Deities and Threads

A Meadow, and Two Boys

He was never in need of any of those himself, as being some type of immortal deity didn't allow him to get hurt or be hungry.

He made his way back to the earth, stepping down into a stream and letting the water run around his ankles. It felt nice, as he wondered what he could do until it was time to lower the sun once more. He hummed quietly to himself, stepping back onto the grass.

It wasn't until he looked around, that he saw something laying in the meadow. Unnaturally placed colors of gray, black and blue made themselves known to Light as he curiously made his way over to it.

Upon a closer look, he realized it was not a something, but a someone.

He cautiously knelt in front of them, observing the still figure of the boy. He scooted forward, gently placing his hand against the other's chest, checking for a heartbeat. He was alive, the slow rise of his chest becoming more apparent, as did the gentle beating of his heart against Light's palm.

So he's asleep, and definitely not a mortal, as far as I can tell. He doesn't seem to be hurt or anything either, which is good.

I wonder if he's like me.

Light felt himself smile at the idea of having a friend, a partner. He loved his life, but it could get a little lonely. Not that he minded of course. Hopefully they wanted to be friends too. Now came the question. Should he attempt to wake the other, or wait until he came to on his own?

Being impatient as he was, he gently shook the sleeping form.

He didn't stir, so Light tried again, shaking him a little harder. "Uhm... hello?" No response. Maybe he was sick. But then again, he didn't look sick, and if he was like Light, then he probably couldn't get sick in the first place. Light frowned, pondering what else could be keeping his potential friend asleep.

He noticed something silver on his face, and Light reached out, carefully brushing dark hair out of the way. He was surprised, the stranger's body temperature was definitely lower than his, cool to the touch.

Then again, he assumed his own body temperature was probably higher than normal. Not that he had a definite, "normal" established, but you get the point.

It was a moon, a silver emblem. Much like his own.

Oh.

That... makes sense.

Light was at a bit of a loss, but at least now he understood why the other wouldn't wake up. If he was like Light after all, as Light slept through the night, he probably slept through the day. If he really did control the moon, then he probably would have an incredibly short window of time to actually talk to him before Light fell asleep.

He'd tried staying up before, to see the moon, curious of what the night sky was like. But it was of no use, and he found himself waking up at dawn once more; just like he'd always done. It was a curse he hadn't really considered as one, up until now.

...If he's going to be asleep, I guess I can try to get him someplace more comfortable.

Light stood up, the... "moon man", of sorts in his arms as he made his way home. And if Light giggled slightly at his internalized nickname, no one needed to know.

He wasn't heavy to carry, but maybe that's because Light wasn't exactly human. His strengths weren't particularly limited by physics or gravity, much to his delight. He gently set the sleeping boy onto his bed, covering him with a wool blanket and putting his bag to the side.

Light was curious as to what was in it, but he wasn't that type of guy. In fact, the idea of someone snooping through something that wasn't theirs made him uncomfortable. It felt like an invasion of privacy, and he was trying to make a friend. Not an enemy.