[ even more than the chill and the scent, hades senses the power that yue is channeling, for it is similar enough to his own, though still not the same.
everything about yue's posture screams away, away and yet hades approaches closer still, shifting to lift a pale handful of yue's hair, drawing it between long, clawed fingers as it if it his to touch, his to explore. there are no boundaries, for him, not here, not in this place, though the movement itself if curious at best. ]
A bird that thinks itself a man is still a bird. You say you are no bird, but you are also no man; what is it that you think you are, if not a bird?
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[ even more than the chill and the scent, hades senses the power that yue is channeling, for it is similar enough to his own, though still not the same.
everything about yue's posture screams away, away and yet hades approaches closer still, shifting to lift a pale handful of yue's hair, drawing it between long, clawed fingers as it if it his to touch, his to explore. there are no boundaries, for him, not here, not in this place, though the movement itself if curious at best. ]
A bird that thinks itself a man is still a bird. You say you are no bird, but you are also no man; what is it that you think you are, if not a bird?