(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

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[partnerinheels]

[She appreciates his focus and dedication, which is why she doesn't start clapping until he's successful in what she believes is a summoning of sorts. It'd be rude to interrupt.

That smile. His pure and utter delight. It's absolutely contagious, and she finds herself offering him a sharp-toothed grin.]

What a delightful honor. Though, I'm quite sad that the house sized cat no longer exists.

[Saying it earns a soft chuckle as she gets it. House cat.
Fantastic. She turns her attention to the sphinx, tail flicking behind her.]

Hello there. You're quite beautiful. Puts you to shame Ozymandias.

[fulgency]

[The joke about the housecat flies clean over Ozymandias' head, but he doesn't interpret her chuckle as anything more than shared delight in his success. Especially once she compliments the sphinx in all of its divine glory. Not that the sphinx pays much mind to it, simply studying Sheva quietly from behind its death mask.]

I would normally find it quite offensive to suggest that anything might have a more glorious visage than myself, but this time I shall allow it.

[Because in the end, any compliment to this creature is a testament to Ozymandias and his power. So, in a way, it is a compliment all on its own.]

[partnerinheels]

[Sheva can't help but roll her eyes at that very humble comment, smirking in amusement all the while.]

Is that so? What happens if someone offends you in such a grave manner?

[Clearly she doesn't think it's such a terrible thing, particularly if it's the truth. Not that she's saying he's unattractive by any stretch of the world, quite the opposite really, but the lioness can't help but poke at such an ego.]

Can I touch... Him? [She sniffs the air.] Her?

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Him, [Ozymandias supplies, ignoring her attempts at continuing to prod at his ego in favor of speaking of his divine beasts.] The females are just as powerful, but their forms are slightly smaller and they bear the head of a human woman.

[And he means that when he says they are no less powerful. What they may lack in physical brawn compared to the males, they more than made up for with their speed and agility.]

He will not attack without my command. If you wish to touch him, you may.

[partnerinheels]

That's good to know. [She purrs appreciatively, sparing a glance with her smile over to Ozymandias.

Even before his offer, she steps closer to the sphinx, allowing him to get used to her scent. Once she's given express permission and confirmation of safety, Sheva reaches out to smooth her hand over the creature's head, petting them as she's known other felines to enjoy. Every so often, she scratches gently behind his ear, her smile growing all the while.]

Does he have a name?

[fulgency]

[The sphinx lowers its head some to make her petting a little easier. He's not quite as enthusiastic as the kittens often are in response to receiving pets, but that is perhaps for the best given just how large this one is. It would not take much of its strength to knock someone over just based on its size alone. Still, he seems appreciative. It's difficult to see from behind the mask, but the sphinx's eyes close and he leans his head slightly into Sheva's hand.]

[Ozymandias considers her question for a moment though. The sphinxes he summons in his world always have names, regardless of how many he summons. They are not beings that he creates out of thin air, but divine creatures that he summons to whichever world he himself has been summoned to. But these sphinxes are a bit different from those sphinxes. They are plainly not the same creatures, but replicas woven together from the magic of this world. And unlike those sphinxes typically at his disposal, they will eventually fade and return back into the raw magic they are made of.]

I suppose he does not have one yet, [he eventually concludes.] Would you like to name him?

[He might as well share in the glory of this moment with one who was there to witness it.]