the melancholy of a angered god-

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Tubbo pouts as he watches the god walk towards a grand door, before quickly disappearing. Turning to glare at his bond-mate with a scowl. "This is your fault! I was asking a simple question!"

"A simple question? Tubbo, do you not realize how rude it is to ask how he got his proxies?" Ranboo says appalled at the other.

The brunette growls but doesn't say anything else, instead choosing to continue to glare at the night God. 

He then turns to his proxies, his eyes softening before speaking, "so you've officially met Tommy, or sun. What do you think?" 

The men freeze briefly before Quackity decides to speak, "Ah, well when you had spoken about him before, I never would have guessed the overpowering aura he had." He admits quietly. 

At the admission Ranboo laughs, apparently listening to the conversation. (Really how rude could he be!) "Yes Tommy has quite a powerful aura. It's mainly to do with him being the sun god. Since his domain is so vague his powers are well beyond what you could comprehend." He says softly.

"What I'm worried about is his proxies- don't look at me like that!" Tubbo complains, eyes locking with the tallers. "I mean think about it, eons have gone by and he never once even thought of having them. So why all of a sudden does he? Awfully strange." The brunette rambles. 

The dual colored gods eyebrows clench and put his fingers to his chin in contemplation. "You're right...that is weird." He pauses before looking up at his own proxies- which of whom quickly bowed- "you three are to get closer to sun's proxies and see if they tell you anything incriminating. Find out if they did something to him."

"You three are to go as well, if you catch even a slight hint that they have done anything to him you are to report to us immediately." The nature god chimes in, smiling slightly at the curt nods he gets.

It's not as if they're too worried, Tommy is incredibly powerful and no mortal could ever force him to do something- however he is much easier to manipulate than other gods. he's not stupid but he his overly kind. So if they did do something, well….. gods don't have to be merciful. 

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Phil watches through lidded eyes as Tommy starts to slowly close his eyes, most likely feeling exhausted from the argument in the ballroom. Gods don't have to sleep, but they can if they wish to, so the blond being surrounded by his family bathed in warmth most likely made him tired. 

It's not like they were going to complain, him being asleep means he stays longer- not like he doesn't anyway, But still. 

Technoblade hugs the god a little tighter before gently flipping them, so the shorter one is laying on his broad chest. Tommy barely acknowledged it besides a quiet hum.

Not a sound was heard in the room as the god fell into a comfortable sleep. Only when the three were sure that he would not wake up was anything said.

"So we can all agree we don't like the others?" Wilbur questions quietly, earning a soft hum in response from the winged man.

"How long are they going to be here? I want them to leave already." A deep and quite gruff voice asks.

A sigh is heard before Phil sits up to lean on his elbow. "About...two or three days is what I was told."

"You're kidding me."

"Three days!? What the fuck!"

Philza groans at the two before sighing and dropping back down on the blankets, reaching his arms out and pulling Tommy off of the pinkette and onto his own chest, ignoring the growl he got from the other.

"You two are forgetting that they- and us- are immortal. It's three days, not three millenia so calm down." The man says dully, Honestly done with the whole situation. 

Wilbur groans before nodding. "Fine- but if those other "proxies" come near us I'm punching them. We are clearly superior!" He says proudly.

They all laugh at the other, smiles on their faces before Wilbur (deciding to be a nuisance) decides to jump onto technos chest, laying across him and Phil to hold the god. A soft 'oof ' escaped the two, as they glared at the musician.

Ignoring them Wilbur grins, and laughs. "Well if they're going to be here, let's make it where they never want to come back!" 

Philza and technoblade share a look before sly smiles appear in their faces, well maybe they will find out if gods bleed.

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