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As it turns out - you can do quite a lot as a God, even if the whole concept of Godhood is still pretty new to you. Well, to be fair, when you’ve always been just so good at figuring things out quickly, you can also do it with being a God! (Such a relief, honestly). You jump from there to there, create your own paths and try to make sure everything’s going smoothly in this lovely world you’re overseeing. There is this other thing you learn pretty quickly too, as a God. Not as fun as blocks appearing at your will or being able to go anywhere in the matter of seconds. It’s that, no matter how good you are at racing along tracks constructed by your own hands, your thoughts will always catch up to you. They slither around your mind, leaving slime trails everywhere they can touch. They infect you, maybe, or they’re a remedy - to your own ignorance and what you have taken as an absolute truth when you should have stayed and *listened*.
Evbo stood above all he saved. He sacrificed so much to get to that moment, for those people, that civilization. Still, his mind buzzed - it wasn’t enough. People have died senselessly and the survivor syndrome started chatching up to him, finally. At that moment, it all seemed so easy, choosing what to do. Living with it? Not so much. Was he even alive, really? Could a God be alive? Questions were eating at him, endlessly. He had friends, he supposed, but bothering them with the issues of a God didn’t seem like… something a God should do. He didn’t even feel like a God. He felt like a kid who had barely managed to survive.
“Tough, isn’t it?”
Voice, smooth like silk, cut through the air. Nobody should have been able to get there but Evbo didn’t feel surprised.. He looked up, straight at the person leaning on the wall next to him. He wasn’t looking back at him, eyes glued to the horizon. Evbo suspected he was a ghost of some kind, but he didn’t look ghostly. His skin didn’t lose its warmth, beauty marks were still in all the right spots. Funnily enough, in the warm hues of the setting sun, Evbo had seen for the very first time that Seawatt’s eyes were deep brown and not just black. He might have been a bit too silent for the other’s tastes and those eyes he was admiring seconds ago darted to his own, startling him slightly. A smile crept upon the other’s face for just a short moment. “Lost in the view?”
Evbo honestly didn’t know if his companion meant the setting sun or himself. It didn’t matter, though; the answer was the same. “Yeah.”
That smile, quick to disappear, again.
“I could say the same,” he said and suddenly the matter of what that supposed view mattered. “You didn’t call me here to discuss it though, did you?”
Huh.
“Call you here?”, Evbo repeated. Seawatt pushed himself off the block he was leaning on and walked closer, slowly, stretching his arms. He seemed so alike a cat. Evbo did like cats.
“Well, you’re a God. And you wanted me here. So,” He spread his arms, like he was showing himself to Evbo. “Here I am. For your enjoyment.”
The way he accented every syllable wrapped itself around Evbo’s throat, closing in, making it impossible to utter anything. He stayed staring at the man in front of him. Could he touch him? Theoretically, of course.
“You seem a little lost,” Seawatt added when he noticed the other side of that conversation wasn’t adding that much. “Frankly, I am too. I think you… pulled me out of nothingness.” A laugh followed this statement - a sharp, dishonest laugh. “Me! Why? Only you have the answer for that! So, if you could *please* answer…”
“I didn’t want it to end like *this*,” Words left Evbo’s mouth before he even realized what he wanted to say. “It wasn’t fair. To you. My predecessor… Hurt you and so many others and I… Instead of trying to do something about it…”
Seawatt rolled his eyes.
“To be fair, you were sort of manipulated into my own game of pointless revenge. Because I lied to you. And all that,” his gaze was fixed somewhere else, far away from Evbo. “Yes, I’m not the biggest fan of your admiration for that old guy. But you didn’t know. Or something. But…”, he started and then just groaned. “When you’re stuck in eternal nothingness you do nothing but think. So I thought! And I planned everything I would have said if I got the chance and now I have it and… it’s hard! But just…”, his eyes ran away from Evbo again. His lips slightly trembled during the short pause. He looked scared. He shouldn’t, not again. “I guess I’m *sorry*. If I was honest, maybe… We’d figure something out. But you idolized that guy and I was a villain in your story. So… I was scared. Not an excuse, still.”
He seemed fragile, at that moment. Vulnerable. And out of all people, it was with Evbo. It had always been him, though.
“You were hurting,” Evbo’s voice trembled.
“Yes, but-”, his eyes trailed back to him and immediately widened. “Lord, don’t tell me you’re going to actually cry.”
“Well, I’d like not to! But I was the leader and-! I failed so many, not only you! But with you, with you I had a chance, maybe!” His voice was shaking. Was he crying? Oh, he actually was.
“I don’t think I’d really have any character development without the betrayal from the Villain. And I’m here, so, bygones are bygones, right? Right?” He repeated the world, quicker, and got slightly closer. Suddenly, Evbo felt his warm hand on his shoulder. He was at arm’s length but in front of him, touching him, mesmerizing brown eyes wide and *concerned*. Tears still trailed down Evbo’s cheeks but he felt his breathing even out as he stared, counting all small beauty spots on Seawatt’s face that he never saw from far away. It was just them, for such a long moment.
“Ough, never make me comfort you again. That was awful,” Seawatt said. It had no bite to it, though.
“Will you leave?” Evbo felt so small. His own voice felt small.
“Uhm, no? Unless you will banish me, I guess…” The answer didn’t seem good enough, so quickly, he added, “If it’s up to me, no. I guess I have to make up for all the deception and trickery. Or something. And I did enjoy working with you.” His voice softened at the end. The words brought a certain hurt, anxiety, memories of what had happened. It was in the past, though. Seawatt was there, still holding the hand on Evbo’s shoulder. He seemed too far away from him, suddenly. Evbo did half a step forward and let his head fall on the other’s shoulder, earning a surprised gasp from him. He felt how Seawatt held his breath for a moment. It came back when his arms locked behind Evbo’s back, bringing him closer.
“I’m not good at this,” he murmured right into Evbo’s ear. Sure, the hug might have been a bit awkward. but it was there. Evbo just laughed softly, nuzzing his head further into the crook of his neck.
Seawatt smelled very particularly: definitely not bad, but Evbo just couldn’t place what exactly he smelt of.
Later however he figured it out: he smelt like home.