[ He harbors no judgement for the way they continue to meet. It isn't a kind existance, being a god of curses, as like is wont to attract like no matter how pleasant the woman herself is in contrast to her nature. Seeing to the care and comfort of the gods and the land they inhabit is just one part of his duties.
And, though he won't admit as much to himself just yet, seeing to someone in clear distress is what a friend does. He's only equipped with as much cleansing gear as he is on a day to day basis, the contents of his canvas bag instead largely being carefully chosen and wrapped food and drink. He can't be sure Dara will be in much of a mood to talk, but at the very least he can leave her even slightly better than he found her.
There's no attempt at hiding his steps when he approaches. Only the ever-serene presence and the silent question of if he is permitted closer once he's well enough within her eyesight. ]
[It's hard to miss Seimei's presence despite the amount of intense scrubbing to the majority of her body. Yet, it's that same presence that allows her to pause the desperate exfoliation process; the onmyoji is far more important than the amount of disgust she feels towards her contaminated self. Dara moves towards the shoreline while simultaneously sheathing her knife. No need for that right now. It rests atop a partially submerged boulder, and the rest of the rocks plop back into the water.]
Sorry for showing you all these low moments of mine, Seimei-sama.
[At least this apology is more mild compared to every other frantic one that he's had to experience. She is simply too tired mentally, which is another reason why the god refrains from transforming her tail. Well, it'd be no good either way since she's not sure where she dumped her clothes. Dara was kind of in a rush to de-clownify herself.]
This place seems bound and determined to create them.
[ If it's her respect of him that makes her discard the knife and rocks, he's grateful for it this time. Not only for the water's sake, but her own--continuously mutilating yourself in a fugue state like that for heaven knows how long isn't good for anyone, not even gods.
He tilts his head toward the shoreline, raising the bag as if that explains enough about his intentions. ]
[Dara slips out of the water and gathers her tail into a coil to perch atop. Even if he didn't have the bag, she would've come to his side if he asked that of her. With some slight hesitation, like she does now, but there's no reason to deny Seimei.]
Y'know...I didn't think I would be fooled as I am now, but I also didn't expect someone to be such a moron. Even if I wasn't a god, he'd still be an imbecile. [Sorry, man, she's gotta get this out. It's sitting too heavy in her head to enjoy his company.]
It makes me wonder if it's worth trying to get to know others-- not that I mean you or anyone else I already spend time with. I just mean...new people. It's taking on too many risk-factors and wasted energy.
[ Honestly, her going ahead and laying everything out is doing him a huge favor. Comforting people on a personal level isn't something he has much practice in, so he wouldn't have had any idea how to broach the subject if she'd let them sit in silence for a little while like he'd originally planned.
But just because he has a better jumping off point doesn't mean he immediately knows the best way to use it, so there's still some thoughtful silence while he takes a seat right on the damp earth, retrieving bottles from the bag for the two of them. ]
Humans are, at large, imbeciles.
[ That he has no problem saying with his whole chest, offering a bottle towards Dara. Nothing too special, just apple juice. ]
It can be an exhausting task to weed through all the selfishness and deceit on your own for so long.
[The god retrieves the bottle, giving a quick bow of her head as she does so. There's a dry chuckle at his initial statement, but Dara ends up frowning to herself as she uncapped the drink.]
No, that's not how it is. I was alone for...a century or so until recently. If we don't count my shrine's caretakers over the years.
[After a sip, the contents are swirled around bottle in a lackadaisical manner.]
For a long time, I killed, cursed, or scared away anyone stupid enough to enter my territory. I wasn't exactly social in any sense.
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And, though he won't admit as much to himself just yet, seeing to someone in clear distress is what a friend does. He's only equipped with as much cleansing gear as he is on a day to day basis, the contents of his canvas bag instead largely being carefully chosen and wrapped food and drink. He can't be sure Dara will be in much of a mood to talk, but at the very least he can leave her even slightly better than he found her.
There's no attempt at hiding his steps when he approaches. Only the ever-serene presence and the silent question of if he is permitted closer once he's well enough within her eyesight. ]
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Sorry for showing you all these low moments of mine, Seimei-sama.
[At least this apology is more mild compared to every other frantic one that he's had to experience. She is simply too tired mentally, which is another reason why the god refrains from transforming her tail. Well, it'd be no good either way since she's not sure where she dumped her clothes. Dara was kind of in a rush to de-clownify herself.]
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[ If it's her respect of him that makes her discard the knife and rocks, he's grateful for it this time. Not only for the water's sake, but her own--continuously mutilating yourself in a fugue state like that for heaven knows how long isn't good for anyone, not even gods.
He tilts his head toward the shoreline, raising the bag as if that explains enough about his intentions. ]
Sit with me?
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[Dara slips out of the water and gathers her tail into a coil to perch atop. Even if he didn't have the bag, she would've come to his side if he asked that of her. With some slight hesitation, like she does now, but there's no reason to deny Seimei.]
Y'know...I didn't think I would be fooled as I am now, but I also didn't expect someone to be such a moron. Even if I wasn't a god, he'd still be an imbecile. [Sorry, man, she's gotta get this out. It's sitting too heavy in her head to enjoy his company.]
It makes me wonder if it's worth trying to get to know others-- not that I mean you or anyone else I already spend time with. I just mean...new people. It's taking on too many risk-factors and wasted energy.
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But just because he has a better jumping off point doesn't mean he immediately knows the best way to use it, so there's still some thoughtful silence while he takes a seat right on the damp earth, retrieving bottles from the bag for the two of them. ]
Humans are, at large, imbeciles.
[ That he has no problem saying with his whole chest, offering a bottle towards Dara. Nothing too special, just apple juice. ]
It can be an exhausting task to weed through all the selfishness and deceit on your own for so long.
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No, that's not how it is. I was alone for...a century or so until recently. If we don't count my shrine's caretakers over the years.
[After a sip, the contents are swirled around bottle in a lackadaisical manner.]
For a long time, I killed, cursed, or scared away anyone stupid enough to enter my territory. I wasn't exactly social in any sense.