we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
He doesn’t have to go and grab a disguise – sure that even if he had it wouldn’t work. So for now, the Flood traverses the streets – having stopped while Tal ran his errand to grab a quick bite for himself and Petronella, who prowls alongside him while the crowd gives a somewhat wide berth (though he can never tell whether it’s because of the scars or who he is). Regardless, Mother Molly’s appears before him soon enough, and someone standing and waiting outside of it captures his attention.
Of course, he knows it’s Tal, but after having just seen the Wild Thunder not that long ago, the Flood huffs a laugh in greeting. “Hey Sah.” Comes the gentle tease, giving Tal little time to decide whether or not he wished to continue the adventure inside the brothel, offering the courier a sly cheshire grin (one that purely showcased a glimpse into the reason he was the demigod he was).
Inside is just as dark and heady as the House of Midnight, but it screams Old, and there’s nothing but a note of surprise that hushes the entrance of the joint when his large frame steps in. The Madame isn’t at the front of the building, but the worker that is can’t help the wide grin that crosses her face at the sight of Sunjata, as if beyond excited that the sex-Frey demigod had decided to grace them with his appearance.
Sunjata flashes her the very same charming grin, rumbles a quiet “hey” before gesturing toward Tal to approach first. “He was here first.” Putting the Messenger on the spot out of pure curiosity of just how the younger man would navigate this particular thing.
Of course, he knows it’s Tal, but after having just seen the Wild Thunder not that long ago, the Flood huffs a laugh in greeting. “Hey Sah.” Comes the gentle tease, giving Tal little time to decide whether or not he wished to continue the adventure inside the brothel, offering the courier a sly cheshire grin (one that purely showcased a glimpse into the reason he was the demigod he was).
Inside is just as dark and heady as the House of Midnight, but it screams Old, and there’s nothing but a note of surprise that hushes the entrance of the joint when his large frame steps in. The Madame isn’t at the front of the building, but the worker that is can’t help the wide grin that crosses her face at the sight of Sunjata, as if beyond excited that the sex-Frey demigod had decided to grace them with his appearance.
Sunjata flashes her the very same charming grin, rumbles a quiet “hey” before gesturing toward Tal to approach first. “He was here first.” Putting the Messenger on the spot out of pure curiosity of just how the younger man would navigate this particular thing.
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
