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feast your eyes on this - Melita - 01-26-2026
If Melita was at all nervous about this dinner party, she did her best not to show it – both Sunjata and Iskra been receptive to the idea, and this could be, potentially, just fine. Given how much they had all lost over the years, the mere thought of connections, safe havens, and bonds was its own form of shelter, and trying to extend those branches and brambles was precarious, but worthwhile. Sure, there was the gaping unknown about Ru and the Flood, but uncertainty over that prospective fallout wasn’t going to diminish the possibilities of the present (she’d given the Abandoned fair warning). Still, her chattiness might have been over-compensating for the nerves, babbling on about anything and everything until they made it from skyship to Sunjata ’s designated door at the House of Midnight. [say]“Remind me to tell you about the banshee hunt,”[/say] she threw over shoulder towards Iskra as companions trailed alongside; the aroma of the carried foods drifting up and infusing with her senses, trying not to be distracted by everything altogether. [say]“Gods, I am fucking starving,”[/say] came along a smile, the crab rangoons infused with cream cheese and crab, the various skewers and kebobs, and the grilled chicken with a sweet soy-ginger glaze all concealed underneath the piles of food in her arms were tempting. It’d be easy to just bite into them now.
Instead, she withheld on that impulse, and used her elbow to knock on the door, followed by the loud proclamation of her voice, nothing melodic to add to the nuances. [say]“Hey, we’re here!”[/say] Fangorn and Sila both announced their presences by way of grumbling or trilling, and she winked at Iskra, taking a deep breath. [say]“Ready?”[/say]
RE: feast your eyes on this - Sunjata - 01-26-2026
In all reality, this dinner is partially what’s kept Sunjata mostly sane these days. Especially after everything with Ru, plus the banshee hunt. Sunjata’s moved mostly back into the House of Midnight, getting the chance to make this room in particular whatever he wanted it to be. It isn’t quite like anything Caido has to offer, but it isn’t quite like anything Korofi had either. Instead, it’s a blend of the two – the room itself morphed into something homey and comfortable. It’s the inside of what looks like a home, with dark wood floors and a dining room that harbors a vast window expanse to look over a manufactured scene that looks a bit like King’s End, Torchline, and the ocean views of Korofi combined.
He’s prepped all of his side of things already – trusting the restaurant to do a much better job than himself when it came to the entrees – unsure what kind of meal Iskra and Mel would like, so he’s picked a couple of options. A large tray harbors a smoky and sweet smelling pulled pork, roasted for some time low and slow to make it tender as can be. The next entrée is a pineapple glaze smoked ramphire steaks, brought in and cooked from Torchline, something a little more self indulgent of his time there and the meals he liked specifically. The table within is laden with drinks, from alcoholic drinks to juices and smoothies, water and wine smattered throughout just in case he didn’t have something everyone that was coming would have.
The knock to the door has Petronella darting toward the door – the sea panther skedaddling over toward it with the sound of Melita’s arrival and her companions, more than excited to play with Fangorn and Sila. And it has Sunjata immediately stepping over to open the door – a bright smile lopsided on his face that’s a touch softer but a piss poor attempt to hide how well he hasn’t been sleeping based off the bags of his eyes. “[say]Hey heuningby, hey Iskra.[/say]” He greets them, his accent thickening on the nickname for his niece. Stepping out of the way from the door, his companion tries to usher Melita’s own into the expanse of the space – nice and cool from the heat within but enough to be comfortable. The table is right there, open for them to place everything they’d brought with comfortable seats.
RE: feast your eyes on this - Iskra - 01-27-2026
[say]"Banshee hunt?"[/say] he repeats, a touch bewildered. Any thoughts immediately after are drawn back to focusing on the balancing act of bottles of rum and a platter of artichokes arranged like a forest with various flavors of aioli in dishes blooming between them. Iskra might not be the best cook, but he's got an eye for design, and artichokes he's mostly got down to a science now, plus the aiolis do most of the legwork in flavor and those he gets from the market. Fitted in a change of clothes to handle the heat after leaving Halo, having swapped on the ride over here, Iskra is in nice slack-style, khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt that's sporting an extreme amount of palm trees on its. The top buttons are open, leaving the collar open to the green tank-top he's got on underneath. His flip-flops are unremarkable, but his palm-tree decorated shades seal the look, as does the tiny drink umbrella that's stuffed behind one ear with a bright yellow top.
He's recovered just in time to beam out a smile as Mel announces their arrival, gaze darting to her with a firm nod to her question. [say]"Ready,"[/say] he reassures, and swallows down anything that might be otherwise just before Sunjata's door swings open. Admittedly, packing up for a family dinner at a renowned brothel is a new one for him, as is all of this really, so it's at least comforting that he's met Sunjata a few times now to ease into that aspect of all the other weirdness. Although, this will be the first time that he's come to Sunjata as more than just an acquaintance of Mel's, and there's a certain weight of expectation to not fuck this up that drags on his chest with every breath.
Still, as the Flood greets them, Iskra raises up his handful with an ease that betrays the unrest inside him and grins wider. [say]"Heeeey, Sunjata! Good to see you again, thanks for having us."[/say] He sweeps in behind Mel and the creatures, his own chaos dog left home, knowing that he doesn't need an added level of worry that Goose is bound to deliver. Good thing too, because the dog would surely be shrinking from the panther and liable to steal food off their trays.
There's a familiar strain to Sunjata's features that Iskra clocks as he steps in and sets down his rum and artichokes, but he doesn't let his gaze linger on the dark circles. Instead, he glances around the unique setting of the room, taking it with impressed brows. [say]"I've yet to see these rooms,"[/say] Iskra remarks with a curious tinge, walking up to touch one of the scenic walls gently. [say]"You made these, right?"[/say] he glances Sunjata's way.
RE: feast your eyes on this - Melita - 01-27-2026
[say]“Mhm. Nasty thing,”[/say] she returned with a wink (very tempted to steal the tiny drink umbrella from behind his ear; she wished she’d thought of that), but then the door was open, and there was Sunjata, looking worse than the last time she’d seen him. She tucked a grimace inward, kept it locked behind her teeth and pretended she didn’t notice the bags under his eyes. If she could’ve caught Iskra’s glance she might’ve extended another forewarning, but then her gaze was sweeping over the place, pretenses at the ready until she snapped. [say]“This looks good!”[/say] came out instead, placing the food down to be nestled amongst the other portions, the combination of aromas a grand lure and enticement, and she ignored the rumbling growl of her stomach for a split second. She said nothing of him no longer being in his own home, or the utter lack of Ru’s touches – an obvious hole and absence that made something clench around her ribcage.
Sila and Fangorn immediately bounded off with Petronella, all noises and grumbles and vines strung along to either entice or irritate the sea panther; but enough to keep them occupied. The question the Abandoned loosened was a good one to break over any other murky waters, and her head tilted, knowing the foundations of the answer but not all the intrigue behind it; the only time she’d been here prior was to harass and scare that Thorn guy.
Perusing around the refreshments initially, not unlike a shark, she eventually snagged at a pina colada, and then a crab Rangoon because she couldn’t quite help herself. [say]“Any news?”[/say] came after a sip through the colorful straw, having contained the impulse long enough.
RE: feast your eyes on this - Sunjata - 01-28-2026
Once the door opens and the companions bound through and off toward the corner where Petronella has planned a whole ordeal regarding chasing Fangorn’s bones (a favorite past time of hers), Sunjata imagines the companions will tire themselves out eventually. In the meantime, he smiles toward both Melita and Iskra, closing the door behind them as they slip in. “[say]Good to see you too.[/say]” He hums with a lopsided smile. “[say]You guys are welcome anytime.[/say]” And he means that, feeling especially drawn toward some kind of family connection right now when he feels a lot of emptiness.
But he doesn’t anticipate on talking about that so soon, instead he drifts toward the table where the food and drinks are laid out, snagging a specific drink for himself made with Remi’s upside down waterfall gin — the only thing that could get him drunk anymore. “[say]Thanks, Mel. I figured I’d save you guys my piss poor attempts at cooking.[/say]” He says with a huff of a laugh, pausing to take a sip of his cocktail before answering the question.
“[say]Mm? Oh, yeah. Worked with Frey to make them. They can be whatever you want them to be. You want the top of a treehouse? You got it. Middle of the ocean? Night time?[/say]” The sentiment remains and as he thinks about it, he chooses to prove it to them, reimagining the scene outside the window into one that takes place closer to sunset. The sun shifts on the horizon far faster than it would naturally, until the sky is wrapped in hues of oranges and golds with purple and indigo fingers stretching out. It makes the view that much more stunning and perhaps more devastating for the question that Mel asks.
“[say]Yeah, actually.[/say]” His nose wrinkles and he downs half the cocktail just to numb himself a little toward it. “[say]She’s back.. But I guess she decided to go to the Draig for.. something. Ended up fighting a dragon that then became her companion, I think? It…[/say]” He pauses, puffing out his cheeks in a sigh. “[say]Killed… her. So Frey had her in a pod because of the immortality and I didn’t handle it well.[/say]” He can admit that much, turning away from them to pretend to look busy picking something to snack on. “[say]So.. I.. Called off the engagement and moved back here to figure stuff out.[/say]” So that’s the story, the update, the news.
Welcome to the family, Iskra.
RE: feast your eyes on this - Iskra - 01-29-2026
It doesn't require an interest in crafting to be able to marvel at the incredible walls Sunjata and Frey built. The possibilities are truly endless, and that's something entirely special about this place that loosens an appreciative and low whistle from Iskra as Sunjata explains. [say]"Impressive as hell,"[/say] he murmurs, stepping back to better admire the scene that begins to transform before his very eyes.
He's content to let Mel's question take the stage now, slipping back to the table to make his own pina colada and grab one of the crab rangoons. The news he expected had definitely been the much more casual sort. The question is harmless on the surface, though Mel had filled him in on the ordeal, he didn't think that's what she meant, nor did he expect the bomb Sunjata dropped with as much of a conversational shrug as he could fathom. Killed her is the first startling thing and Iskra's careful bite of the crab rangoon becomes quickly stuffing the entire thing into his mouth. His eyes search out Mel's, wide with disbelief as he chews around a smattering of meat and cream with as much casualness as he can muster (very little).
The news, it does not get better. Called off the engagement comes next just as Iskra's leapt to the lip of his drink cup like it could be a savior. The interruption of expectation nearly sends the sip back out, but the gasp draws it back in, and now the beverage he's rapidly inhaled leaved him coughing and choking into the crook of his arm. Fist thumping his chest as he fights for breath around the strangling burn of liquor going down the wrong way, he does his best to nearly die with as little distraction as possible. Here he thought Ampere made family dinner's exciting, but maybe it's just the family part.
RE: feast your eyes on this - Melita - 02-01-2026
There was a muffled crash from the next room, and then a followed grumble that she chose to ignore for the state of things here; the welcoming grandeur heightened by the Frey aspects of the rooms. She found herself staring out the window, a wistful smile on her face, watching the views and venues alter; the sunset suddenly very clear in its vivid hues. It made her wonder if there could be the crimson peaks and valleys of the Dragon’s Throat laden out amidst the world – just for another moment – with leathery wings above and an oasis sprung between palms and dunes of sand. But then she shifted her gaze from it, took another sip, unaware of the impending aspects.
She’d expected a shrug or tales of Ru not being found, lost into the weary aspects of Caido. The unknown might’ve been a better plunge – as his words poured outward, her head swung back, eyes widening. The Draig. Fought a dragon. Dead.
Then the mishandling. Engagements done.
Her eyes went to Iskra first, though her reaction was more to mouth ‘what the fuck’ before he had his own reaction. It gave her half a second to think, to slink and walk over, pat at his back as he choked, coughed, and sputtered. The Honeybee had been under the impression that the Valkyrie had simply left, without sign or warning, and went on into the abyss – a selfish prowl. Being mauled by a dragon held a different ring to the notes now though, and she uttered one word initially. [say]“Fuck.”[/say] Then her mind coiled at the rest; the silence, the unknown, feeling guilt pool into her stomach but frustration claw at the rest. [say]“I mean, that sucks. But couldn’t she have…I don’t know, given you a note through Remi or something?”[/say] Just as they’d once saved Zavien from his fate in Halo by message – and thereafter she wondered if she was simply making things worse.
Taking the opportunity and plucking the umbrella from behind Iskra’s ear to put behind hers, she went back to staring at her drink; alcohol wasn’t going to be enough to buzz through this though.
RE: feast your eyes on this - Sunjata - 02-02-2026
“[say]Thanks.[/say]” He says in terms of Iskra’s compliment of the room. Settling in for the story, though, he makes his drink as strong as he can despite knowing it’ll only barely give him a buzz at best if he’s lucky, before he descends into the commentary of what otherwise would have been a standard off side comment about how Hotaru still hadn’t been found, lost to the mists and impossible to find.
It isn’t what leaves his lips, though, and an apologetic smile is shot toward Iskra as he seemingly does his best to choke quietly on his drink. Sunjata snags an empty glass and fills it with cool water and hands to him with a small “[say]sorry,[/say]” before he’s listening to Melita’s suggestion, causing him to shrug his tattooed shoulders. “[say]Yeah, I don’t know.[/say]” He sighs, rubbing at his face. “[say]That’s not like.. the biggest thing, though. I gave her my heart, remember?[/say]” Back before he was infected, ensuring that his love wouldn’t stray because of how it had in the past.
He waits for her confirmation and any explanation she might need to give to Iskra in the process, before he takes a seat at the table with the drink and a plate of food that he pokes around with a fork before continuing. “[say]She put it in her pocket dimension to keep it safe, I guess, but it’s dead now. I can’t feel anything.[/say]” His nose wrinkles and he looks up, steel grey eyes flitting between Melita’s and Iskra’s faces. “[say]And since then, it’s like everyone knows. Nobody calls me the Flood anymore, they just call me the Heartless.[/say]”
And honestly? He's not sure how he should feel about that.
RE: feast your eyes on this - Iskra - 02-04-2026
His distraction is perhaps a welcome one, or just a louder one than he gave credit for, as both Mel and Sunjata turn a touch to help attend to the cringe so extreme that death seems a viable exit strategy. If only it were so easy. Unfortunately, the risk is only a melodrama, and he covers swiftly enough with the prickle of a tear in one eye and a fashion statement stolen. He does take the glass of water though with a nod, [say]"thanks."[/say] He sips at it in small doses as Mel chews through the news with a more apt bite size.
Choosing not to play at lamenting a fiancé's demise (in both forms) when he doesn't know either she or Sunjata very well. He instead latches onto the next horrible news that Sunjata doles out, as if the third course of their dinner, serving drama instead of braised meats. He does glance again at Mel, brows begging for clarity as they drive upwards. Giving away a heart sounds plausible enough, in the very metaphorical sense of loving someone.
It becomes clear that's not the way Sunjata meant though, and Iskra now fears he's fumbled his salad fork with his dessert fork. [say]"What the fuck?"[/say] Which, about sums up everything he's just heard rather well, honestly. [say]"That's why everyone's calling you the Heartless now?"[/say] Admittedly, he doesn't brush up on politics and demigod alterations as well as a leader, coworker (read, fellow demigod) or Accepted would, but he'd heard the new name buzzing in the bars, but the tales range from kernels of truth to outlandish mockeries of it. A hand pulls absently at the hairs of his beard. [say]"Kinda ironic that keeping it safe killed it instead,"[/say] Iskra muses, and he can only hope that it was an accident.
He regards Sunjata with a curious tilt, because gods know he has chased feeling nothing, and part of him can't help but wonder how it feels, though he doesn't need it anymore. [say]"I'd say killing your heart is a very good reason for calling off a wedding. Now what, though?"[/say] Last Iskra knew, there was no heart store for Sunjata to shop at, and as ever the gods do not immediately come to his mind.
RE: feast your eyes on this - Melita - 02-04-2026
Discernment in tinier doses seemed to be working for the Honeybee, mind catching up with the parallels and discoveries, ranging from Ru’s death (which he either didn’t seem fazed by, or there was something else brewing underneath) to the ‘heart’ situation. She recalled those particular patterns much earlier on; she hadn’t liked the notion from the start, but her arguments were usually wasted on deaf ears, or the sentiments already completed long before she got to hear of their exploits. Her jaw clenched, and instantly of immediately launching into some tirade, she gathered her plate and placed more of the skewered meat on it – the aroma rich and lively and hoping to suppress the sudden rage filling her.
She didn’t know why she’d thought this dinner would go smoothly; hope and inspiration dwindling down to the bones of her uncle’s ongoing saga. Turning to Iskra, she almost wanted to shrug; the whole thing had been stupid, controlling, and possessive from the start. She almost wasn’t sure who to blame for the parameters. Raising one of the kebabs, she sighed, shaking her head. [say]“Ru had Sunjata’s heart, essentially so he couldn’t have feelings for anyone else.”[/say] Perhaps it’d been a safeguard against the Family, but gods, the notions thereafter left her reeling. She opted to chew on the food instead.
But to hear of the Heartless name springing about because of the current situation, and the demise of said artifact, her cheeks flushed –the walls of frustrations closing in. [say]“It’s fucking dead?”[/say] What in the fuck was the matter with them? Why couldn’t anything ever go smoothly? She sat down at the table, wondering if beating her head into its surface would amount to anything. Instead, she stared down at her plate, then grabbed another round of crab rangoons, as if eating her feelings might be better. [say]“Do you quest for another one or…?” [/say]
RE: feast your eyes on this - Sunjata - 02-04-2026
Nodding to the thanks before he delves into the story, hesitating enough for Mel to fill in the blanks whether or not she thought it was a good idea or not – something in hindsight was not a good idea, but at the time had been a bit of assurance to Hotaru that he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Only, this time it ended without even an attempt of his own intervention. Helpless to prevent the outcome because she hadn’t told him where she was going. She was there one day, gone the next, and the days turned into months with a dead heart.
“[say]Yeah.[/say]” Sunjata says to Iskra’s question, nose wrinkling with the idea of it. It wasn’t what he was expecting the first time he’d heard it, and even still it takes him a few moments to register that people are talking about him, having grown so used to The Flood for so many years prior. Iskra’s comment about the irony, though, does spark a soft laugh to leave him, one that ends in a sigh as he shrugs lightly. “[say]Funny how that works out.[/say]” He mutters before he silences himself by nibbling on his own crab Rangoon.
Each question has the same answer, though – whether to quest for a new one and what to do next, but at least there’s some vindication in the fact him calling off the wedding wasn’t something that he’d overreacted with. He’d been right when he’d said he needed time. “[say]Well, yeah. I think I have to go back to Frey and ask for a new one or to fix this.[/say]” He gestures to himself, before he shakes his head – the dangling feather earrings in his second lobes dances with the movement.
“[say]So anyway, sorry for ruining the mood. That’s the update so far.. How’re you guys doing?[/say]” He asks, clumsily switching subjects now that the bomb is off his chest. He sips from his cocktail as if it might do something for him, lifting his steel gaze from the plate of food to his niece and Iskra.
RE: feast your eyes on this - Iskra - 02-06-2026
Iskra busies himself making his own plate of food, parceling out each arranged dish on his plate, ear cocked to the answers all the while. He pauses to lock eyes with Mel again as she supplements more of the missing pieces, and he nods in turn, the motion of understanding quickly breaking apart into a sad shake of his head at the reality of that truth. [say]"That's...a lot,"[/say] he admits slowly, pulling at the back of his neck with the awkwardness of the state of affairs that Sunjata has found himself in. All for the sake of love. How well he knows that impossibly strong tug.
Chewing on meat as well as thoughts, his attention ping pongs from Mel to Sunjata. Much as he's cringing at how fucked everything is for the Heartless, he's on the edge of his...plate, over what could be next. His mind does not immediately leap to gods, as is the general way of an Abandoned with few connections to them, but it still doesn't land as a surprise when Sunjata admits he expects he'll need to quest with Frey. [say]"What does it...feel like? Is there, do you feel its absence?"[/say] Does he grieve it, the way you do a person, or does it already feel normal, like a pulled tooth that's healed? Is he at risk of forgetting himself if he delays too long like this, the way weeds take over what has been gardened when the flowers are ignored too long? This does not feel like a simple matter, all things considered.
A small laugh breaks free as Sunjata shakes it off like all he's done is tell them a terribly bad ghost story. [say]"No, don't say that,"[/say] he reassures, smile tilting in around a swallowed bite. [say]"This feels like exactly the thing a family dinner should be for. Because who else, if not family, to help you?"[/say] A brow arches up, unsure he could so easily be adding his name to the hat of family here, but he does like Sunjata after all, and being Mel's uncle, Iskra would be sure to assist, however he could manage to. As for how they're doing, he leaves that for Mel to declare, too focused on his meal and assuaging Sunjata's concern.
RE: feast your eyes on this - Melita - 02-06-2026
Melita took to silence in the moments after, grabbing more food, letting the thoughts mull through her mind like sifting water and impulsive fire. She didn’t even know where to direct the impulse and inclination of anger; as if it were drawn right to the very root and heart of the matter. It’d been far easier to believe Ru had wandered off – quietly staking claims in new discoveries and enigmatic plunges – than the truth of the forbearance. Dragons and death and ruined pieces of puzzles twisted and turned; the Valkyrie hadn’t meant to die, and likely hadn’t intended to scorn the emotional organ. Sunjata hadn’t known any of it at all. So what was there to do other than repair what had been lost – at least, starting from the broken barbs. She couldn’t be certain on salvaging anything else.
Her gaze roamed back to Iskra, who seemed to be taking the rest of this quite well, given initial reactions. Maybe it was a relief too, that these semblances hadn’t scarred or scared him off already. This family in particular held a certain level of dramatics that the Honeybee often felt outside of; looking through glass at all the distorted images. Now she was surveying it again close at hand, biting down a well of comments. But she wanted to hear Sunjata’s response, what it meant to have it just…not there at all.
She gave a sigh though, feeling herself beginning to curl inward, drawing her legs into the chair with her so she could rest her elbow across her knees, peek over the rim of the hinges so she could watch them both. Not the emotional expert by any means, she veered towards the upcoming challenges, the building blocks either due to be renewed, or left awry. [say]“Is there something we can…do?”[/say] she finally offered, uncertain and unsure.
Her gaze widened and her cheeks flushed a little at her uncle’s inquiry directed back at them; noting Iskra said nothing, which left her to fill in the nuances. Puffing out her cheeks and pretending to be nibbling at another portion of glazed and honeyed fruit, she downed the rest of her drink and worked up the courage. [say]“Things are good,” [/say]winking at Iskra, granting him a grin, trying to restore order and normalcy by instigating her latest bouts of impending terror. Which still seemed light in comparison to everything they’d just heard; but gods she wasn’t certain she could take much else. She presumed portions were going well on their end; he hadn't said otherwise. [say]“I’m working on some more cannon stuff!”[/say] at which she gestured with hand motions to make it appear as if something was being blown up. [say]“And then there was the recent banshee fight, of course.”[/say]
RE: feast your eyes on this - Sunjata - 02-08-2026
Expecting the conversation to slip past his blunder, there’s some surprise as he munches on his portion of the food on his plate as Iskra asks him what it feels like. He’s silent for a moment, like he’s searching for the right words to answer – something Melita would recognize when he starts to explain. “[say]I.. Yeah. There’s those feelings you have when you love someone, right? Where you’re proud of them or hurt by them because of whatever reason and it’s just… gone?[/say]” His nose wrinkles, his steel gaze flitting to Melita with a small frown. “[say]I can’t feel everything for Nate anymore, even.[/say]” He tacks on a little quieter, which is perhaps the most upsetting part of the whole thing for him.
As for whether or not there’s something they can do, he shrugs a shoulder and takes a sip from his cocktail that does all of hardly anything, finding a small smile blooming in the corners of his lips that he aims at Iskra. “[say]Yeah.. That’s a good point.[/say]” Even if he feels like the vast majority of the time he’s got some bullshit going on that he just dumps on Melita time and time again. “[say]Nothing so far, but when I do get started on the quest I might need some help with that.[/say]” So he might be reaching out the second he has an idea of what’s expected of him.
More than happy to latch onto what’s going on with them, though, its still with exhaustion in his face but a new lease on excitement for what Melita has going on, the wink to Iskra not missed but he doesn’t comment on it. Not yet, at least. “[say]That’s good.[/say]” He starts, latching onto the mention of cannons. “[say]Oh? What’re you doing with them?[/say]” Listening in for her answer, he snorts a little and sighs with the mention of the banshee.
“[say]I was kind of focused on it at the time, but did Jack hit like.. at all?[/say]” He drawls with a slightly amused twist of his lips.