Part 3: I've Never Seen This Side of You
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I don't sleep so well at night
Waiting up and shivering
Heater's gone and money's tight
In this little home that I'm living in
You've got to live your life
While your blood is boiling
Those doors won't open
While you stand and watch them
Oh oh oh,
What is with you?
Oh oh oh,
I've never seen this side of you
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Svarog was the type to move on.
He considered it crucial to survive mentally.
He went with ideas of replacement and improvement, and would always try to find a way to get better things, if not the best.
Ever since people ceased to worship the Slavic Gods, he's went on his way to calm down by hanging out with other gods who've undergone the same treatment.
Each one of them came from different cultures. With this, he was impressively knowledgeable and open-minded amongst the other Slavic Gods.
Meeting Hemera was one of his best experiences.
Now he could lose her.
Through her he met Apollo, who had a taste for crafts like he did.
They remained acquaintances until Abellio's efforts were implemented.
Until Apollo's most beloved were unfairly damned.
The war brought them closer, and both friends had decided against the whole ordeal and settled for hiding.
At first, it was mostly Apollo's deal, but ever since the Night got dirty, Svarog's relationship with the Greek Goddess of Day was dragged in.
Knocking on the door cut Svarog's running thoughts.
"Can't believe he's late," The Slavic God said to himself.
He opened his house door.
"'Sup." He greeted with a bittersweet smile.
"H-hey, Arin." His guest responded awkwardly.
Arin let him in.
"I'm sorry for what's going on." He said.
"C'mon, don't blame yourself!"
"I know, but..." He trailed off.
The Slavic God shook his head. "You could sit down if you like. I'll go and get us both some water."
"Thanks," The guest responded, watching his old friend head into the kitchen.
He looked around the house.
It's been such a long time.
And he remembered why he came over in the first place.
He looked at the bedroom door.
He proceeded to-
"Here," Back came Svarog, with two glasses of water for the both of them.
Taking one glass, "Thanks," and drank a little.
"Great you came over," Said Arin, dragging his guest and himself down on the couch.
"I heard you needed help." Replied his guest. "And I actually care about Suzy too."
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