He smiles and gives a nod of appreciation. Not many refer to his pantheon. Forgotten is a good term to describe them, now. Even the Olympians are better off than the gods from his side.
“It is something many struggle with. Most just call me Adra. You are welcome to do the same."
He steps back very slightly as she moves to touch him. "I wouldn’t recommend it, miss. The shadow is hungry.” He can actually make himself more solid, but that means he won’t be able to look at her at all, he’ll be inside the human whose eyes are closed. He doesn’t trust her that much. “How’s the new millennium treating you?”
“Adra? How cute.”
She continued to reach out to the shadow anyway, sliding close to him on the bench. “Hungry shadows? Don’t change the subject on me, darling. I’ll tell you all about my adventures in Wonderland as soon as the Cheshire Cat talks about his interesting shadowy act. How’s that?"
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?
He preens as she calls him ugly, apparently basking in the comments. Gives the slightest of curtseys. He isn’t remotely offended. From where his true eyes watch behind the shadows, she is the mere hint of a human shape in blended beige and now with a hint of red where eyes might lie. The abyss is a poor lens for beauty, but he is afraid of what viewing her through the vessel’s eyes would do to either form. Better to use his ‘mirror’ made of shadow.
“‘Need’ might make me sound a little abrupt,” he says with a broad grin. “I just wanted to pay my respects- I am glad to hear the rumours of your demise were greatly exaggerated. This might sound a little embarrassing, but- I always wanted to meet you.” He grins again bashfully, that small spread of teeth, and just the faintest red glow tinges his cheeks.
She laughed, though there was no mirth that touched her eyes. “Hardly, dear. Perseus still chopped my head off. Funny how things end up working out in Hades’s realm.” When she glanced up at him again and noticed the blush in his cheeks, the sincerity within his words, she softened. He was simply adorable. No longer did she see the intimidation of the eye-less man, but a shadow with boyish admiration and gods there was no way he was faking that cute little blush.
“The pleasure is mine, Shadow. Come, take a seat. Tell me your name.” Em grinned and twirled the side of her wig, tugging it down slightly to reveal the scaly forms just beneath it.
“I’ve been in a deeper hole than that to be honest. It’s not always convenient, though one does the best with the colours at one’s disposal.” The hole in the air moves the shape of a hand against the red tie, almost the only point of contrast or indication of depth on the being.
“Sorry if I have unnerved you- As good as I think I’d look in sculpt, I can’t afford to be late for tomorrow’s ten a.m.” The grin spreads a little. “I’m afraid we’re on rather an uneven standpoint. I know who you are, but I’ve not been polite enough to introduce myself. Adramelekh, Ma’am.” He gives the slightest of bows with supplicated hands, a gesture to show he is eager to be in good standing with her.
She watched him carefully from behind dark shades, but it was as difficult as it was to see in the darkness from behind sunglasses. One look around to be sure no one was passing through the suburban park and she flipped up her shades, revealing bright red eyes. A quiet yet sharp intake of breath and a slight rustling from beneath her wig was the only indication of the slight terror upon realizing his form was completely of shadows, including his apparel. “Oh my, you’re uglier than I thought. Poor thing.”
With nonchalance, she looked away, though a smile curled at the corner of her lips at his show of respect. Though she was still on guard, it was clear he wasn’t going to do anything stupid, otherwise he might have done so already. “Need something, Sweets?”
“With a face like that, you belong in Tartarus, darling.” Medusa was almost threatened by the fact that he had no eyes.