Okay, finding the seat is a little more difficult with his vessel’s eyes closed. He makes out the shape after a moment of struggle and moves to sit. He can hear the shift of hair over serpents and has to resist making some sort of delighted gesture. He doesn’t quite catch the intake of breath, though, that slight gasp as she shows her fabled hair.
“They call me Adramelekh. My pantheon are more or less forgotten, now. We move on. I don’t have quite so impressive a role in legend as yourself.” He crosses his knees in the seat and relaxes a little. “Your head seems to have reattached, rather well, at least.”
She grinned broadly at the small gasp and gazed at him much like a predator would stare at its prey. “And I thought my name was a mouthful. People end up going ’M-m-med-d-’ and then suddenly stop.” Em laughed again this one inked with more a more sinister tone as she watched him ease into the bench next to her.
"Though I do have to give my condolences to your forgotten pantheon. Hades and the merry-crew up in Mount Olympus seem to be myths now. Not that I’m complaining any.“ Her eyes continued to sweep over his form as if to make meaning out of the shadowy-ness that was his body. "You can thank Hades for that. I’m not sure if he found my head after Perseus’s passing or if he made me a new body–honestly, I don’t care at this point.” Curiously, she reached over to lay a hand on his shoulder. Was he even physical matter?
⟫»—> Accepting the fact he was at the mercy and graces of the female, he attempted to meet her hand without hesitation, though fingers twitched as they attempted to mimic. Quick glance over his shoulder satisfied him that they were not to be followed, though he knew naught why he sought such confirmations. The walk itself was brisk, a short distance, thankfully do to the slight humiliation to the Bane of Kings pride that he was led about by the strange woman as if a lost hatchling being hurried back to the nest, only speaking after they had broken the first threshold into the joor building.
That small twitch brought a grin to her face and she only increased her grip. “Yes. Exactly that,” she said, leading him through the apartment complex to her room. “And my name’s Em, darling, not Lou-Anne.” She slipped a hand into her pocket and retrieved a key, swiftly unlocking the door before leading him in.
⟫»—> ❝If there is anything I’ve learned from my upbringing, it is everything and everyone has a purpose. Looking… ‘sexy’ sounds an excuse to me. Surely you do not need them for that?❞ and I will flaunt them.
⟫»—> Ascending the iron staircases these joore had believed a suitable means of accessing locations wasn’t necessarily his first course of action though the final results remained the same. Gently rapping at the glass window that proved his final hurtle, the World Eater thought it necessary to remain courteous for the prunah.
The rapping caught her off-guard to say the least. Snakes rattled and hissed, stretching out like a blowfish until Medusa calmed them with quick strokes to bring their heads back near her shoulders. Red eyes gleamed towards the window, prepared to turn intruder into the newest sculpture in her collection.
One look at who it was and she whirled away from him, grabbing sunglasses from one of many that littered the apartment. Knowing what dear Al was, she did not bother getting a wig. She strolled to the window and slid it open, tugging him in by the collar covetously. “Coulda used the front door, Sweets,” she said, lips inches from his. “Not that I’m complaining.”
