A lot has changed in 800 years, of course. But, by way of some miracle, and perhaps so subtly changed by those around him, the unusual friendships Henry has cultivated during his time in Abraxas has made him…
Well. Not sentimental, quite. Not a man that seeks out company for the sake of it, not a man that’s become social by any means. But perhaps someone who is more keen to visit long-formed connections in a way he would not have ages ago — seeking fulfillment in a concept that had been impossible during his time in a life long passed, but now possible as a residence of this world. As a god, at that.
Though he’s not precisely the kind of divine entity that fits the rather lovely aesthetic of Claire’s home. His own domain has twisted the fauna and flora both into a single consciousness, reflected in eerie movements and alien awareness, beginning to mottle with ichorous darkness. A far cry what he sees around him as he makes his way to the little house, and yes, decides to hover in the doorway.
He’s in his human-appearance, as seems fitting for this quaint sort of meeting. A faint smile, nothing new there.
“It’s polite to wait for an invitation.”
God or mortal, one shouldn’t just barge in without expecting consequences.
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Well. Not sentimental, quite. Not a man that seeks out company for the sake of it, not a man that’s become social by any means. But perhaps someone who is more keen to visit long-formed connections in a way he would not have ages ago — seeking fulfillment in a concept that had been impossible during his time in a life long passed, but now possible as a residence of this world. As a god, at that.
Though he’s not precisely the kind of divine entity that fits the rather lovely aesthetic of Claire’s home. His own domain has twisted the fauna and flora both into a single consciousness, reflected in eerie movements and alien awareness, beginning to mottle with ichorous darkness. A far cry what he sees around him as he makes his way to the little house, and yes, decides to hover in the doorway.
He’s in his human-appearance, as seems fitting for this quaint sort of meeting. A faint smile, nothing new there.
“It’s polite to wait for an invitation.”
God or mortal, one shouldn’t just barge in without expecting consequences.