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❝Honey-stained❞

tumblr fucked up and unsaved this before i was done and I was ready to commit murder

no spell check we die like men, also I changed the Au from Forest Goddess to Forest God so it was more gender neutral

Forest god (Y/n) x Ticci Toby For the proper experience listen to hozier while reading

Religion is a complicated thing. It’s spread out worldwide different in cultures and beliefs but its all humanity putting their faith into a deity they want to worship.

Amaterasu Ōmika, the Japanese goddess of the sun.

Saraswati, the Hindu goddess of knowledge, music, art.

Perun (Cyrillic: Перýн) is the highest god of the pantheon and the god of sky.

Anpu, Ancient Egyptian god of the dead.

Tāne-mahuta, Māori god of the forests and birds.

Apollo, the Greek god of the sun.

Some gods you’ve probably heard before, some you haven’t.

With time comes progress, and with progress comes change.

and sometimes with change things can be left behind, gods have been alive longer than the oldest man on earth's great great grandfather's grandfather. They can be forgotten, but they never really leave.

Gods are ancient and powerful, but there's a name. a name well-forgotten now that when spoken could bring some of the oldest gods to their knees.

A name that was told in tales by knights to princes. A name that was found in storybooks with dragons. A name that could be heard in all the bards songs in the most crowed taverns.

In those days the name was known as Eden, but even further back, a old name could be found, a name originated from the gods lips themselves.

(Y/n).

(Y/n), though long-forgotten now was known back then as one of the most benevolent gods,

Originally (Y/n) was the god of nature, spirits, animals, peace, balance, harmony and vitality they were mostly known as the god of the forest.

as it is well unknown what culture (Y/n) originated from it is believed their influence was not carried by culture, but instead by memory. In the olden days it was said if you prayed to the god at one of their shrines your crops and plants would flourish, and it was said if you left an offering of agate your prayers would be met with fortune, and it was even rumoured among travelver if they traveled with agate around their neck, especially in the gods favourite colour- green, they would be protected in long journeys.

Although (Y/n) is mostly forgotten now, their memory lives on.

It lives in the bones of the decomposing animals. It lives in the roots in the oldest oak. It lives in the sweet breeze that shakes the trees with respect. It lives in the fog on the mountains on cold winter mornings. In the morning dew that covers the grass.

It is unknown how (Y/n) ended up in the mansion, and most people would prefer to keep it that way. they are considered eccentric by some, but more-so are considered beautiful by the elegant aura that follows them where they go. It could only be described by the feeling you get when you look up to the top of the tallest and oldest tree in the forest and realise if it could talk how wise it would be.

Though (Y/n) has many friends, Ej, Jane, Masky, Hoodie and Helen to name few, One of the biggest mysteries is how (Y/n) fell in love with Toby.

Powerful god (Y/n) got themselves a dirt eating boyfriend.

Toby loves nature....but in different ways, for example, eating bark, climbing tall trees and killing polluters.

It is whispered among the seedlings that Toby always has agate and is even rumoured to be protected by the fae.

(Y/n) loves to spend time in the forest with Toby, especially in meadows and fields. There's something intimate about the love that blooms like a flower. And when it comes to intimacy is when Toby thinks of you.his mind is on you all the time, your like a sweet summer song that calls out from the trees and twists around the branches, it calls out to him. a love song written with honey and berries stained in blood, a love song written just for him. a love song that fills his ears and wraps around his brain.

As you lay on the grass with your head on his chest you wondered how one man could make you feel so mortal, you’d lived for millions of years and never would you have guessed how real love could feel, How you could grow mountains from nothing but have your heart race at the thought of someone's touch.

You turned to look at him, resting on your left side.

“Love should make you feel like a king, instead I feel like a mortal”

He smiled, a true happy smile staring at you with love in his eyes

“no one could ever make me feel like a king because I don't want them too” He spoke “I don't need to be a king above everyone else when I can be human, flesh and whole. I don't need a kingdom to be on their knees for me because all I ever want is to be on my knees for you. If you told me to walk I'd walk, if you told me to crawl I'd crawl. I’d crawl for a thousand hot summer nights bloody and bare across the honey stained grass if it meant I could come home stained in honey to you”

The sun peeked it rays though the thick leaves of the tree above you and shined on his face, it illuminated him, and despite what he said in that moment he looked more godly to you then any other deity you’d met.

When you looked at him you saw the sun, and in the moment you finally understood Icarus.

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