Akivili does a very stupid thing, then: he wavers.
He wavers because, unlike many of the Aeons, he and perhaps he alone still possesses a foolish mortal heart. THEY are capable of ascending to THEIR proper seat in Aeonic godhood when the opportunity strikes them — but most of the time, Akivili doesn't like to forget his roots, and he only flourishes as an embodiment of the Trailblaze when his hand is hard-pressed. Besides, as a matter of philosophy, Aha does have him beat: the nature of the Trailblaze is that it should welcome the birth of new possibilities. His own Path dictates that he doesn't have grounds to dismiss Aha from the Astral Express right now.
...And it's tempting. That handsome face with the nice big body. Akivili can sense it, beneath his palms: it's made of lovely things like laughter and liquor and roses. His own body is betraying its interest: it's made of stardust and milky galaxies, and its essence wants to tangle with Aha's. Distractedly, Akivili wonders if the Elation is aware that their new body is capable of lust; sex is a type of Elation too, after all.
The Elation might have noticed this. The Elation might have realized this.
Growling low in frustration, Akivili resolves to put some distance between himself and his fellow god.
"The Elation that you embody isn't funny to anyone but you sometimes," Akvili says, begrudgingly, but after a moment, he lets Aha go. Releases those twisted wrists. He scowls, spins Aha around. Leans in, so that they're face-to-face.
"I'll let you play at being one of the Nameless if that's what you want. We do have a lot of fun here. But if your pranks interfere with the Trailblaze at any point — I will end you. Are we clear?"
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He wavers because, unlike many of the Aeons, he and perhaps he alone still possesses a foolish mortal heart. THEY are capable of ascending to THEIR proper seat in Aeonic godhood when the opportunity strikes them — but most of the time, Akivili doesn't like to forget his roots, and he only flourishes as an embodiment of the Trailblaze when his hand is hard-pressed. Besides, as a matter of philosophy, Aha does have him beat: the nature of the Trailblaze is that it should welcome the birth of new possibilities. His own Path dictates that he doesn't have grounds to dismiss Aha from the Astral Express right now.
...And it's tempting. That handsome face with the nice big body. Akivili can sense it, beneath his palms: it's made of lovely things like laughter and liquor and roses. His own body is betraying its interest: it's made of stardust and milky galaxies, and its essence wants to tangle with Aha's. Distractedly, Akivili wonders if the Elation is aware that their new body is capable of lust; sex is a type of Elation too, after all.
The Elation might have noticed this. The Elation might have realized this.
Growling low in frustration, Akivili resolves to put some distance between himself and his fellow god.
"The Elation that you embody isn't funny to anyone but you sometimes," Akvili says, begrudgingly, but after a moment, he lets Aha go. Releases those twisted wrists. He scowls, spins Aha around. Leans in, so that they're face-to-face.
"I'll let you play at being one of the Nameless if that's what you want. We do have a lot of fun here. But if your pranks interfere with the Trailblaze at any point — I will end you. Are we clear?"