MAW Alt day continues! I swear, I can’t go ten minutes without writing Mot. I’m not sure when he became my beautiful green son, but I mean, I’m done questioning it. Let’s roll.
‘Note to self,’ Mot wrote in his journal that night. 'If any person even mentions a siren again, run. It’s just not worth it.’
Earlier that day, Mot had done the exact opposite. A group of rogue sirens had taken prisoners, one of which was one of Dianite’s partners. Dianite, being a god, had the benefit of being impervious to the siren’s song, but Mot had insisted on accompanying him. Dianite hadn’t thought it was a good idea, but had allowed Mot to come anyways.
Somehow, he accidentally split off from Dianite, leaving himself alone and completely vulnerable.
The voice that wafted into the hallway of the abandoned building they were searching made Mot’s head spin. It was intoxicating, begging for his deepest desires and fantasies. Mot was strong and fought it, but eventually succumbed to it.
Then, out of thin air, Dianite appeared in front of him.
Mot’s head, still foggy from the song, didn’t see anything wrong with the picture. “Milord?” He asked. “Dia?”
Dianite didn’t say anything, but moved closer and closer to Mot. In moments, Mot was practically pinned to the wall. Mot cursed his attraction to the god, which turned the moment from bizarre and terrifying to extremely attractive.
Dianite suddenly pressed his lips against Mot’s. Dianite was kissing him, Mot distantly thought. The kiss was rough but passionate, and part of Mot was in heaven.
The other part of Mot knew this was wrong. Something was wrong, but part of him didn’t want to care. Part of him just wanted to give into it, let Dianite kiss him, take him, and do anything that he pleased to him. That part didn’t want to listen to reason, and didn’t even care if it was wrong or not.
Despite the longing to let it happen, Mot tried to push Dianite off him. “Dianite, stop,” Mot tried, but the other man only pinned down his arms better and continued.
Finally, alarms went off in Mot’s head. This wasn’t right. Dianite respected Mot’s boundaries, and wouldn’t force him to do something he wasn’t comfortable with unless it was necessary.
Mot struggled to escape the arms that pinned him down. The spell finally broke, revealing the bird and human like creature that was truly attacking him. Mot was finally able to push him off enough to draw his blade at pierce the creature in the stomach, successfully killing it. Mot collapsed against the wall, putting his head in his hands.
“Mot!” Dianite called. “Are you dying?”
“Just on the inside,” Mot groaned, wanting to barf.
Dianite rolled his eyes at the champion. “I’ve found Esther. Now that that… Beast is dead, we’re good to go.”
“All right,” Mot agreed. “I’ll be up and ready in a minute, I just need to shake off the song a little more.”
Dianite nodded, heading back to help Esther, their ally, home.
Mot put his head back into his hands.