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There was a slightly violet deity by the fireplace, wearing a warm and brightly purple sweater, drinking a hot beverage almost totally but not quite entirely unlike chocolate from a violet mug, and reading a supernatural detective novel the cover of which was black and lurid purple.

Shortly before Christmas, Asar-Suti remembered last year and went for creature comforts.

[[OOC: Plot-locked to Námo and/or Nerdanel, and Gil. Say sorry!]]

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"Told him about us in so many word - Strahan can be a bit slow at times. I made some remark (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/9857662.html?thread=410201470#t410201470) about me not getting any from you if I allowed him to chase rats, and he thought I meant food, the poor thing, so I had to explain. You won't believe what he smelled like at that - we were being maned wolves at the time, so that was our primary sense - the very picture of rejection. Why does his god have somebody he cares about, beside himself, and why doesn't he have someone? So if you see a very dejected maned wolf staring at you and following you around unhappily one of these days, don't worry, it'll be only Strahan wondering why you."

"Well, he's not the only one," Gil said. "Poor guy. You know, Sooty, having a follower like that is quite a serious business. I'm quite prepared to bet that he's not wondering why he hasn't got 'someone' but what he has to do to get into your pants. After all, he has been faithful, he obeyed all your precepts, he loved you above all others, and now he's finally in a position to prove it in more tangible and pleasnat terms than committing genocide, he finds you shacked up with what he'd consider to be a half human kitchen hand." Gil shook his head sadly. "No wonder he looked dejected."

"I don't know," Asar-Suti sighed. "To be quite honest, had he done anything of that sort, I'd have had problems telling him no. My closest followers and I have always been - special. Inferring things after Strahan and applying that to Lochiel without asking was what brought all that unhappiness about. Strahan was - Strahan was breath-taking, sneaky, stylish, lovely, extraordinary, dedicated and devoted, back home. He would spend hours on end by my Gate, letting my flames touch him, crawl all over his skin. We were very close; but here, he's been moving slowly away from me, and I know I have to let him. As anybody, he grows beyond what he used to be. Like me, he's without a purpose here, and he has to make his own. It takes time, though - of course, he is Strahan."

Asar-Suti shrugged. "And I don't think he would say anything about 'half-human kitchen hand' - unlike Lochiel, Strahan never needed to be high-handed, standoffish, or condescending. He just is what he is, with dedication and abandon as always. I just wanted you to warn about the maned wolf."

"Thanks, Soots," Gil says. "Don't worry, I won't hurt him."

Gil's come a hell of a long way since Ember's wolf chased him into a broom cupboard.

He sighs and picks up the jug and slurps a little of the quasi-chocolate from it. He can't give it away today.

Pine flavoured chocolate isn't catching on like he hoped it might, bearing in mind the season.

Asar-Suti looked at Gil as if he suddenly remebered something important.

"Did I tell you that I love you?" he said, with a little smile. "Cause I do. Because you're you. No other reason needed."

Gil looks at him, quasi-chocolate moustache gleaming wetly, eyes soft and even darker brown. he doesn't say anything but puts the jug down and leans across to kiss Sooty deeply.

Mmmmmmmm - pine-flavoured-chocolate-flavoured deity!

What could be better?

Pine-flavoured-chocolate-flavoured faun, perhaps?

At least for Asar-Suti, who ardently kissed him back.

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