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[color=black]🎲[/color][color=gold] 𝒜𝓁𝑒𝒸𝒽𝒾𝑜𝓇 [/color][color=black]🎺[/color]
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Alechior didn’t flinch from the warped one-arm embrace. They slid an arm of their own around Yzechr in return, light and careless, like greeting an old friend they absolutely should not trust but enjoy anyway.

When the corruption god delivered that last line, Alechior barked out a laugh, sharp and delighted. “Good luck? Oh, I like that. Luck behaves strangely around me.”

They drifted upward, body tilting back as if caught by a breeze that only listened to them. Higher, higher, until their outline shimmered against the odd sky.

“This was lovely,” they called down, grin wide. “But it’s starting to feel a little boring, and I refuse to stand still long enough for that.”

A playful salute followed, two fingers tapping their temple.

“I’m off to have some fun. Try not to miss me! Taaa!”

As Alechior left, they half-picked up what one of the other divines Excelsis did using their divine power but decided it could wait until later. Surely there must be something to do in this half-made world. "Worst case," he said to themselves, "I'll find another sibling that seems fun to play with."


[@Cmmelody]