[He gives a confirming hum to that. It might not, though if Hythlodaeus were to use his soul's color, it's a color far closer to someone else that Dirk is familiar with, though their relationship isn't exactly what one might call friendly. It certainly had its benefits...to a degree, but.
That last comment makes him peek one eye open to stare at Hythlodaeus with.]
...'Tis pointless to bring that up. That young man has long since ceased to be. Better to forget about him.
Oh come now, he’s still in there. No matter how flamboyant or curmudgeonly you’ve tried to craft your mask... I saw a bit of him that first night I arrived with that entire group.
[ With a not so subtle reference exactly when he can see it— ]
I doubt you’ve done away with your romantic nature in any case, I doubt you’re even able.
[For a still moment he watches him with that one eye, up until he implies at what moment he saw that younger version of himself. That's when he closes that eye, acting as if he's ignoring him completely. Or, maybe he's just relaxing.
Who knows!]
...Ever am I a romantic, even if the passing of eons have indeed changed me. You will just have to accept that fact.
[Nope, looks like he's not actually ignoring him.]
And I have always been flamboyant. In my own ways, the mortal world has merely granted me room to spread my wings, in a manner of speaking.
Come now, you made such sweet sounds then. I merely look forward to the day you might make them again for me. What tender bliss, you sounded like you did that lifetime ago in the dormitories.
[ He gives him a wide, hammy grin as he rubs his temples. ]
...That is right, isn’t it? Surely you would have donned a more ostentatious frock too, if it were a bit more accepted to do so. What might be your favorite part? The fur, the hammered gold, or perhaps that bright red scarf?
[He scowls, opening his eyes once more to get an eyeful of that hammy grin. Though, the temple rubbing certainly disrupts the threatening look, soothing it to mild irritation at worst.
After a moment, his expression settles into something less irritable, and he lets his eyes close once more. Quietly:]
[The kiss to the forehead is a nice touch, nice enough of one to smooth out his brow the rest of the way. At the suggestion of feathers, the corner of his mouth curls upward.]
Oh? Well, I am no god, no more than you yourself are one. But I will not deny that feathers certainly look handsome on me.
...I do suppose comparatively speaking one might mistake me as one, but truly...I am not so arrogant to claim such a title. Lord of the Underworld is quite enough.
[Humble as ever, huh? The compliment gets shrugged off easily enough, as is his wont, but the mention of a feather vest, well...]
Now, do you mean a vest made of feathers, or one simply adorned with them? I confess, one sounds far more appealing than the other.
[And that’s clearly just a little light-hearted teasing. He makes a thoughtful sound, weighing the options.]
I suppose I’ll have to make it to show you. Yet I cannot imagine it would be very comfortable to merely wear tied together feathers... plus the diminished structural stability!
Believe it or not, I can be quite humble, and not merely in mummery.
[He quips back with an amused snort.]
Wishing to indulge in some tailoring, hm? I suppose the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect would do well in such a profession pursuit. [a momentary pause] I would not oppose a cape. They are often handsome.
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I doubt that would bring him much comfort.
[He shrugs to himself and lets out a little huff. ]
A bit like you as a young man.
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That last comment makes him peek one eye open to stare at Hythlodaeus with.]
...'Tis pointless to bring that up. That young man has long since ceased to be. Better to forget about him.
[beat]
But yes I suppose so.
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Oh come now, he’s still in there. No matter how flamboyant or curmudgeonly you’ve tried to craft your mask... I saw a bit of him that first night I arrived with that entire group.
[ With a not so subtle reference exactly when he can see it— ]
I doubt you’ve done away with your romantic nature in any case, I doubt you’re even able.
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Who knows!]
...Ever am I a romantic, even if the passing of eons have indeed changed me. You will just have to accept that fact.
[Nope, looks like he's not actually ignoring him.]
And I have always been flamboyant. In my own ways, the mortal world has merely granted me room to spread my wings, in a manner of speaking.
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[ He gives him a wide, hammy grin as he rubs his temples. ]
...That is right, isn’t it? Surely you would have donned a more ostentatious frock too, if it were a bit more accepted to do so. What might be your favorite part? The fur, the hammered gold, or perhaps that bright red scarf?
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[He scowls, opening his eyes once more to get an eyeful of that hammy grin. Though, the temple rubbing certainly disrupts the threatening look, soothing it to mild irritation at worst.
After a moment, his expression settles into something less irritable, and he lets his eyes close once more. Quietly:]
...I do rather enjoy the fur, I suppose.
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[ And seals it with a kiss to his forehead.]
And how well it suits you. It makes you look very majestic, like a proper god of death. Feathers, perhaps, would be a nice accent.
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Oh? Well, I am no god, no more than you yourself are one. But I will not deny that feathers certainly look handsome on me.
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[ An impish smile spreads across his features. ]
You look handsome in a great many things.
[ he pauses, Considering ]
Let us find you a feathered vest perhaps.
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[Humble as ever, huh? The compliment gets shrugged off easily enough, as is his wont, but the mention of a feather vest, well...]
Now, do you mean a vest made of feathers, or one simply adorned with them? I confess, one sounds far more appealing than the other.
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[And that’s clearly just a little light-hearted teasing. He makes a thoughtful sound, weighing the options.]
I suppose I’ll have to make it to show you. Yet I cannot imagine it would be very comfortable to merely wear tied together feathers... plus the diminished structural stability!
...Or mayhap a lined cape.
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[He quips back with an amused snort.]
Wishing to indulge in some tailoring, hm? I suppose the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect would do well in such a profession pursuit. [a momentary pause] I would not oppose a cape. They are often handsome.