♜ 𝙼𝚌𝚢𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 ♚(INDEFINITE HIATUS)

♤ 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 • 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 + 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 ♤

Summary: Tommy fails his god by being unable to kill Dream, and comes to church of prime to pray for forgivenes.

DreamSMP/Right after Wilbur's revival

Drista is thousands of years old, and although she's young for a dreamon, she's still miles older than Tommy. Their relationship is that of a god and their worshipper, so no shipping. Plus, they're minors and are uncomfortable with shipping.

Dreamon are winged humanoids that hold great amount of power, and are usually worshipped as gods. They live in the end.

CW: Religious worship, mentions of death.

If there are any spelling mistakes, lemme know

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"Forgive me, my lady, for I have failed you."

There was no response, but he already felt better.

The imp sat on his knees in the church of prime, hands clasped together on his lap and eyes closed.

He could feel a presence in the room, but didn't dare open his eyes.

"I didn't manage to kill him, and because of my failure.."

He paused, a lump forming in his throat.

"I lost Ghostbur."

Finally, finally, the deity acknowledged him with a small hum.

"I am so sorry, my lady. Please forgive me for failing you."

"You are forgiven."

And Tommy swore he could hear the bell of prime ringing in rejoice as those words were uttered from his god's mouth.

"Ah-thank you, my lady! Words could never express how grateful I am."

The deity hummed again, and then the imp could feel her eyes on him.

There was the sound of rustling fabric, followed by the clicking of shoes against marble as his god walked to him. He heard her drop down behind him, and suddenly there were fingers pulling his hair from it's ponytail.

"Stay still, I'm going to braid your wonderful white streak into a braid."

Tommy hummed, smiling softly at the use of 'wonderful' to describe his hair.

The ethereal being braided his hair skillfully, summoning an elastic hair band and wrapping it around the end to keep it in place.

She then put his hair back into the pony-tail, letting the braid hang low instead of being up with the rest.

"Do your hair like this from now on, it looks nice."

Tommy nodded obsequiously, ignoring the urge to lean back into the warmth and perfection that was his god.

"Alright, off you go. I'll make sure the British song boy doesn't bother you."

Tommy smiled, waiting until he felt the presence leave to open his eyes, rising to his feet and walking out of the church, feeling refreshed and safe.

He will not fail her again, he promises that.

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