temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
Relief already begins to spread through the Flood’s shoulders as the other two demigods relax under the weight of no longer being the herald’s chosen, and gladly he lifts his glass to clink against Ronin’s and Remi’s in a silent agreement. “It was the best decision I ever made. Even if she tried to kill me.” He admits with a soft huff, until he winces a little toward Ronin and his smile twists a bit more lopsided. “Thanks for uh, bringing me off the brink that day.” Hanging on by a literal thread, without Ronin’s intervention, he would have died that day.
Taking a generous sip of the whiskey, he hums contently as it burns the back of his throat, focusing on the gifts as Remi describes what they are. The liquor is always appreciated, but when it came to the letter, he plucks it from the table with his dominant hand, the glint of Nate’s ring still shining amongst it in the low, heady light of the bar. “Ru is nothing if not resilient. I’m sure that even if it hurts, it’ll bring more relief at the end of the day.” Lips quirking into a soft smile at the mention of the Valkyrie, he slips the letter into the inside of his shirt, into a pocket there so he knows he won’t forget it.
But it brings another memory to light, and he blinks a few times before his steel gaze lifts to Remi’s face, his smile faltering into a shell of a thing. “Ascended made it to Morts Halls, right? I saw Rexanna last Festival of Lights. Do you… know if the Voice’s demigods made it too?” Did Nate make it?
He’s assumed but never wanted to ask, and yet a part of him wonders if the confirmation will help that occasional yawning pit in his gut.
Taking a generous sip of the whiskey, he hums contently as it burns the back of his throat, focusing on the gifts as Remi describes what they are. The liquor is always appreciated, but when it came to the letter, he plucks it from the table with his dominant hand, the glint of Nate’s ring still shining amongst it in the low, heady light of the bar. “Ru is nothing if not resilient. I’m sure that even if it hurts, it’ll bring more relief at the end of the day.” Lips quirking into a soft smile at the mention of the Valkyrie, he slips the letter into the inside of his shirt, into a pocket there so he knows he won’t forget it.
But it brings another memory to light, and he blinks a few times before his steel gaze lifts to Remi’s face, his smile faltering into a shell of a thing. “Ascended made it to Morts Halls, right? I saw Rexanna last Festival of Lights. Do you… know if the Voice’s demigods made it too?” Did Nate make it?
He’s assumed but never wanted to ask, and yet a part of him wonders if the confirmation will help that occasional yawning pit in his gut.
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
