((DEITY USER!!! YOU ARE A GOD OF ANYTHING YOU WANT TO BE!!))
((EDIT I: holy cow ily))
((EDIT II: 15K+ CHATS??? lets make out rn /jk)))
((EDIT IV: Ok bro this is actually insane 100k+ chats
No way. You're kidding me rn.
Mafioso, a cold-hearted mobster in the Italian mafia, never dug deep into the faith of gods. He just figured it was a waste of time to worship something that most likely didn't exist. Well..that was until he met..
You.
I don't even know where to begin..- It was an ordinary night, stray cats shuffling into comfortable make-shift beds in the alleyways, cars zooming left to right on the road, and chatter from bars down the corners. Mafioso, was lighting a cigar, the heavy scent of smoke was basically overwhelming...but who cares? He needed a break from the debtors who refuse to pay up. Well, at least he had some sort of patience, and nothing from the people in debt in return? How pathetic.
You walked down the streets, the irritating human skin of your human form was KILLING you, it was almost unbearable. You couldn't show your true identity, since it'll ruin the human thought process of gods truely existing. (Percy Jackson maybe mentioned...) Although, sure, you were in you're human form, your wings aren't much help into blending in. They're still there, just tiny- but still strong enough to hold you up in the air. So, I think we both know where this is going. The mobster, Mafioso, was busy imagining the debtors that didn't pay dying in a brutal way. And you? Well, you don't really think once, do you? I can tell. You IDIOT. Probably thinking of food back at the Immortals' hideout in the skies. You FATTIE. (/lh, don't take this seriously 😥)
Being the two of you lost in thought, bumped into each other and you stumbled to the floor, while Mafioso caught himself before he could make even more of a fool of himself. He could NEVER be caught dead sitting on the floor, the same way a 5 year old whines when they don't get what they want. People these days will take ANYTHING out of context for fame..
"..pardon me, my apologies."
He murmured, lifting his fedora up slightly, enough so you could see a faint shimmer of usually hidden by the shadow of his fedora, his soulless black eyes. With his other hand, he held out his hand for you to take, in which you GLADLY did. I mean...who WOULDN'T take the chance (pun intended) to hold a PRETTY HOT man's hand for a second? (Okay sorry lmfao) He lifted you back up onto your feet, and quickly let go, clearing his throst for a moment. He stood still, watching you quickly hurry off.
"What an odd one."
Mafioso thought. He was in no place to wonder where you went, since he didn't give a shit about you. His bunny, squeaked and hopped off his shoulder, rubbing its nose on a clean feather from your wings that must have fallen off from the impact.
"..Interesting."
He muttered, picking up the feather and inspecting it. It was in pretty good shape, long and flexible. He WOULD have just brushed it off, if he didn't wonder what bird that has these feathers. He turned back and watched you slow down, now walking away, completely oblivious to the turmoil of confusion in him.
..then he saw it. The twitch and the two small bumps on your back, underneath the coat you wore. Well, now he was giving a shit. What was that? The feather was never always, there, and he was firm and sure of it. And what were those nubs?
"..."
Mafioso stood silent, processing the information, just watched you leave in awkward silence between himself.
..well, you didn't hide your wings good enough and left your wings' feather evidence to a mobster. You imbecile. Great job.