i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
There is such stark difference between offering his heart up on a platter to Frey versus Safrin, one that is intimately made aware when the sensual sound of their voice says nothing much. So he watches, awaiting the answer before their scarred hand touches his chest and seems to go through it. His body feels tingly, a weightlessness overcoming him for a moment as he gasps a little sound.
He finally feels like he can control his arms again a second later, when the ball of light is offered out and he takes it, preparing to do exactly what Frey asks of him. But there’s a small amount of hesitation there, not wishing to interrupt the explanation. And gods, if only he’d had something like this before, perhaps things might have ended up differently for the Flood.
But, you live and you learn, and with it the Flood takes a deep breath, leaning in to start to sign his name in his regal handwriting (a meticulous craft he’d learned in Korofi). “Like that?” He asks softly, lifting his steel gaze to search Frey’s face, seeing the bits and pieces of each and every person he’d loved as he settles back on his heels after writing his name.
He finally feels like he can control his arms again a second later, when the ball of light is offered out and he takes it, preparing to do exactly what Frey asks of him. But there’s a small amount of hesitation there, not wishing to interrupt the explanation. And gods, if only he’d had something like this before, perhaps things might have ended up differently for the Flood.
But, you live and you learn, and with it the Flood takes a deep breath, leaning in to start to sign his name in his regal handwriting (a meticulous craft he’d learned in Korofi). “Like that?” He asks softly, lifting his steel gaze to search Frey’s face, seeing the bits and pieces of each and every person he’d loved as he settles back on his heels after writing his name.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
