"Good afternoon everyone, I'm back!" Cecilia Larkon waved at Abellio and Adalhelm as they all hung around a crew full of oddly dressed elves.
"Hm. You were gone for quite a while." Adalhelm put his hands on his hips.
"I got carried away visiting some old pub- I mean!" Catalina suddenly chewed on her bottom lip.
Adalhelm put his arms up, wagging his wrists. "Easy there, don't get too excited. I heard bottom lips can only take but so much chewing."
"Ah, let the woman chew as much as she pleases." Abellio sighed, his short orange hair getting thicker by the minute.
"What is that you're doing there, Bel?" Adalhelm turned.
"Oh? This? I can make my hair grow out." Bel's hair suddenly touched the grassy floor of the world they inhabited. "The trouble of it, though, is that I can't make it get any shorter. I have to cut it manually. You know... Danu used to love cutting my hair."
"Well... my husband really thinks that chewing on lips is... sexy... so the habit has been a bit challenging to break." Cecilia smiled, not knowing what to do with herself. "Enabled."
"Habits are always hard to break when the people you love encourage them." Adalhelm put the end of his fist to the other palm. "I have dozens of stories to tell, if you wish to hear, about my dearest Lindsey."
"Ah, yes. Dear prince, you have yet to really divulge into the details of your little 'Lindsey'." Bel turned to Prince Adalhelm.
"Can't imagine I'm a prince anymore. I've left my dimension to go adventuring in the Tir Na Mabi so many times at this point that I think my own people don't even want me anymore. I did do a lazy job of putting Lillian Aaroncroft in charge." Adalhelm brushed a stray strand of golden hair out from his eyes.
"Is that so? Why was that a 'lazy job'?" Bel's eyes grew wide with curiosity as he furrowed his eyebrow.
"Because I was being lazy. Literally. I didn't wanna be a prince. You understand, right? I much preferred being involved in the front-lines. It's a damn shame that becoming a prince turned into the most boring job ever." Adalhelm looked up to the bright sky which was mostly blocked out by the smell of fish, cinnamon, and trees. "Tell me, Bel, what do you really plan to do if you happen to overthrow Oberon and resurrect the Unseelie Court under Morrganne's name? Do you intend to be a king of some sort?"
Kicking his feet out and falling to the soft ground, Bel's white robe expanded to the sides from the rush of wind. "Well... since you asked... I don't particularly have one idea about ruling. You see, there are a few paths I could go down and depending on which path that is-"
"Say, Bel, would you wanna be a strong supportive member of our pirate crew?" Cecilia tilted her head, closing her green eyes.
Bel turned, feeling suddenly irritable. "Ah. That's the first time I've been interrupted in a long while. Say, Cecilia, would you feel flattered having a god on your team?"
Cecilia backed up, her feet quivering. "I almost forgot. Abellio. God of the Apples and their Motherly Trees. Right. Of course. No deity would ever want to waste their time with me."
"Hmph. Glad you understand, deary."
"You know, there's more to me than meets the eye, mister!" Cecilia's right eye suddenly grew wider and the white corneas quickly turned over a black shade.
"So there would be." Bel tilted his head as his mouth slightly opened. "Though, you did say so yourself that 'no deity would ever want to waste their time' with you."
Putting a hand to her eye, Cecilia backed up. "That's- I'm terribly sorry. This is nothing. Don't worry about it."
Adalhelm began to lay down next to Bel. "Oh, we'll worry about it. But not right now. Ain't that right, Bel?"
The apple-loving deity simply looked over to Cecilia with a neutral expression. "Say, Cecilia, didn't you say that you went to go somewhere earlier? Where'd you go, again?"
Cecilia looked to Bel, her face once frightened a moment before, now looking more annoyed with each passing second. She recognized Bel's question with an embittered face.
Bel spoke slowly, drumming his fingers on the earthy ground. "Madame Cecilia, it would seem you've stopped biting your bottom lip."
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Final Phenomenon: E-Lunar, Route A (4) (MANUSCRIPT)
Fantasy2071. The legendary God of Apples, Abellio, was kidnapped from Earth and taken to the Otherworld. Though this world is his home, he seeks to track down and destroy those who have wronged him as they reside in this world. No man nor deity...
