Unspoken Words
light angst ; pre Motanite established relationship
In which Mot sleep talks and Dianite never sleeps, so he listens.
"Oh I'm so sorry my lord..."
'Why are you sorry?' Dianite muses in his mind. The sleeping form he's watching turns and twists uncomfortably in his slumber. 'My bravest champion, why do you seem so troubled?" The god waits and listens carefully to every word Mot speaks after.
"But I have failed you too many times..."
Dianite strongly disagrees. 'You may have failed me at times, but you have brought me happiness more than anyone, Mot.' However, the mortal still doesn't seem to think the same way.
"I'm not capable of being your follower any longer my lord..."
'There shouldn't be a day when you aren't on my side. I'd despise that with all of my existence.' The god won't live his immortal life without Mot, he really won't. He'd truly rather die than doing so.
"Oh how I wish I could deny it..."
Dianite patiently observes every move the man makes and every breath he takes. There's a bitter and dark smile on Mot's face. 'I despise seeing you like this, Mot. Tell me what's wrong. What are you denying?'
"I love you my lord... I really do."
