Teddy's often shy of initiating contact -- being thoughtful about consent to touch is, also, a convenient stepping stone -- but they love physical affection; sometimes it's really the best way to communicate certain things. What being so easily accepted feels like is one of those.
He gives as good as he gets, hugging-wise -- Teddy's pretty strong, and hugs are supposed to be rib-crushing, in his opinion -- and the length of the hug doesn't bother him at all. It's a bit of an excuse to gather himself, if anything, ducking his head into Iggy's shoulder for just a second. "You weren't kidding," he laughs. "I had to teach my first girlfriend to hug properly. You're not going to break me, I promise."
Teddy considers this. "Hell yes, you would." She does a little gesture of cascading curls. "With the hair, and everything! Little pastel heels, heart under one eye? I can see it. Plus! I'm pretty sure no asshole would be calling landscapes boring. You could just be an artiste. With like, a rich patron." She laughs. "I'm not sure this town is ready for it, but I can see it."
Teddy nods, slowly, thinking about it. "I was too." Raised religious, that is. "What flavor? If you -- You don't have to go into that, if you don't want to." It comes easy to Teddy; they're still kind of wrestling with what they do believe, and the concept of devotion to gods here is almost more familiar than not, but it can be pretty traumatic for people, and they get that.
"It's -- yeah, I would say I'm in the same boat. And I, definitely, don't think what I believe in is all that immediate." They pause, imagining if one of these gods just showed up and did something in front of them. Jesus. No pun intended. "At least, you know, until proven otherwise. But then again, we prayed for people who were sick, or in pain, you know? And -- other less important stuff. That's at least a little immediate."
He makes a face. "Oof. Yeah... I've seen animals killed, I've gone hunting, even, but for food, mostly. First time I shot a deer I cried and cried. My cousins teased me about it a little bit. And it was a good clean shot, took it right down, and it fed us for months -- but." He makes a face and shakes his head; he's still not a fan, and doesn't like sport hunting at all, despite having very good aim: he gets pleaded with by those same cousins to come enter the elk lotto, but never has. "I do think I appreciate food differently than kids who've never seen small farming, or hunting? But there's also a ...lot there to talk about."
Teddy thinks about it. "I guess if you believe that a sacrifice to the gods directly affects what happens to you, though, it's not any different than killing for food. Moreso, really, because that livestock would normally be food, or be worth other kinds of food. So you're saying, God, I'm giving you this life that could very literally keep me and my family alive, because I hope you'll protect us. That's pretty intense."
She rubs the back of her neck. "And...I just got real depressing there. But, also, I'm pretty sure we don't have to sacrifice anything," she adds, and if it's a little hopeful, well. "I feel like sacrifices are a thing one of the." She waves. "Big guys do? The Council, you know? I get the feeling the every day offerings are more. Flowers and food and things."
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He gives as good as he gets, hugging-wise -- Teddy's pretty strong, and hugs are supposed to be rib-crushing, in his opinion -- and the length of the hug doesn't bother him at all. It's a bit of an excuse to gather himself, if anything, ducking his head into Iggy's shoulder for just a second. "You weren't kidding," he laughs. "I had to teach my first girlfriend to hug properly. You're not going to break me, I promise."
Teddy considers this. "Hell yes, you would." She does a little gesture of cascading curls. "With the hair, and everything! Little pastel heels, heart under one eye? I can see it. Plus! I'm pretty sure no asshole would be calling landscapes boring. You could just be an artiste. With like, a rich patron." She laughs.
"I'm not sure this town is ready for it, but I can see it."
Teddy nods, slowly, thinking about it. "I was too." Raised religious, that is. "What flavor? If you -- You don't have to go into that, if you don't want to." It comes easy to Teddy; they're still kind of wrestling with what they do believe, and the concept of devotion to gods here is almost more familiar than not, but it can be pretty traumatic for people, and they get that.
"It's -- yeah, I would say I'm in the same boat. And I, definitely, don't think what I believe in is all that immediate." They pause, imagining if one of these gods just showed up and did something in front of them. Jesus. No pun intended. "At least, you know, until proven otherwise. But then again, we prayed for people who were sick, or in pain, you know? And -- other less important stuff. That's at least a little immediate."
He makes a face. "Oof. Yeah... I've seen animals killed, I've gone hunting, even, but for food, mostly. First time I shot a deer I cried and cried. My cousins teased me about it a little bit. And it was a good clean shot, took it right down, and it fed us for months -- but." He makes a face and shakes his head; he's still not a fan, and doesn't like sport hunting at all, despite having very good aim: he gets pleaded with by those same cousins to come enter the elk lotto, but never has. "I do think I appreciate food differently than kids who've never seen small farming, or hunting? But there's also a ...lot there to talk about."
Teddy thinks about it. "I guess if you believe that a sacrifice to the gods directly affects what happens to you, though, it's not any different than killing for food. Moreso, really, because that livestock would normally be food, or be worth other kinds of food. So you're saying, God, I'm giving you this life that could very literally keep me and my family alive, because I hope you'll protect us. That's pretty intense."
She rubs the back of her neck. "And...I just got real depressing there. But, also, I'm pretty sure we don't have to sacrifice anything," she adds, and if it's a little hopeful, well. "I feel like sacrifices are a thing one of the." She waves. "Big guys do? The Council, you know? I get the feeling the every day offerings are more. Flowers and food and things."