Jul 14, 2015
Hades would appear beside the Firebird in bed, with his fiery hair wrapped in rollers and with a face caked with moisturize cream, and ask, "What's wrong, dear?"
Events he’d wished to forget of times long past is what caused Urúvion to wake with such a start. He shakily brushed a strand of his red hair out of his face as he tried to recover from what had occurred.
At the strange voice his golden eyes turn towards the strange being that suddenly appeared next to him. He...wasn’t all too sure just who or what he was seeing before him, however, whomever it was held and aura that was somewhat familiar but at the same time different then the one he knew. “And...just who are you supposed to be?” He questioned.