[He doesn't argue the point about the owl now that he's perfect aware of how adorable he is in every form. Every bird he's taken flight as, all down to the very fluffy paws he has as a gryphon... even with the talons.
He's a whole package, even as a god.]
Dickish, you say? That's funny, considering what I was actually referencing... [He wiggles his brows. No, not sinful. He and Nadine have the same hangup over that word. Or did, at least. He has the feeling they did.
Look, he's only saying he's had fun. Every time.]
Is this? Looking upon the vestiges of the men we used to be? It's certainly romantic, in a grim way. [He's amused as he says it, though, leading the way to this: the monument in the middle of it all. Still standing against all odds, the magic in it more powerful than ever.] I don't think the history books even remember what it was for.
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He's a whole package, even as a god.]
Dickish, you say? That's funny, considering what I was actually referencing... [He wiggles his brows. No, not sinful. He and Nadine have the same hangup over that word. Or did, at least. He has the feeling they did.
Look, he's only saying he's had fun. Every time.]
Is this? Looking upon the vestiges of the men we used to be? It's certainly romantic, in a grim way. [He's amused as he says it, though, leading the way to this: the monument in the middle of it all. Still standing against all odds, the magic in it more powerful than ever.] I don't think the history books even remember what it was for.