At some point, both of them had exhausted their energy enough to lay down beside each other and not spit out insults at each other. A blessing to Mun, he was sure.
But Soren was not done with Yanxi just yet. Because what kind of normal human keeps up with a god that much? His secret sixth sense is tingling and he himself doesn't know what the secret is.
"You're not human, are you?" He probed.
"Nah, I'm the god of silk!" Yanxi replied, looking a little smug about it.
"A god of silk? Do you manipulate your clothes to always look prim and proper or something?" He wondered out loud. Yanxi thought it was funny and laughed out loud.
"Hah! Now that's an idea. I just have a ton of layers underneath that I can take off to use in battle. I can manipulate it to turn it into a certain shape and change its firmness."
"That makes more sense. I'm the Sun god Soren." He added casually.
"Damn! No way?! What're you doing down here, mingling with us peasants?" Yanxi sat up, with the wildest expression on his face.
"I told you! I got kicked out!" Yanxi started laughing uncontrollably.
"I'm being serious!" He also joined in on the laughter, because it was comically insane. A god with a calibre as high as him, getting kicked out of the Void Masters in the least glamorous, undignified way possible.
That was how Mun found them, laughing over such a funny revelation in much better terms with each other. It eased his incoming headaches.
In his humble opinion, being sprawling on the floor with no problems and laughing hysterically with a sort-of-friend is therapeutic. At least they're not at each other's throats anymore.
"You know, seeing you, made me so humbled."
"???"
"I thought that Mun and I were one of the most beautiful beings until you got dropped off here."
"?!?!?!" Was he being 'wooed'?
"Have you even seen yourself? You've got looks that could make your enemies cry out loud from jealousy!" Yanxi talked like he was one of those enemies, but was being really nice about it.
"No, I have not actually seen myself, ever." That was the truth, he has never seen himself and no one could see past his blinding light enough to tell him how he looked like.
"Never?! The Void must've had some sort of mirror, right...?" He shook his head. If anyone ever saw their reflections, it would be on the tiny teacups K. makes them drink out of.
"We must let you see for yourself, the beauty that you possess! You shan't be ignorant on your looks any longer brother!" Since when was he related to him?!
Before he could continue his thought process, Yanxi yanked him off of the grass they were laying down on and dragging him through the mansion. They passed by paintings, hallways, doors that lead to mysterious rooms, windows and décor. Yanxi didn't stop tugging him along until they reached a regal wooden door.
He barely got to catch his breath after all the running before he was pushed inside the room without warning. The inside of the room, wasn't what he expected at all.
There were clusters of miscellaneous items on dozens of shelves. Books, trinkets, souvenirs, rocks, small plants, photo frames, jewellery, dried flowers and even a jar of shells. The room had two tall windows overseeing the back gardens with a balcony between them. There was a giant tan rug that covered most of the floor (trust me when I say it's big because it is big). There were also two doors on the right side of the room which he could only assume could either lead to a wardrobe or a bathroom
The desk was in a corner on the left side of the door with its own mess; a pile of letters, a few opened books, a mug, a photo frame, random stationery and a bunch of ribbons.
The canopy bed was situated opposite to the desk, taking up a small part of the room which appears to be so because the room was the size of a commoner's entire first floor. The bed was probably king sized with light yellow covers and a floral-patterned quilt with a matching colour. The number of pillows that were on the bed was astronomical, one could give 10 people two pillows each and still have some leftover.
Before he could analyse the room any further, he was being nudged into the directed of one of the doors on the right side of the room. It turned out to be the bathroom, and man was that the grandest bathroom he had ever seen?
Why did people think that marble sinks and mini pools were necessary in a bathroom? It should be enough to clean you, no? The mirror was huge with the most intricate wood work framing the glass. The marble sink looked like it got ripped out of a mountain to be craved into a sink for some rich guy. It even had an expensive looking golden faucet. Apparently, the mini pool had a similar aesthetic. At least the toilet looked normal eno—no that's just more marble.
He didn't get a chance to comment on the intense décor before Yanxi was forcing his head to look straight in the mirror.
"Look at yourself! I'm sure with the perfect combination of clothes you will look just like a god worthy to rule over the sun!" And he wasn't even lying.
He had perhaps the shiniest blonde hair he's ever seen on anyone. All this time, he thought it was just the light he naturally emitted, not his hair. Though it could've been both. His eyes were a mix of brilliant orange and yellow with a sun shaped pupil, round shaped like a doe's. In other words, it was screaming 'I'm innocent! Don't run me over with a cart!'.
He had a straight nose and a mole on the top right of his nose bridge. Underneath that cute nose would be the most scrumptious looking heart-shaped lips ever. It looked so nice even he wanted to kiss himself, he's not sorry.
He had a tanned complexion but not too tan. In other words, he looked like a girl after sitting out in the sun for a few hours. Because that was how he felt right now. After being dragged through the halls, he was flushed red from all that running, might be sweating a bit too.
The clothes did not do him any justice. It was just a random shirt with pants that barely fitted his androgynous looking body.
"You look like a badly prepared pancake. I'm sure with the right syrup and toppings you'll look perfect!" Perfect to eat you mean?
"Yeah… to be honest, I don't really care much about how I look—" Before he could finish his sentence, his mouth was covered by a hand. He had the impulse to lick it but resisted, lest any germs make their way into his mouth.
"Ah, ah! I don't want to hear a peep! We're getting you a proper tailor and getting you a whole new wardrobe. In the meantime, let's go pester Mun for a room for you in case he's dense enough to not prepare one for you." The casual tone that Yanxi said that in gave him the chills.
A/N: (The chills that kill)
By nighttime, the three of them were as close as blood brothers, the type that does not always getting along but, at the end of the day, shared their meals together every day. Which was exactly what they were doing right now.
Sitting around a huge table, eating absolutely nothing. Because material wealth or not, king or not, God or not, Mun does not have a single mortal soul living within these palace walls. They just sat there and drank tea instead of eating any food.
"If I knew you guys eat nothing but light snacks all the time, I would have behaved so well it would be dogs to shame just so I wouldn't end up here." He pointed out. Thankfully, neither Mun nor Yanxi said a word. Good, they must know how horrible their meals are.
"I could try cooking—"
"NO! Don't you dare set one foot in the kitchen Mun. You will end the world." Yanxi said, leaving no room for objections. Now that was something to look forward to.
"I'll cook something! Surely there's something in the cabinets, right?"
He was so wrong. The kitchen cabinets were so empty there was a whole colony of dead spiders. The dust was collecting to the point it looked thicker than paper. The only food in the cabinets were dried and shrivelled up. The only ingredients were eggs, milk, flour, salt… and more baking ingredients.
Guess they're having pancakes for dinner.
It's a bit unhealthy, but it's all they've got. He might have to buy some groceries for these two hopeless idiots.
Thankfully, the other two hasn't tried to intervene. Though he was looking forward to Mun trying to navigate around a kitchen and eventually burning it down. Ah, but one can't get everything in life. Maybe one day, he'll have the opportunity to see their faces as the world burns down.
When he came out of the kitchen with a tray full of pancakes. The other two were politely waiting at the dining table. Like two children waiting for their mother to make them breakfast.
Looking at the tray in his hands, he felt unbelievably unhealthy. The pancakes looked sickening with the amount of honey it was drowning in. He can't really complain though, food was food.
At least the other two didn't seem to mind.