#how r u not tired of my inconsistency yet zick u rlly r my one true pal for putting up with my

[godhoarder]

@hyacinthsgirl​​ / sc.

“Hey. Hey Chris.” Unceremoniously, the stranded being shoves a hand towards the woman’s direction, something peculiar and foreign glinting in their grip, an offering of a present to her. Gods above know what it was, it surely was not of origin from the lower realms. It’s color evaded human description and likely even eyes, looking a cross between smashed berries melting to something of a more chilling descriptor. It was gorey in sight and origin alike.

“It a x̶̪̦͛m̸a̶͇̖̽́.” Godie’s voice altered, their thick and indescribable accent growing more prevalent with the foreign word that left them. It was no human tongue they spoke, opting for their home realm’s old language, one that would typically make a human’s nose bleed for several hours till all blood left their body or a migraine so severe it’d genuinely lead to the explosion of their head Chris was no mortal though, so they felt nothing bad would occur should they let slip a word or two of their language, they spoke it much better than any mortal tongue after all.

“It like bone, only smaller and not needed. It for you, use it or burn it, We care not.”