Then, Elidibus decides to make a choice. Words are all well and good, and he has done much with using his command over language, but actions are sometimes needed to cement intent. So he drains his tea, smiles at Charlie, and reaches forward to place his hand atop the local deity's.
He gives his fingers a soft squeeze.
"There is nothing to apologize for. You have done far more than most would for us, especially seeing as you were thrust into this position. But you are doing so very well, dear Charlie." Another soft squeeze. "Do not think otherwise."
He's surprised at the touch, but he does not move away. No, he turns his hand over and returns the encouraging squeeze.
"Thank you, Elidibus. It means a great deal to hear that. It can be a thankless job at times, but I am learning yet." With that final squeeze of his hand, Themis may find himself feeling much lighter on his feet, with the smell of fresh linens emanating from his person for the next few days.
"Do not forget that I too am here for you, and it is my duty to make sure everyone under my wing is comfortable as they can be."
"Though others may take your presence for granted, I at least will always be here to thank you."
For a brief moment Elidibus wonders what it would be like to court a god. Gentle and sweet, perhaps, if that god were to be Charlie. He will be satisfied with friendship, of course, but the idea does not leave his thoughts. He would be good to Charlie. He knows that to be a fact. Would it be all that the other man deserves? There is no way that one may know. But even so, whether it ends in a bond of friendship or of something else, the path settles in his ribcage.
"With one such as you looking over me I shall be blessed indeed. Though, I hope we may come to be closer than shepherd and flock. Friends, I should like." A bit of contained humor curls the corners of his lips upwards. "But considering the wings, perhaps you are part of the flock as well?"
Charlie of course has no idea the wanderings of Elidibus' mind, or the idea of romance. Still, he knows the man does make him feel at ease, and that is more than enough. Aside from being easy on the eyes as well, of course.
"I am more than happy to be friends." That alone makes his smile grow. He laughs softly at the flock comment. "Maybe so, maybe so. I haven't put much thought to such nomenclature. But a friend I should like very much."
"It is, perhaps, improper nomenclature - dragons are not birds after all, despite all of my newly growing feathers." The joke is cracked with a lopsided grin.
Then, with a warm feeling spreading from within and peace settling in his, chest Elidibus extends forth a hand. "Friends, then." And whatever else that may bring. Charlie is a good soul, he knows that down to his marrow, and every iota of justice that sleeps within his bones would see his passage through life eased, if only by a fraction.
Charlie is not exactly what you'd call a tough crowd, so he laughs behind a polite hand.
Nodding firmly at the appointment of their friendship. Honestly, it's still somewhat new to him. To have many people eager to be his friend, unafraid or unburdened by the concept. And he too, finally less fearful of the concept.
The remainder of his visit is spent in that good company as they make easy work of the tea between the two of them. Elidibus stays perhaps a touch too long than would be perfectly polite, but, well, they are newly made friends now and such transgressions will surely be forgiven.
He makes it a point to repeat these visits, with no motive other than to ensure Charlie takes a break.
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Then, Elidibus decides to make a choice. Words are all well and good, and he has done much with using his command over language, but actions are sometimes needed to cement intent. So he drains his tea, smiles at Charlie, and reaches forward to place his hand atop the local deity's.
He gives his fingers a soft squeeze.
"There is nothing to apologize for. You have done far more than most would for us, especially seeing as you were thrust into this position. But you are doing so very well, dear Charlie." Another soft squeeze. "Do not think otherwise."
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"Thank you, Elidibus. It means a great deal to hear that. It can be a thankless job at times, but I am learning yet." With that final squeeze of his hand, Themis may find himself feeling much lighter on his feet, with the smell of fresh linens emanating from his person for the next few days.
"Do not forget that I too am here for you, and it is my duty to make sure everyone under my wing is comfortable as they can be."
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For a brief moment Elidibus wonders what it would be like to court a god. Gentle and sweet, perhaps, if that god were to be Charlie. He will be satisfied with friendship, of course, but the idea does not leave his thoughts. He would be good to Charlie. He knows that to be a fact. Would it be all that the other man deserves? There is no way that one may know. But even so, whether it ends in a bond of friendship or of something else, the path settles in his ribcage.
"With one such as you looking over me I shall be blessed indeed. Though, I hope we may come to be closer than shepherd and flock. Friends, I should like." A bit of contained humor curls the corners of his lips upwards. "But considering the wings, perhaps you are part of the flock as well?"
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"I am more than happy to be friends." That alone makes his smile grow. He laughs softly at the flock comment. "Maybe so, maybe so. I haven't put much thought to such nomenclature. But a friend I should like very much."
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Then, with a warm feeling spreading from within and peace settling in his, chest Elidibus extends forth a hand. "Friends, then." And whatever else that may bring. Charlie is a good soul, he knows that down to his marrow, and every iota of justice that sleeps within his bones would see his passage through life eased, if only by a fraction.
For as long as he is present, at the very least.
Wrap?
Nodding firmly at the appointment of their friendship. Honestly, it's still somewhat new to him. To have many people eager to be his friend, unafraid or unburdened by the concept. And he too, finally less fearful of the concept.
Wrap!
He makes it a point to repeat these visits, with no motive other than to ensure Charlie takes a break.