“Hiii!”
Kairos didn’t expect Phovos to be in such a good mood today, especially compared to Kairos himself. He was feeling a bit miffed about sibling things and knew Phovos often had the same issues. He also didn’t expect Phovos to be holding a large brown paper bag in her hands.
“Hi, Phovos, how are you doing?” Kairos asked as he let himself in. Ever since he and Phovos had been more friendly, he had been using a slightly smaller physical form. 3.5m tall instead of his normal, building-sized looks, and far, far less armour and glowing gems. He overall looked far softer than he normally would.
Phovos shrugged as she fished two plates out of a cupboard. “I’m fine. My sister cancelled a thing I had to do tomorrow and I felt pretty glad, so I went for a walk and got us a doughnut each.”
“A doughnut?” Kairos repeated.
“Yeah, a doughnut.”
Kairos closed the door behind him and wandered towards the table where Phovos had placed the two doughnuts. It had taken him a moment to remember what a doughnut was. On the table were two doughy rings with icing on top. Phovos mentioned something about them being stuffed with chocolate sauce as well.
“Ohhh! Is… is one of those for me?”
“Of course! Who else would it be for?” Phovos took a very large bite out of her doughnut, then glanced at Kairos. There was… a guilty expression on his face. “Is something wrong, Kairos?”
The Whenvern grunted. “Yes, there is. I’m going to be very honest with you, Phovos. Because you deserve honestly.”
“You’re seeing someone else or you’re speaking to someone else or you’re fucking someone else…” Phovos immediately tutted, ripping bits off her doughnut. “Yeah, I know.”
“How?”
“There’s a Thrakian cult where their end goal was to have sex with the Whenvern. Massive fucking orgies and things like that. A sect of said cult managed that three weeks ago. I know because they’re in Vriskeran territory and I had to deal with them a while back.”
“Yeah but…”
Phovos held up her finger, waggling it. Kairos felt… worried. Phovos was not reacting the way he expected.
“You’re a god. You are going to have a lot of overly complicated relationships with other mortals who want things from you.”
Kairos sighed. “I am sorry for that. And I understand if you don’t want to be with me.”
“That’s not what I have a problem with.”
“Really?” Kairos blinked. “You… you don’t have a problem with me… well, a lot of it is for work and, uh, science for Yisini…”
“Yeah, I know…” Phovos tutted some more. “Like I said, you’re a god. An attractive one worshipped by a fuckton of people who want to suck your cock. I also know that you like me and want to be with me and are walking on eggshells around me because you don’t know how to treat me because I have made it clear that relationships and sex are a funny thing for me.”
Kairos looked down, focusing on the doughnut rather than on Phovos. “I… I don’t follow…”
“I’m saying that I don’t really care what you do as part of your god-y things. We’re friends.”
“Really? Despite…”
“Yeah.”
The Whenvern shrugged. “I… I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you’d… approve. I thought you’d want me to stop or something. But also… I mean, if you want to, I don’t know, do stuff with other mortals, I really wouldn’t mind. We have a long time to be together and be friends and all that.”
This time, it was Phovos’s turn to be confused. “You… you really wouldn’t have a problem if I, like…”
“Yes. After all, I am not always available.”
Phovos was confused. She fell silent, then finished off her doughnut. Kairos sighed, then started picking at his own doughnut.
“This is weird…” Phovos muttered.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I knew about all of this stuff anyway. It’s just… we managed to fix it all… like… adults, I guess.”
Kairos got up and dragged his chair over to Phovos, sitting down next to her. “You know I want you, more than anyone else.”
“Yeah. And I want you too…”
The Whenvern put his wings around the Raptor. “Thank you. For talking. And being… supportive of my dumb god stuff. Because few beings are…”