Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

The title is very much still WIP, as I don't like it at all. this post has none of the accents that the word-doc has too.

~
Half love. The Sex Bomb.

~By Sweetdeily. Characters and Setting by Divinitas.

~

The problem with making a doll that is programmed to love you is that you can never be sure if its love is anything more than its damn programming.
But when you don’t control free-will, surely that entailed that the love that your doll felt for you was real? Or was the love of your lovely, loving doll simply all-encompassing?
These thoughts bothered the god of Ten. They had been bothering him for some time now and would most likely continue to bother him for a time to come. Because he hadn’t really thought about it when he had made his doll. He’d simply taken a piece of what he wanted and placed it in a doll as he wanted and played with said doll as he wanted. He hadn’t thought about the morality of it; a god of creation does not think ‘should I?’ he thinks simply ‘if I can, I will.’
But this god was thinking about whether he could have saved himself long nights and headaches by... not.
It was, oddly too late now, so really, he was crying over spilt milk. Something that Deus did not do. So if someone asked, he was thinking about... the socio-economics of the tenshi as a species. Which for most, was translated as ‘sex.’
There was a little more to Deus than he liked people to know. Perhaps he played his role too well as a powerful, unstoppable playboy only concerned with tasting the flesh and moving curtains from on high. Underneath was a mind too vast and deep for mortals or tenshi to comprehend. Deus wondered if the lesser gods could hope to understand him some days. And that thought was circular.
Did his doll understand? Could a doll even hope to understand anything? Was Amias capable of forming his own plans and plots? Deus’ special doll, who rarely spoke, did only what he was told. For the most part. And it was that ‘for the most...’ that made Deus worry at his balcony, a glass of some forgettable elixor half-emptied in a few swallows beside his elbow.
There was night in Ten, there was night because Deus had designed night to exist in Ten. There was day because he’d thought t hat it would be nice too. And the night was always calm like this; there were no stars above then, for Ten was as high as you could get, above the stars of the night-sky. Only an inky beige—without the light-pollution from the stars, the sky was a natural beige colour. Fog drifted across the grounds of Ten, because there were no clouds above the stars. The night air was clean and crisp, not too chilly, but not warm. The scent of jasmine and ylang-ylang drifted from somewhere in the grand castle of his domain. But Deus had no time to wonder who would burn incense in Ten. He wasted his mind on his doll and the God of Soul. His pale imitation of the weakness that he had longed to free himself of.
“Stupid, really.” Deus found himself murmuring. He had thought that his attachment to Aether was a weakness; something to be drained out of him. And yet he’d just given himself a crutch, a puppet that had part of Aether’s being in it; a pale substitute.
And that pale substitute... that damn doll... Deus hadn’t expected to feel much toward the doll. Aside from satisfaction as a maker of such beautiful vessels, Deus hadn’t expected much more than that. And yet; there he was, thinking about his doll. Just because Amias was made to love others, did that mean that his love was therefore false or diminished?
What ate at Deus the most, however, was that he had designed his own trap in this regard, he was instigated his own agitation and he couldn’t see a damn way out of it! Amias had free will... so if he said something... did it make it true? How true did love have to be? Did he need to have a need to touch and possess Amias at all times? Should he want to see Amias cry out in order to prove his deep love...? No. Deus loved in firm and gentle hands. He preferred to give pleasure, and the thought of hurting Amias was not appealing.
The smell of ylang-ylang, sweet and cloying sharpened with the taint of jasmine, light and saccharine taunted at his throat, and Deus raised his head, sniffing absently as he took a gulp of his drink. Something clattered to the ground behind him and Deus turned fully; wondering what had made the commotion.
Amias was standing in the middle of Deus’ bedroom, looking troubled, in fact... Amias looked... frightened? He had dropped a brazier, and the warm smell of incense filled the room. “I am sorry.”
Deus set his cup down, wondering what was troubling Amias. It sounded so alien to the God of Ten to wonder what could possibly bother Amias, who smiled and hugged anything that moved practically. All the Tenshi adored the cute little doll. Except maybe Cyaneus--- but Cyaneus didn’t like anyone it seemed most days. “It’s just a spill. Call someone to clean it up.”
Amias nodded hastily and turned, retreating to pull on the cord near the other side of the room that would summon a Tenshi to clean up the ashes and hot coals. His movement revealed a thin red welt across his hand and Deus tutted. “Come here, Amias.”
Obedient. That was this ebony haired beauty in one word. Lovely, and obedient. He stepped over to Deus and immediately, the God of Ten realized that something was truly wrong. No hug, no kiss, no smile. No... Amias looked... upset?
It was foolish but Deus felt a lump of panic in his chest, worried that his doll wanted to leave him. But no, that wouldn’t happen. Amias had no reason to leave Deus’ side or his care. So what in the whole of Ten could bother a God of Love?
“You are trembling, Amias...” Deus took the god by his shoulders, gently hugging Amias to his chest. There was a moment of tensity before Amias melted against Deus, burying his head into the God of Ten’s chest. “Sorry.” Amias whispered, his hands gripping at Deus’ clothing like he was holding on for dear life.
“Something happened, didn’t it?”
Amias nodded.
“What was it?” Deus had no doubt that he would have to milk the details inch-by-inch from Amias. The God of Love was far too quiet and didn’t express much more than happiness well. He was no doubt frightened by some sort of other feeling that he’d experienced.
Amias shook his head. He wasn’t telling.
So it was a secret? Wait... Deus frowned—ohh, that wasn’t going to fly with him! Amias didn’t have secrets! He wore his heart on his sleeve (somewhat figuratively...) and he didn’t, certainly, hide things from Deus! This was--- what--- this was--- this... confusion made Deus lift Amias’ chin so he would have to meet Deus’ eyes. “It’s okay, I wouldn’t be angry with you, Amias.”
“I did a very dirty thing...” Amias choked out.
Deus’ eyebrows rose into his brows. It wasn’t like Amias could kill a Tenshi—couldn’t hurt a fly more likely—and it wasn’t like Amias was a virgin (ohhh no, that implication would just crack Deus up, ruining this whole moment) so there wasn’t a very long list of ‘dirty things’ that pinged on Deus’ radar. He probed deeper. “What did you do?”
Amias’ eyes became misty and he actually started sniffling.
s**t! Deus could handle a lot, but the crying.... quick, stem the flow now before he can get started! Why on earth had he given beings tear-ducts? In retrospect, it was an insane decision that made no sense! How could a god go about his business in a happy and cordial manner when he had a sexy little God of Love pressing up to him with teary eyes? “Shh, it’s alright, Amias. I lo--- I will take care of you always.”
Amias buried his head back into the God of Ten’s shirt and spoke, his soft voice further muffled by the fabric between his lips. His warm breath puffed against Deus’ chest. “I love you, master. And I feel terrible. Because I... I told someone that I hate them, even though it’s not true!”
Deus’ shoulders visibly relaxed and a relieved smile split his face. Because trying to figure out how Amias might have killed a Tenshi was giving him a headache. So it was a lie? Well... that was... Deus composed his face. Amias was still very child-like in many ways, and telling someone that he hated them went against his basic nature. It was a logical conclusion. “Why did you tell someone you hated them?”
“Because he’s always mean to me! I know that he likes me—everyone loves me and... but he was so mean, and I couldn’t stand it. I just blurted it out!” Amias wailed something like ‘I feel terrible’ but it was indistinguishable because it was lost to Deus’ shirt.
“Let me guess... Cyaneus?” Deus didn’t have much for that. Cyaneus was a disagreeable person.
Amias nodded. His lips trembling. The welt on his hand had already healed, probably from when he had dropped the brazier. Deus cupped the God of Love’s face, using his thumbs to smooth away the tears in Amias’ eyes and bent slightly to kiss his doll gently. “I’m sure he knows you didn’t mean it.”
“But he looked so angry...” Amias whispered.
“He always looks like that, it’s because he doesn’t have a roll in the sheets more often.” Deus speculated.
Amias gave his creator a curious look before reaching up for another kiss. That was the thing about Amias, once one kiss had been given, he gave one back. It could be a never-ending cycle if you let it.
And with that, Deus proceeded to try and make his doll forget about being upset. It worked perfectly.
But what Deus didn’t know, and didn’t even think to guess, was that it didn’t work at all. Amias let go of the worry and confusing emotions, but the God of Love reflected...on stormy gray eyes and the lick of wax across his bare flesh.

~

Three hours earlier.

Well the incident in question had occurred three hours previously, but the cause, the ground zero of Amias’ grief had come six days ago, and Deus no doubt would shoot himself if he realized that it was- in actual fact- a small-offhand remark on his part that had led to the doll bursting out.

The remark, was, in fact not all that memorable for Deus. As he’d said it before, and probably would again. “In the name of Ten that man needs to get laid.” It just so happened that Amias had been paying attention to this remark and given it a thought. Which was all that comment really needed in order to escalate into something. Especially for Amias’ poor one-track mind.

Much like Jack Bower in connection with The Bomb, Amias couldn’t go very long periods of time without thinking about; or looking for, ways in order to make people happy. It occupied most of his thoughts. His days were filled with smiles and sex and lollipops and rainbows. Sometimes literally, mostly figuratively. And since he had matured with Deus’ tender touches, Amias seemed able to relate everything back to Sex. Because Sex (like the finding of The Bomb) was important. It showed people how much you were loved. And someone might say that Sex set us up The Bomb. But that joke would probably be lost on dear Amias. The important thing was that sex was never far from the root of all depression in Amias’ opinion; be it too little, or the wrong sort. And he was like a healing-guru for emotional angst and people who didn’t understand the term mixed signals (like poor Phoenix.) Given a chance, no doubt Amias would propose that the solution to all the problems in Chikyuu could be solved with an orgy. And Deus would probably agree (on the condition that he was conducting it, no doubt.)

Amias, after a few minutes of thinking--- the thought didn’t take a lot of pondering unlike morality and reality and questions of assertion—came to the conclusion that Cyaneus (the under-sexed body in question) just felt lonely and needed someone to tell him in no uncertain terms that he was loved and appreciated. Since everyone lived in either abject fear or indifference of the tight-assed Tenshi, Amias knew that only he could take this important task under his care. There were a few additions about how Amias would make Cyaneus flower and bloom and smile and laugh and...

Perhaps it was his high expectations (some might say unrealistic,) of what would happen if he got Cyaneus laid that Amias was, in the end, disappointed and teary-eyed.

Or perhaps he simply was in shock at the beast that he had managed to unleash.

So let’s try this again.

~

Ground Zero: Six days ago.

Deus came up with a brilliant and stunning plan to make his younger brother relax and live a little. However much of an unwitting participant Deus was, didn’t really register with Amias. So if the idea was only marginally hinted at from Deus, Amias didn’t really realized that most of it was his.

So for his own accountability; Deus had suggested it. Amias was merely carrying the plan out.

Even if Deus had not come up with a plan at all and would have perhaps been happy to help, even if he was completely in the dark about it.... these things were irrelevant now.

Deus had set the ball in motion.

For the next few days, Amias had gathered information, and generally gone out of his way to be nice to the General of Heaven. Eventually he had worn down all of Cyaneus resistance, and they’d shared a moment of... uhm... glorious rapture. Of healing sex. Of magic and wonderment. Amias had never worked so hard for someone else before. And Cyaneus reaction may have spoiled the God of Love from ever doing it again.

~