Ladies... ladies... Please....
The Avenging Son, Lord Namor of Atlantis, Lord of the Seven Seas, the Sub-Mariner long ago, after the death of his first wife, decided to never again bind himself to any one person. Once he came out of mourning, he was approached by a number of noble ladies looking to help soothe his pain. In the begining, he turned down the offers, though slowly he began to accept, letting his indulgence of the physical pleasures be a balm to his emotional devestation.
And so, it has reached a point when the Atlantean nobility dreads their Lord ever settling down and having heirs. In fact, it happens so commonly that they cannot reach him, cannot even find him, that they have given up attempting to chain him down to responsibilities. He is still young, for an Atlantean, and they have hopes that he may some day come to his senses and take thr throne as the monarch they know he could be.
"Of course, Susan. I wouldn't miss your company for the world. Tomorrow evening?" Namor smiles at his companion as he makes an arrangement with another woman. "Of course. I look forward to it." Lowering his cellphone, he smiles more broadly at his companion, "I do appologize about that once again, Jennifer. I am very interested in your suggestion."
Standing, he kisses the jade toned skin of the woman he's been having a drink with, "I am very, very interested in what you, Natasha and Carol have conspired to put together for me this evening." Namor takes a step back from her, releasing her hand.
"I will meet you at the car." Talking away from the lady and the table, he heads toward the restroom.
Before he gets there, he vanishes, leaving behind several soon to be dissapointed women.
And so, it has reached a point when the Atlantean nobility dreads their Lord ever settling down and having heirs. In fact, it happens so commonly that they cannot reach him, cannot even find him, that they have given up attempting to chain him down to responsibilities. He is still young, for an Atlantean, and they have hopes that he may some day come to his senses and take thr throne as the monarch they know he could be.
"Of course, Susan. I wouldn't miss your company for the world. Tomorrow evening?" Namor smiles at his companion as he makes an arrangement with another woman. "Of course. I look forward to it." Lowering his cellphone, he smiles more broadly at his companion, "I do appologize about that once again, Jennifer. I am very interested in your suggestion."
Standing, he kisses the jade toned skin of the woman he's been having a drink with, "I am very, very interested in what you, Natasha and Carol have conspired to put together for me this evening." Namor takes a step back from her, releasing her hand.
"I will meet you at the car." Talking away from the lady and the table, he heads toward the restroom.
Before he gets there, he vanishes, leaving behind several soon to be dissapointed women.