adora – the small dog of imaginary friends

[image description: A very happy tail-wagging white cartoon hound, whose collar is loose thick and red, and whose single gold dog tag features a crystalline red heart. Text reads, “159 adora – the small dog of imaginary friends”]




I know I just met you, but hello!  May I lick your face?  Ha, I almost asked if I could like your face, and I do, I do like your face, I like your face so much, I love your face, and now I want to lick it.  So may I lick your face?  Please?

Oh, I’m sorry, was that rude?  My name’s Adora, and I adore you.  I’m the small dog of imaginary friends, and it’s my job to adore you.  Not you in specific, but most people.  Not everyone!  It’s not special if it’s everyone, and I get to have free will just like everybody else.  Making me love people who are awful to me wouldn’t be very free will-y.  But I love all my friends, mortal or divine, real or imaginary, and I love them all just the same, and I like your face so much, and I want to lick your face so much, and if you’ll let me, I’ll be your friend forever, and if you won’t let me, I’ll be your friend forever anyway, because friends don’t give up on friends.  That isn’t how this is supposed to work.

I love you.

My first friend and my first love were a small god of loneliness who isn’t around anymore.  They made me, and we were together always, and they stopped being so very lonely, and then one day they just faded into nothing, because they had given away their portfolio when they forgot how to be utterly alone.  And they cried when they left me, because they said leaving me meant that they were a god of loneliness after all, but I’m not sorry, and I’m not lonely.

I have you.  I have you, and I have all my other friends, forever and ever and always and I even have A Void, who’s the small cat of being misunderstood, and she’s my very best friend of all, even when she hisses and shows me her claws.  That’s just how small cats say they love you.  I know that, because I love her, and she loves me, and we’re happy.

I’m happy.

Now you can be happy to, if you’ll just believe in me.  I’m imaginary, but I’m here for you, so you won’t ever, never have to be alone.

Not ever.

So hello, new friend, hello, hello, I love you.  Hello.

Join Lee Moyer (Icon) and Seanan McGuire (Story) Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a guide to the many small deities who manage our modern world, from the God of Social Distancing to the God of Finding a Parking Space.





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