JUDE
you're like the sun, you wake me up
Ronin is a more familiar name and face than Deimos, but notoriety and legend makes distance into something parasocial. "Do you regret becoming a demigod? I think my father regrets Attuning. He seems really torn up about Safrin these days." And it's why Jude isn't sure he wants to walk that path, even if the connection is looser, the leash easier to slip.
"Maybe I'll go buy something. Support the family business; plants seem to run in it, huh?" He tilts his head toward the infected fern. Jude's grin is an attractive thing when he stops overthinking it, mischief a spark in Phoebe's caramel irises set into his own face. He steps to the end of the shovel's handle to keep the plant as far away as possible, waiting for Remi to step back before he stiffly lowers it and tips it sideways into the container. Using the shovelhead to flip the lid back onto it, he eyes the lopsided plant within and shrugs. "I guess it doesn't need to look pretty so long as it survives."
"Maybe I'll go buy something. Support the family business; plants seem to run in it, huh?" He tilts his head toward the infected fern. Jude's grin is an attractive thing when he stops overthinking it, mischief a spark in Phoebe's caramel irises set into his own face. He steps to the end of the shovel's handle to keep the plant as far away as possible, waiting for Remi to step back before he stiffly lowers it and tips it sideways into the container. Using the shovelhead to flip the lid back onto it, he eyes the lopsided plant within and shrugs. "I guess it doesn't need to look pretty so long as it survives."
but you drain me out if I get too much
