[Thanatos, by the grace of Lord Seteth and Lady Rosie lives on the beach. It's bright and sandy and wet. But it is a home and he is thankful to have it. What he's less thankful for is all the people now suddenly on the beach. Scantily clad. Copulating everywhere.
It's really hard to enjoy the stars at night when that's happening just outside his residence.
Thanatos doesn't really walk outside so much as he shifts from place to place. The exception being when he visits Pebbles, Sether's dragon, or stops by Rosie's. Then he floats along the sand because he's rather noisy in his arrivals. It's as he's stepping out, grimacing in the sunlight, that something catches his eye out on the beach. A wing. A familiar wing at that.
Hope is a dangerous thing but he floats across the sand anyway. And yes... There she is. He's so... He's so very glad to see her.]
Megaera...
[He says her name softly in that unearthly voice he has, still not quite believing.
He's dressed as he always is, stubbornly refusing to adapt or change in this new soicety. So it's all the same ancient Greek garments with the gold adornments.]
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It's really hard to enjoy the stars at night when that's happening just outside his residence.
Thanatos doesn't really walk outside so much as he shifts from place to place. The exception being when he visits Pebbles, Sether's dragon, or stops by Rosie's. Then he floats along the sand because he's rather noisy in his arrivals. It's as he's stepping out, grimacing in the sunlight, that something catches his eye out on the beach. A wing. A familiar wing at that.
Hope is a dangerous thing but he floats across the sand anyway. And yes... There she is. He's so... He's so very glad to see her.]
Megaera...
[He says her name softly in that unearthly voice he has, still not quite believing.
He's dressed as he always is, stubbornly refusing to adapt or change in this new soicety. So it's all the same ancient Greek garments with the gold adornments.]