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š”ˆš””š””š”¦š”¢ š”š”²š”«š”°š”¬š”« ([personal profile] satanicpanics) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2024-05-18 01:22 am (UTC)

No, but you are a trusty steed.

[ And yeah, he could have said he wanted to sit there, but where’s the fun in that? He takes the bird’s place, nearly loses his grip when Michael jostles him, but he merely huffs and readjusts himself, settling in for the ride. ]

Well, first of all, to answer your question? No, I can’t keep a secret. But! For you? I’ll try my hardest.

[ With his spindly little bat-monster legs, he carefully inches upside-down along the crest of Michael’s wing as he would a tree branch. Human Eddie can’t sit still, and it’s a trait that clearly extends to his god form. ]

That’s not a bad way of looking at things, dude. You’re doing what you want, and that’s metal as hell.

[ He grins, showing all his sharp white teeth, and as big and scary as it might be to a mortal, it’s absolutely genuine. He didn’t used to be particularly close with Michael—he’d have considered them friends, fellow Solvunn, but not close. Centuries have bridged the gap, and Eddie thinks just as fondly of Michael as he ever did of the Summoned he’s been close to for longer. ]

And take a good demigod battle away from someone else? I would never.

[ Eddie absolutely isn’t interested in combat at all. There’s still a part of him who loves the idea of wielding a sword like something out of the fantasy books he used to love so much, but it’s not something that ever stuck. He has has fought a few smaller demigods, but it’s rarely a way he opts to spend his time. ]

Where to, then?

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