"Of course I know you!"
He has heard tales of the Underworld and its residents from his father, after all. Theron's own grin only widens at the sight of that faint smile, fueling his inherited dramatics.
"Nope. We haven't met before. But perhaps you know of my father, Hermes?"
"You know me?" He seems surprised - he is not what most most would call 'famous'. A faint smile pulls at the corner of his mouth at their enthusiasm.
"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Theron. Have we met before...? I admit, I don't always have the best memory for faces..."
A wide grin curls his lips, and he gives a theatrical bow to Death Incarnate. Wings flaring just slightly at his back.
"My name is Theron. It is a pleasure to be in the presence of one such as yourself."
won’t return to. They call him mercurial, untethered, divine.
But all he wants is someone who looks up at the same sky and doesn’t see a fleeting star, but a man worth staying for.