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вторник, 28 ноября 2023
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The flower is still in Xie Lian’s hair, even now.
If gods are what their most devoted believers associate them with, then Xie Lian would be a god of flowers.
The hand that isn’t wrapped around fanxgin’s hilt reaches up to his ear, stroking over the petals softly.
He almost smiles.
He would be a god of orphans. Of hope. Of campfire stories and meat buns, split in half to share. A god of weaving.
* * *
He’s a god of flowers. A god of orphans and beggars. A god of tapestries, campfire songs, and meat buns, split to share.
Xie Lian knows those things—and so did the ones who believed in him.
If gods are what their most devoted believers associate them with, then Xie Lian would be a god of flowers.
The hand that isn’t wrapped around fanxgin’s hilt reaches up to his ear, stroking over the petals softly.
He almost smiles.
He would be a god of orphans. Of hope. Of campfire stories and meat buns, split in half to share. A god of weaving.
* * *
He’s a god of flowers. A god of orphans and beggars. A god of tapestries, campfire songs, and meat buns, split to share.
Xie Lian knows those things—and so did the ones who believed in him.