// and i love vermont, but it's the season of the sticks and i
saw your mom, she forgot that i existed //
saw your mom, she forgot that i existed //
Encouragement is all that the Flood finds he needs – while also subconsciously feeling as though he’s lived up to his namesake in a traditional sense. The hydra focuses on of its heads on his deity, meeting their gaze head on – noticing one eye is grey while the other is the stark vibrant blue of Nate’s – and feels a heartbreaking sentimentality bloom in the wake of the words Frey says. All this time he’s been working on himself, trying to better himself, trying to be who he wanted to be.
And here he is, like another figurative rebirth. Gone is the pain and the worry, the feeling of atonement. In its place sits pride, understanding, comfort. So much so that he draws closer to Frey, shifting into his own scaled snake to wind around their broad shoulders, boldly. Thank you, Frey... Thank you. His accented voice rumbles through the bond toward them, embracing with it every sense of pride and wonder, happiness so strong it’s like a stream of sunlight through the otherwise dull Torchline weather.
I can certainly do that. He hums as the quest requirements are said, as all the wonder starts to meld into himself, as he starts to feel free of his past for the first time… Well, ever. It tempers him, a comfort that he hadn't known he'd needed until it was here. Like getting a rotting piece cut out and feeling infinitely better for it.
And here he is, like another figurative rebirth. Gone is the pain and the worry, the feeling of atonement. In its place sits pride, understanding, comfort. So much so that he draws closer to Frey, shifting into his own scaled snake to wind around their broad shoulders, boldly. Thank you, Frey... Thank you. His accented voice rumbles through the bond toward them, embracing with it every sense of pride and wonder, happiness so strong it’s like a stream of sunlight through the otherwise dull Torchline weather.
I can certainly do that. He hums as the quest requirements are said, as all the wonder starts to meld into himself, as he starts to feel free of his past for the first time… Well, ever. It tempers him, a comfort that he hadn't known he'd needed until it was here. Like getting a rotting piece cut out and feeling infinitely better for it.
the flood
// and it's half my fault, but i just like to play the victim //
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.
