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If Draw held any more power in her own two hands, she’d be a god.
They wouldn’t replace Death, no. The current God of Death filled his role well and achieved exactly what he needed to when he needed to. For Draw to step into that role would be almost disrespectful. Death was good at his job if Draw was any symbol of that.
If Draw held any more power in its own two hands, it’d be the God of Destruction.
Part of it came from loves purpose. Being put on the earth to end it all but crowned Draw as destruction. Love left plumes of withering ash floating through the air, city ruins to be discovered years into the future, and friendships left to be forgotten in the rotten taste that filled everyone’s mouth at the thought of love. And while love didn’t mean it, it was inevitable.
It was inevitable, just like creation. The blossoming of new things in the wake of destruction. Destruction inspired and demanded creation as long as there was something there to create.
If Draw were to say anyone deserved to be a god-- in some reality other than its current one where it had any influence on the destiny of anything-- it would give it to Jegg. It would make Jegg the God of Creation if they’d like to be.
Jegg was kind. Jegg was the kindest person Draw knew after their resurrection. Jegg built a small town for people to gather and be safe. Jegg welcomed Draw with open arms and an understanding smile. Jegg took the news of the end of the world with grace. Jegg took in the harbinger of death and loved them until they had no reason to start the apocalypse. Jegg pushed back against anyone who spoke out against Draw because Jegg knew Draw. Because Jegg was kind.
Jegg and Draw are to one another in the same way Destruction and Creation are to one another; Destruction can’t exist without Creation.
Draw can’t exist without Jegg.
Creation fuels Destruction-- trees for a bonfire, grass for a desire path, toys for a toddler’s hands.
Jegg fuels Draw-- offers them connections even if they don’t work out, offers a safe town to live in even if they build their house on a plot more easily accessed via horseback, offers love and affection even if it would kill her to expose her skin to the withering on Draw’s arms.
Destruction makes way for creation-- empty plots ready for new plants, dug-out holes for new pathways, shelf space for dolls and figures rather than stuffed animals and soft toys.
Draw makes way for Jegg-- sparks reason for a united front, sparks passion for a cause they don’t know they’ll reach, sparks an appreciation for life they didn’t have until it was threatened.
Creation can survive without Destruction-- all creation needs is a reason, is a need, is an inspiration. Creation doesn’t have to have Destruction as an inspiration to exist.
Draw doesn’t have to stand as a looming threat of the end of everything for Jegg to have made everything that they did in the end. Draw didn’t have to have been resurrected as a horseman for Jegg to smile the way they do.
Creation can’t thrive with Destruction. Hand in hand the two create a vicious cycle of chasing one another in hopes that only one will remain. Destruction can’t overtake Creation. Creation can’t overtake destruction.
Jegg can’t keep all of the people important to her close when she so deeply loves someone she can’t touch. Jegg can’t keep her interpersonal relationships without the weight of tension when the harbinger of Death trails her as a shadow. Jegg can’t reassure the people she cares about that everything will be okay when she’s the only person willing to stand in the way of the end of the world.
Jegg can survive with Draw. Jegg can wake up every morning with their whole world mad at them for trusting Draw and still greet the world with a smile. Jegg can grin and bear it until they fall into the solo presence of their favorite confidant or the warm embrace of their bed. Jegg can handle the tiring cycle of loving a horseman as long as their horseman can handle the tiring cycle of loving a human it's meant to kill.
Jegg cannot thrive with Draw. Jegg cannot wake up every morning with their whole world -- minus one-- mad at them for trusting Draw and pretend that they feel heard. Jegg cannot grin and bear it until they’re able to be alone or alone with Draw without the facade slipping. Jegg cannot handle the tiring cycle of loving a horseman as long as their horseman can handle the tiring cycle of loving a human it’s meant to kill no matter how much they want to.
Draw hates the fact that love can thrive with Jegg. Draw can resist love calling as long as Jegg tries to smile at love every day. Draw can grin and bear any situation as long as Jegg’s close enough to see the interaction. Draw can handle the tiring cycle of loving a human as long as loves human can handle the tiring cycle of loving a horseman who was destined to kill them.
The endless cycle of Creation and Destruction chasing each other never stops but would bring the world to a halt if it did. Creation would leave an abundance until things overflowed and demanded destruction and Destruction would take and take until there was nothing left to give.
The tiring cycle of the love between a human and a horseman never stops but would bring the world to a halt if it did. Draw would flood the world with the withering until there was nothing left of the world but her own memories of what once was. And Jegg…
Jegg could be the God of Creation because they could exist freely on their own in Draw’s absence. Draw could be the God of Destruction because they could not exist freely on their own in Jegg’s absence.
Except when Jegg couldn’t. When Jegg loved Draw for more than the advantage it gave her over the end of the world. Jegg loved Draw for Draw, and what type of Gods that made either of them was anyone’s guess.