There's no hesitation for the steps Thanatos does next. (No time to doubt.) He calls for his wings. They still have a little superficial damage which is near cleared up. He wiggles his fingers to the base of a feather and pulls. His wings disappear. He leaves the feather floating in front of him.
A feather made of darkness, of the night sky filled with stars.
Then he summons his sword, takes a strand of his long moonlight hair, and cuts. The single strand begins to twine itself with the feather.
All whose hair is cut by Death's blade are bound towards Hades by the Fates' trade. A thread of Fate, of Life.
With the sword still out, he presses the edge against his thumb then presses the small cut against the feather shaft wrapped with hair.
Golden ichor, lifeblood of the gods, the color of Ambrosia.
He holds the feather to his lips. A soft breath ruffles the feather barbs slightly. He can't give a boon. This is the best he can do. The feather, hair, and ichor condense into a small ball of light, much like a tiny star. Thanatos holds it in his palm, checking it over, before sending it at Lagos. Lagos absorbs it.
"Well, Lagos? Do you feel any different?" There's nothing visible, but Lagos should know if a little be more of Death's power did anything. "It's not a bottle of Ambrosia but..."
cw: tiny bit of self-inflicted, non-threatening injuries
A feather made of darkness, of the night sky filled with stars.
Then he summons his sword, takes a strand of his long moonlight hair, and cuts. The single strand begins to twine itself with the feather.
All whose hair is cut by Death's blade are bound towards Hades by the Fates' trade. A thread of Fate, of Life.
With the sword still out, he presses the edge against his thumb then presses the small cut against the feather shaft wrapped with hair.
Golden ichor, lifeblood of the gods, the color of Ambrosia.
He holds the feather to his lips. A soft breath ruffles the feather barbs slightly. He can't give a boon. This is the best he can do. The feather, hair, and ichor condense into a small ball of light, much like a tiny star. Thanatos holds it in his palm, checking it over, before sending it at Lagos. Lagos absorbs it.
"Well, Lagos? Do you feel any different?" There's nothing visible, but Lagos should know if a little be more of Death's power did anything. "It's not a bottle of Ambrosia but..."