Steven
*Again, I am back here... Again* Diova groaned as she slapped her hand against Gaia's trunk. It seemed she'd been visiting her mother more and more these days. The last time she was here she had merely greeted a new Deity. A new sibling. The Goddess took a seat and placed her back against the cool bark, letting out a small sigh. 

Silence.

That's all there seemed to be, silence. In her realm, in her mind. Even outside her realm! "I need to get out more-" She mumbled to herself. She had very little knowledge of her other fellow divine beings, what they were up to, and what impact they had made in this world. 

Diova looked down towards her pale hands and clenched them, then let go. Bumping the back of her head gently against the trunk, her flower head peice bouncing each time letting a petal slowly fall. 

She was bored! Bored of isolating herself from other Gods, bored of being huddled up in her realm working on who knows what. There was something missing, but she didn't know what. 

...

Why was that crossing her mind again now? *Surtr?* She frowned slightly recalling the cocky Demigod, the only lesser being who was able to make Diova open up and... Caused her so much pain she shoved it all into a demigod. She groaned and gently smacked her hand on her forehead running it down her face and stretching it before she kept her palm above her mouth. She let it drop to the side and allowed her mind to wander a bit more, what she experienced with Surtr was nothing but some sort of *Awakining*. A realization is you will, the realization that Diova could experience *Love*. The word made her recoil a little, her face scrunching up as her mind was then filled with cliche romance tropes and scenarios. She could never picture herself in such situations, it was only recently that Diova was even aware that she could experience affection. It was ironic. She'd always been the playful type, she enjoyed being touchy and teasing others. *Well that's not exactly affection I guess..* She chuckled, recalling moments she'd pester either Pureman or her own demigods. Though she coudlnt help but feel guilty, guilty that- she'd never truly expressed proper affection. Being vague and crude was always her preferred method when it came to talking or even acknowledging her feelings. 

Vulnerability, love, affection. She hated it all, it was weakness disguised behind simple pleasantries. Perhaps that's why she never sought after it, she had no desire or want for *That*.

"Blegh..." She stuck her tongue out in slight disgust. The Goddess then pouted and thought back to other times where the feeling had been present. *There was her* Abrielle. The name sent shivers through Diovas back, it'd been some time since she'd last seen the smaller Goddess. 

*Something told her she wouldn't be seeing her again anytime soon.*

Was that just her luck then? Could she never be able to bond with someone in such a manner again? Then again, it's not like there were many interesting Dietys to begin with. Most of them were rather... Boring. 

No one could really catch her eye.
David
The void ritual had been completed. Mr Bones didn't know if gods could die of old age, but if they could the stress had probably shortened his lifespan by a couple centuries. But it all worked out in the end. Mr Bones' mortals were now capable of traversing into the void- as was all other sentient life. To make things even better, Majesty was dead and Edon appeared to be dying. Things just seemed to work out for the skeleton. Well- all things except one. Allies and to a somewhat more frustrating extent, friends. Mr Bones had met countless gods in his lifetime, most of them were either dead or had disappeared long ago. It wasn't the worst position to be in admittedly, but certainly wasn't enviable. There were two solutions available to the skeletal god; he could always shut himself in from the rest of the tree and merely look after his own mortals. But he had already tried that. It led to gods going beyond their station, meddling in the fabric of reality for their own gain. The other option was trying to meet *Every* God. Eventually, the skeleton would find enough like minded gods that weren't likely to die any time soon. He didn't have any reason yet, but he didn't need one. Socialising could very well be the motive and the method. Anyone who disagreed was probably just a simple minded fool.

A fragment of Mr Bones tore itself out and ascended the tree. New gods always proved frustratingly unreliable, too readily sacrificing themselves to The Unending before their time. Old gods were annoying for other reasons. Always hard to track down, normally difficult to deal with. 

Hm.

Maybe it was just that the vast majority of deities were difficult to deal with. There were the occasional genuinely good gods- deities that Mr Bones cherished his time with, but they were rare and far between. And most were gone. Too many. At this point, the skeleton was willing to converse with just about any god. Any deity would catch his eye socket. But only a few would keep his attention. There was a damn near infinite supply of deities, Mr Bones wasn't going to get bogged down entertaining ideas of laying claim to the tree or killing every other god. He reached the base of Gaia and immediately stumbled upon a new god. 

Small (not presenting herself as intimidating, likely not a conflict related domain though it could be an act). No clothes (not that Mr Bones could comment). Primarily white (peace? Serenity? Purity? Innocence?) that had red peeking through it (hidden other side of personality, possibly violent?). Plain skeleton, but that didn't show anything. Mr Bones hovered up and down until he was more or less level with Diova, before moving towards her. The skeleton leaned down ever so slightly. More than enough to show respect, but not enough to *Loom*. 

"Hello there, I don't believe we've met. I am Mr Bones, god of the dead, undead and dying. Who might you be?"
Steven
"Ah, hel-" 
*What?* 
Diova looked up to see a... A skeleton? A human skeleton? She blinked rapidly a few times then looked to her side, then back up again to still find a mere... Skeloton. Flustered she stayed sitting, an awkward grin appearing on her face. She'd never been caught so off guard by another deities appearance. Of course, she didn't mean that in a bad way, most gods just seemed to look more human, those who wanted to be unique sometimes resembled animals or were just in fact animals. She supposed Mr. Bones was also human, in some sense anyway. His voice was also 

She found his sudden appearance quite coincidental considering she was just moping at the fact that there were no interesting Deitys. Her eyes trailed up towards the top of his skull and then down to the end of his rib cage, stopping herself from looking further down. She had no idea why, but she felt like she was staring too much- he looked so exposed. In a literal sense. Though Diova couldn't exactly say much herself, looking down towards her own exposed body that was only covered by a few strands of hair, she was basically labeled as a nudist at this point. 

Wouldn't that make her vulnerable in some sense as well?

That word had come up again, sneaking into her mind and never leaving. Reminding her of the constant irony her entire demeanor held. She hated the idea of being emotionally vulnerable, yet here she stood, nude of all things. Exposed in a sense, *They're two different things!* She told herself.

**Are they though?**

 The feelings towards the fellow God quickly subsided as she now noticed a few similarities between them. They were both exposed in some nature, that being the biggest similarity. She flashed him a small smile and patted a place near her, signaling him to come and sit. She wouldn't mind some small talk, especially with someone so *Unique*. She found him oddly alluring as well, wanting to get up and begin observing him more. The urge to just run her hands along his skeletal structure was strong, and knowing her behavior she'd be doing it now. But she kept her hands to herself, for some reason she wanted to genuinely chat with the God. Make a good first impression and what not. 

"Allow me to properly introduce myself, I'm Diova. Goddess of Creativity, mainly of the arts, and Destruction of the mind."

She stated, a bit more confidence in her voice than the last time she had to announce her title. It'd been in the very same spot as well, this place had begun to hold a lot of memories now.