[image description: A thin green-shaded figure stands in a black tee shirt and jeans, adjusting their big round black-rimmed, rose-colored eyeglasses with their right hand (showing their painted red nails). Behind them, a stand of roseate deciduous trees. Text reads, “128, Eva Distraction ~ Small God of Hiding Behind Glasses”]
People assume that Eva is shy. Eva isn’t shy. Eva just wants to see the world without distortions or distractions. When glasses get dirty, they can be wiped clean. Eyes are more difficult. Smudges on the eye tend to linger, tend to harden into schema and stereotype, and Eva doesn’t have time for that sort of bullshit. Ze has places to go, things to do, and very little patience for the assumed.
Ze sees the world clearly, from behind a comfortable screen of shaped and polished glass, and ze likes it that way.
Eva stands with the shy, the ones who need something to hide behind in the literal sense, the faithful who desire to be obscured, to disappear, to be seen as an accessory and not as an entire person in their own right. Ze will help them vanish as much as they need to, and when zir works are not enough to make that possible, ze will try to find another way. Eva is nothing if not forever merciful.
Eva stands with the smug, the ones who seek to cultivate an air of mystery or superiority, whether they watch the world from behind corrective lenses or on the other side of a screen of artificial darkness, and if they sometimes look a little smug, a little silly, well, Eva does zir best not to judge them. Mortality is complicated in ways divinity will never be, and ze understands that the temporary may need to feel superior to their fellows from time to time. They’ll find out soon enough that reality looks like with the screens stripped away, and then they can try to cope with the sight of it without their glasses. Eva will shelter them until that day comes.
Ze cares for all zir faithful, and when they lose their glasses, ze is there with a prayer to St. Velma that their vision may clear and their shields be restored while there’s still time.
Time is always shorter than it seems.
Artist Lee Moyer (13th Age, Cursed Court) and author Seanan McGuire (Middlegame, Every Heart a Doorway) have joined forces to bring you icons and stories of the small deities who manage our modern world, from the God of Social Distancing to the God of Finding a Parking Space.
Join in each week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a guide to the many tiny divinities: