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Abaddon (first_woe) wrote in forgotten_gods,

The shadows of his wings shifted, a better tell of his state than his face at any rate – his feathers were quite literally ruffled, and he sought to soothe the tension that pulled the wraith pinions into disarray. He was in agreement with the higher Prince in the assessment – if he were hosting, this would be a family-only celebration.

Still, he finds himself vindicated in the demon’s irritation, and it does bring some ease to the tension that had twisted him when his eyes had landed on the two at the door, though he only recognized the one. He cleared his throat and looked down to the glass, which was now empty save for a slightly bloated looking baby demon locust. He mumbled something that was more growl than words and the creature skittered back up into his sleeve and away once more into the folds of his suit.

“I do realize the times have changed, but I had not thought they had changed so much..” He lets the statement hang, back at conversational level now that he had drawn back to is previous posture. It was an answer to both the loss of respect, and of the other guests at the party, expressing his thinly veiled displeasure at both.