Upon the Shrine [Epilogue]
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka is a forest god who lost his following a long time ago, his strength diminished because of it - all he can do now is wait until his power fades completely. But one day a blond mortal stumbles across Muzaka's shrine, one that can see and hear him in his weakened form. Curious, Muzaka hopes the mortal will keep returning to talk to him.
Rating: G
Genre: Supernatural
Word count: 393
Total word count: 10,531
Status: Complete
Muzaka leaned against Frankenstein as they sat next to the campfire. He still hadn't gotten used to the feeling of touch yet, the warmth, and he didn't think he would for a while. The crackle of the fire seemed louder out in the open plain, away from the trees.
He couldn't stop staring up at the sky, studying the moon and the stars. Those hadn't changed in the time since he'd been in the forest, but he hadn't had such an unhindered view of them there.
The sky seemed so open, as if it would just swallow him up. He could just look up and it filled his entire view, going on forever.
He felt Frankenstein's hand at his back again and he laughed. "Too far?" Balance was hard. He'd toppled over a few times, from forgetting to lift his foot to step over a root, to trying to get a better look at something and leaning in one direction too much.
"Not as bad as before," Frankenstein said, drawing something in his journal on his lap. "You could lay on your back to make sure you don't fall; just make sure you don't put your feet into the fire."
"Heh, once was enough." Muzaka shook his head, smiling. The pain hadn't lasted for long, but Frankenstein had been so concerned, pouring over his non-existent wound, that Muzaka didn't want to do that again. He looked over at Frankenstein's journal. "What're you doing?" It seemed like Frankenstein was plotting a map.
"Mm? You seemed particularly taken by the factories when we talked about them, so I thought we could aim for the closest ones I know about."
Muzaka blinked. "But what about you and what you're doing? Like the people who're after you?" Wasn't that more important than indulging him?
"I just need to get away from them," Frankenstein said, still drawing. "And wherever I go, there's someone who I can help, or a god I can check on." He paused, looking at Muzaka from the corner of his eyes, a smile on his lips. "Or both."
Muzaka chuckled lowly at that. "Even gods need protection and help sometimes." If they didn't, they wouldn't need followers.
"And it's that view that sets you apart from the other gods I've encountered," Frankenstein said with a sigh.
It would be interesting to see how the gods were now, but it would also be fun to see the world again, now that he could travel with his own two feet.
Muzaka couldn't wait to see it all with Frankenstein.
There was going to be a thing where Frankenstein just told Muzaka to call him Mortal, or Franken instead because of true name magic, but I realised at least for the first one, I would have to call Frankenstein Mortal for the entire fic, and for the second, the reveal about Franken would have to be explained and I felt that ruined the pacing a bit, so I took it out.
Thanks for reading! :)
Summary: Muzaka is a forest god who lost his following a long time ago, his strength diminished because of it - all he can do now is wait until his power fades completely. But one day a blond mortal stumbles across Muzaka's shrine, one that can see and hear him in his weakened form. Curious, Muzaka hopes the mortal will keep returning to talk to him.
Rating: G
Genre: Supernatural
Word count: 393
Total word count: 10,531
Status: Complete
Muzaka leaned against Frankenstein as they sat next to the campfire. He still hadn't gotten used to the feeling of touch yet, the warmth, and he didn't think he would for a while. The crackle of the fire seemed louder out in the open plain, away from the trees.
He couldn't stop staring up at the sky, studying the moon and the stars. Those hadn't changed in the time since he'd been in the forest, but he hadn't had such an unhindered view of them there.
The sky seemed so open, as if it would just swallow him up. He could just look up and it filled his entire view, going on forever.
He felt Frankenstein's hand at his back again and he laughed. "Too far?" Balance was hard. He'd toppled over a few times, from forgetting to lift his foot to step over a root, to trying to get a better look at something and leaning in one direction too much.
"Not as bad as before," Frankenstein said, drawing something in his journal on his lap. "You could lay on your back to make sure you don't fall; just make sure you don't put your feet into the fire."
"Heh, once was enough." Muzaka shook his head, smiling. The pain hadn't lasted for long, but Frankenstein had been so concerned, pouring over his non-existent wound, that Muzaka didn't want to do that again. He looked over at Frankenstein's journal. "What're you doing?" It seemed like Frankenstein was plotting a map.
"Mm? You seemed particularly taken by the factories when we talked about them, so I thought we could aim for the closest ones I know about."
Muzaka blinked. "But what about you and what you're doing? Like the people who're after you?" Wasn't that more important than indulging him?
"I just need to get away from them," Frankenstein said, still drawing. "And wherever I go, there's someone who I can help, or a god I can check on." He paused, looking at Muzaka from the corner of his eyes, a smile on his lips. "Or both."
Muzaka chuckled lowly at that. "Even gods need protection and help sometimes." If they didn't, they wouldn't need followers.
"And it's that view that sets you apart from the other gods I've encountered," Frankenstein said with a sigh.
It would be interesting to see how the gods were now, but it would also be fun to see the world again, now that he could travel with his own two feet.
Muzaka couldn't wait to see it all with Frankenstein.
There was going to be a thing where Frankenstein just told Muzaka to call him Mortal, or Franken instead because of true name magic, but I realised at least for the first one, I would have to call Frankenstein Mortal for the entire fic, and for the second, the reveal about Franken would have to be explained and I felt that ruined the pacing a bit, so I took it out.
Thanks for reading! :)