granxaire:

 “Forgive me, I’m still reeling from the
     news that you’re not actually the statue
     you pretend to be. Why? Do you seek
     my approval now?”

                                   He grabbed a glass,
                    it might not have been his, he
                  didn’t even care at the moment.

   “Perhaps a toast? To the proof that our
    dear leader is as mortal as the rest of
     us, hm?”

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::

          I aim to scorn, a dark part of him
     whispers but he bites the inside of his
     cheeks to produce a smile that’s too
     out of place with the arched eyebrow
     and narrowed eyes. It’s not pretty.

                                                              He raises his own glass.

                         ”To enjoying mortal sins. May
                     I continue to do so with reverence.“

         (   If a God were to dabble in mortality
          how does a mortal become God?   )