(open | february log)

[fulgency]

Who: Ozymandias + you!
When: All month!
Where: Lots of places!
What: Open prompts for speed-dating quest/general + closed starters. Feel free to message me at rebreather or this journal if you'd like a closed starter!
Warnings: nsfw in caren's thread

Comments

[unholey]

[It might be difficult for Ozymandias to see, given the distance between them, but when the sphinx bristles at him, Fugo goes tense. He stands stock still, focused nearly completely on the sphinx, knuckles white as his grip on the wall tightens. It's not a complete threat display, but it's obvious that the conjuration doesn't want him any closer. He listens to Ozymandias, but his words come second to this: determining if the sphinx is actually going to lunge at him and what he can do to stop it, or protect himself. It's not a reaction of fear so much as it is sharp, focused readiness.

That doesn't happen. Ozymandias places his hand on the sphinx's shoulder and it settles down again, wings folding behind its muscled back. Fugo's posture doesn't immediately lose its tension, even when he turns his attention towards Ozymandias again. He blinks a few times, mentally catching up on the moment and what's been said. It's-- the usual grandstanding and posturing.]

... well, congratulations. [Much slower than the sphinx, Fugo's own hackles begin to settle.] From the way you're talking, I take it you're used to having more of them at your beck and call.

[fulgency]

[Some of the finer details of Fugo's tension go without Ozymandias' notice. They are a far enough distance away after all, and he's more than a little distracted by his success. But he does not miss the tension altogether. It is perhaps a wise thing to do in the presence of such a creature as the one Ozymandias has conjured, but he finds it unnecessary. He would have no reason to set his sphinx upon Fugo, particularly in this state while he is still recovering.]

[But Ozymandias opts to say nothing of it. As guarded as Fugo is towards him, it would likely be a tiring exercise to attempt convincing him that he is in no such danger around any sphinx that he might summon.]

I am in the command of an entire army, Fugo. I possess sphinxes of even greater size than this. [Although still said with intonations of pride as always, this is not so much an intentional boast as a statement of fact.] The king of these creatures, the template of the Awlad I summon, is my Noble Phantasm. It is why I possess authority over them and they seek to protect my temple.

[Or in this case, his mansion.]