And the first drink's free

[the_fires_deep]

A young woman opens a door, and quirks an eyebrow. There is a bar where there should not be one.

She considers her options, briefly, then decides that she really can't resist investigating. Risky? Perhaps. But it'll bug her if she doesn't figure out what's going on. She informs several people that should likely know that she is going into a strange magic bar thing, and then in she goes.

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[the_fires_deep]

She smiles back.

"Well all right then."

And then... he is her acolyte. He can tell immediately. It's rather like the goddess has given him the key to her soul.



"Unfortunately, now your birds will have to wear necklaces. For maximum efficiency," she says, dryly.

[seewhathappens]

"I'm sure I will look very fashionable."

[the_fires_deep]

"That's the spirit! All of the other birds will be jealous. Watch for projectiles. They might get vindictive."

[seewhathappens]

He laughs.

[the_fires_deep]

She grins.

Well! That worked out well. She might send a bird to have a bit of a panic attack for her later, but she sincerely thinks he won't make her regret this choice.

[seewhathappens]

He does not make her regret this choice!

All of his manifestations take to wearing her holy objects, in her customary dark stone and the large-round-pendant form that is the Imperial standard for acolytes. Distributing the benefits of their respective powers becomes vastly more efficient.



About a month later, Kirovalin's manifestation in the bar finds Tisvetaia's, and hands her a wooden acolyte pendant.

[the_fires_deep]

She blinks down at it, and recognizes the type of pendant. She smiles, a bit impishly.

"Is that a question," she asks, "god emperor? If so, the answer's yes."

[seewhathappens]

He smiles, and ducks his head slightly in an endearingly shy way, and makes her his acolyte.

[the_fires_deep]

Tisvetaia giggles a little (he is adorable, she has such an adorable god partner, it is the best) and puts on the amulet.

"Requesting permission to hug you, on the grounds that you're the most adorable god emperor of all time."

[seewhathappens]

"Granted."

[the_fires_deep]

Hug!

[seewhathappens]

Hug.

[the_fires_deep]

Such hugs.

".... You are admittedly making it very tempting to attempt cuddle you while Milliways is empty. You had to go and be adorable," she mock-complains.

[seewhathappens]

"Not a result I intended, but not a result I would complain about," he says.

[the_fires_deep]

"No? Perfectly happy to be cuddled by a volcano goddess? Well now I have to."

[seewhathappens]

"Perfectly happy," he agrees.

[the_fires_deep]

"You have earned your fate," she says, with mock gravitas. And then she snuggles closer and pillows her head on his shoulder.

[seewhathappens]

How cuddly.

Cuddly hug!

[the_fires_deep]

Yep!

Snuggle.



She does not make him regret his choice, either. She wears his holy objects in all of her manifestations, in the same imperial standard of pendant. Wood, instead of her dark glassy stone. They are extremely efficient with their magical pokes. Her neighbors near her original domain think she's insane. She doesn't care. Their citizens are happy, and they and many others in the multiverse are poked.

And in the quiet moments in Milliways, they cuddle.