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saddleclub) wrote2018-08-07 05:20 am
saddleclub) wrote2018-08-07 05:20 am
this is a god marriage au
[Once upon a time ritual sacrifice was how you appeased the gods, offering up a bride to the deities to seek fortune, a good harvest, protection.... It's been a few hundred years since such practices were common, and the virgins raised for the purpose of marrying a god were just no longer a thing.
Thus, when terrible freak tornadoes ravaged the land for months, and the village priests brought up the whole sacrifice thing, it was hard to decide who to sacrifice. While a virgin pure of heart and body and mind was generally called for. no one was really raised in the prescribed ways these days, so it was between who among the young, healthy and beautiful was considered most suitable.
Jusis was, for some reason, selected. He was, if not the full son of the lord of the region, his bastard, and while such lineage might be insulting to a god, he was also pure of body and beautiful and no one else really wanted to give up their children, while Jusis's father was happy enough to have the boasting honor of his son's marriage to a god.
If Jusis's brother were around and not traveling the whole thing might have gone differently, but Rufus was away on some diplomatic meeting with another tribe and so the whole matter was settled and sealed without any of Jusis's input on it. No one asked what he thought of the whole affair. No one bothered to see if he wanted to be a god's bride while they fitted him in ritual garments and bathed him in scented oils and generally made him his most radiantly beautiful before marching him to the windy cliffside caverns that opened to a view of the valley and the full moon's light.
No one asked him if he was okay with being tied gently to an altar while a priest intoned ancient scripts summoning the god of winds, beseeching his benevolence, offering this youth blah blah blah blah blah.
Of course he offered the opinion no one asked for, loudly, at first, and also while they were bathing and dressing and fussing over and marching him along but no one listened. It wasn't that no one cared, but no one who cared had the power to stop this, and so by the time he was laying on cold, uncomfortable stone, a little woozy with whatever ceremonial drink they'd forced into him on an empty stomach, some mix of herbs and alcohol, meant to purify, he'd given up voicing his opinions.
Anyway it wasn't like a god was actually going to show up. They'd just stand around looking silly for a while, while his limbs grew stiff and cold on the stone and then they'd all go home, probably.]
Thus, when terrible freak tornadoes ravaged the land for months, and the village priests brought up the whole sacrifice thing, it was hard to decide who to sacrifice. While a virgin pure of heart and body and mind was generally called for. no one was really raised in the prescribed ways these days, so it was between who among the young, healthy and beautiful was considered most suitable.
Jusis was, for some reason, selected. He was, if not the full son of the lord of the region, his bastard, and while such lineage might be insulting to a god, he was also pure of body and beautiful and no one else really wanted to give up their children, while Jusis's father was happy enough to have the boasting honor of his son's marriage to a god.
If Jusis's brother were around and not traveling the whole thing might have gone differently, but Rufus was away on some diplomatic meeting with another tribe and so the whole matter was settled and sealed without any of Jusis's input on it. No one asked what he thought of the whole affair. No one bothered to see if he wanted to be a god's bride while they fitted him in ritual garments and bathed him in scented oils and generally made him his most radiantly beautiful before marching him to the windy cliffside caverns that opened to a view of the valley and the full moon's light.
No one asked him if he was okay with being tied gently to an altar while a priest intoned ancient scripts summoning the god of winds, beseeching his benevolence, offering this youth blah blah blah blah blah.
Of course he offered the opinion no one asked for, loudly, at first, and also while they were bathing and dressing and fussing over and marching him along but no one listened. It wasn't that no one cared, but no one who cared had the power to stop this, and so by the time he was laying on cold, uncomfortable stone, a little woozy with whatever ceremonial drink they'd forced into him on an empty stomach, some mix of herbs and alcohol, meant to purify, he'd given up voicing his opinions.
Anyway it wasn't like a god was actually going to show up. They'd just stand around looking silly for a while, while his limbs grew stiff and cold on the stone and then they'd all go home, probably.]
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[Well. Okay. He'll get up and approach then.]
What for...?
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I mean he's kissing back but only for a moment before he pulls back.]
Please don't think I require this kind if thing from you.
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[But now even through the drunkness he's. Embarrassed to be, well, he's embarrassed. Obviously if the wind god is like this he wouldn't be interested he already said as much very clearly!
Ugh!]