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Motanite: He was tired

No actual interaction between Mot and Dianite in this chapter, just Mot reflecting over how Dianite his one true love will never love him //swoons//

Whenever Mot got home he would sit at his desk and sigh. Alyssa would still be over at Martha's house, so he had alone time until she showed up around night time. He would reflect upon the day, regretting the stupid things he had done or remembering that one snide comment Dianite had made over something. And then it would hit him: Dianite.

The god's beautiful dark maroon skin, those ivory horns that twisted at odd angles, his voice that Mot just always melted to. He was perfect, and he'd never be Mot's.

Spark was the only acception, and everyone knew it. Ianite was foolish as to give in to her feelings and start a family with a mortal. It would just cause her more pain than it would happiness. Even if Dianite does feel even the slightest bit of love for Mot, then Mot would decline. He wouldn't want to burden the god with his impending doom.

He was already sick, he was meant to die a long time ago from it. Instead it left him with an ever growing creeper rash that had spread over his right eye causing his eye to go entirely black. He was ashamed and embrassed of it. That's why Dia had gifted him a scarlet scarf to hide the disease whenever Mot felt too insecure about it. Mot wouldn't ever say it out loud, but it had become something akin to a security blanket o him now.

Mot's eyes started to water- no, no he wouldn't do this again it was getting too tiring to deal with such emotions day in and day out. He was sick of the ignored looks he gave his god. Mot's breathing hitched as he tried to choke back a sob. He was tired. So god damned tired. Tears were freely pouring from his face now.

Mot tried to wipe them away but to no avail as they wouldn't stop. He wanted so much to just touch the god in a loving way, not just a playful shove or pulling him away from an enemy's attack. He wanted so much more than to be the god's champion. Sobs escaped from his mouth and Mot put his head in his hands. Mot wanted so desperately to hear that voice say "I love you" or something of significance. Anything, oh gods he would do anything, even if it meant taking his own life to keep Dianite alive, he would do it.

Dianite had told him about a weapon that could kill gods, what if someone kills Dia with it? What if Mot was in the room with Dia when he would be attacked and couldn't do a thing? What--

There was a knocking on the front door. Mot wiped the tears from his face and quickly readjusted himself. He opened the door and there was Martha holding a sleeping Alyssa.

"Sorry, she fell asleep on me while on our way out here! I guess my nieces must have really tired her out," Martha softly chuckled as she handed Mot the child.

"Oh, that's okay Miss Martha, she's really stubborn when it comes to going to bed anyway, I really do apreciate you looking after her, thank you," Mot said taking Alyssa out of her arms.

"Oh, it's nothing, I assure you. It's nice to have another person in the house when Steve is gone."

"Haha, yeah I bet, well anyway goodbye and goodnight Miss Martha, it's time for me and Ally to get some sleep." And just like that Mot was laying in his bed staring at the ceiling that had been covered with crude paper cutouts of flowers.

Alyssa had said the ceiling was too boring so Andor and Alva had came up with an idea to decorate it. Mot had come home to Andor, Alva, and Alyssa giggling. When he had asked them what was so funny Alyssa pointed to the latter to the bedroom. Mot had been greeted by tons of paper flowers hanging from the ceiling and lots of paper scraps along the ground.

Perhaps Mot was tired of the sadness Dia caused him, but he had to remind himself why he was still alive. He had a lil bat living under his roof and he was never gonna let anything happen to her.