[say] “Mmmm I had Eirachi - before. She made me cold. So cold. Human cold.”[/say] A slight shiver runs through the demigod, a look of ecstasy glazing over her eyes as she recalls the whole experience, the rush of the power.[say] “So I can’t drink,”[/say] she whines unhappily. She knows she can’t waste that power by taking someone else’s - and that’s the sole bit of iron will that remains.
Do not drink.
[say] “But I hope you drink soon too.”[/say] Addled as she may be, she hasn’t lost so much tough as to realize the others need certain things.
When the two of them lie next to each other, one naked in an entirely asexual way, the other in some (?) degree of undress, an entirely natural feeling washes over her. As if this were acceptable and normal and they should dance under the moon every night and dream Ascended dreams of their maker. Wessex reaches out to touch Amun, making sure he’s there, before drifting off - heedless of the rising sun.
[Fin]
Do not drink.
[say] “But I hope you drink soon too.”[/say] Addled as she may be, she hasn’t lost so much tough as to realize the others need certain things.
When the two of them lie next to each other, one naked in an entirely asexual way, the other in some (?) degree of undress, an entirely natural feeling washes over her. As if this were acceptable and normal and they should dance under the moon every night and dream Ascended dreams of their maker. Wessex reaches out to touch Amun, making sure he’s there, before drifting off - heedless of the rising sun.
[Fin]
