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❝You're not taking me to bed. Ever.❞
❝...Who said it had to be on a bed?❞
A disgraced immortal and a legendary folk hero are desperate to locate a blacksmith who can break the enchanted handcuffs that...
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Losing his body was disorienting in a lot of ways, but it made flying that much easier.
Xosa delighted in his weightlessness. He wiggled his invisible, pointed ears. He held his electric form together in his large, nonexistent hands. For the first time since Xosa could remember (and you better believe an ancient god like him boasted a memory as enduring as time), he was nothing.
He was simply here and present (and now). A collection of passionate dreams and animal thoughts and fleeting impulses. He was atomic.
And how wonderful it was.
Errant stars and space rock hurtled by like pastel seagulls until Xosa remembered he was the one falling through the cosmos like a boiled egg.The obedient heavens didn't dare move unless Iyo commanded them to.
And where would he land? Poallu might've banished Xosa to the mortal realm and snatched his crown, but the furious god didn't specify which kingdom Xosa should call his home for the next, oh... eternity?
No matter. Without a proper body, Xosa couldn't steer his incorporeal mass anyways. He was simply along for the ride.
Samsxal, the mortal realm, greeted him below without hesitation - first a frosting of clouds. Woosh.
Then a shock of lily-pad green and bear brown.
(a jungle!)
And finally, a dazzling yellow mouth yawned beneath a mountainous nose.
(...sunflowers?)
Just his luck, Xosa would crash in a harvesting village.
The god braced for impact and, foolishly, covered a head that didn't exist.
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