of things.
There's my silent Prince, of course. Well, not my Prince, but a lowly godling can dream, yes? Or tease him mercilessly, as the case may be. But, he has his Queen and I'm actually not in a masochistic mood currently and so will leave the Sadist be.
That only leaves the other who leaves me wracked with doubt and crawling with curiosity.
"The death god" my Lady likes to call him affectionately as she attempts to beguile his affections away from me. Hussy. The rest of you lot know him as Anubis. Or Antubis, as the sweet little ghost calls him. He let me collar him once, and I've no idea why, or what it means. His lips say no. His eyes say yes. He teases by his mere presence and seeming immunity to my not inconsiderable charms. Frustrating, that. I don't know what he wants from me, or I do and it saddens me that it is something I cannot give. That it is something I would not dream of giving--cannot conceive of ever leaving them, of having them in this world and not being with them...They are my life. She has been so for millenia. That doesn't change. Won't change. But I would see him happy. I would see him smile. And that possessive nature of mine scowls at it being anyone else that gives that to him, while my better nature just wants him to be happy. Wants him to find love in all its forms. Embrace it. Revel in it. Live as fully as possible.
I would not change him, and yet, as he is, I do not know...where I stand. What he wants. What he thinks of me. What he feels for me.
I'm not used to being at such a loss.
I am a god. Do you think I care? If I want to know what you think, I just could pluck it from your mind.
....All right. No, really, I couldn't. Telepathy is one thing, but I can't go about invading minds and plucking out thoughts. Those on the surface that you're broadcasting loud and clear? Of course. But nothing subtler.
*wrinkles nose* That's not nearly as impressive, is it? What can I say? I'm not that kind of god.
I'm apparently picking up your modern vernacular, though I am horribly resisting the urge to incorporate some of Michael's more expressive slang into my own vocabulary.
Truthfully, though, I know what most people think about me. You are all like open books. Only two of you come to mind who leave me confused and befuddled and all the not fun things that I assume mortals feel on a daily basis.
Keelia used to confuse me. Michael did for the longest time. But we've been trying the actual talking thing lately, and I feel far better about the state of things.
There's my silent Prince, of course. Well, not my Prince, but a lowly godling can dream, yes? Or tease him mercilessly, as the case may be. But, he has his Queen and I'm actually not in a masochistic mood currently and so will leave the Sadist be.
That only leaves the other who leaves me wracked with doubt and crawling with curiosity.
"The death god" my Lady likes to call him affectionately as she attempts to beguile his affections away from me. Hussy. The rest of you lot know him as Anubis. Or Antubis, as the sweet little ghost calls him. He let me collar him once, and I've no idea why, or what it means. His lips say no. His eyes say yes. He teases by his mere presence and seeming immunity to my not inconsiderable charms. Frustrating, that. I don't know what he wants from me, or I do and it saddens me that it is something I cannot give. That it is something I would not dream of giving--cannot conceive of ever leaving them, of having them in this world and not being with them...They are my life. She has been so for millenia. That doesn't change. Won't change. But I would see him happy. I would see him smile. And that possessive nature of mine scowls at it being anyone else that gives that to him, while my better nature just wants him to be happy. Wants him to find love in all its forms. Embrace it. Revel in it. Live as fully as possible.
I would not change him, and yet, as he is, I do not know...where I stand. What he wants. What he thinks of me. What he feels for me.
I'm not used to being at such a loss.
