// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
It might serve him in the future, that’s for sure. Especially if the more he sees it the less harsh his reactions are. A walking detector, one he can tell himself how to brace for. A true Frey phase of evolving, utilizing the changes for survival rather than the alternative of letting it drown him instead.
So he listens as he takes the pomegranate seed, to the incredibly valid points that his god brings up, swallowing hard against the truths that reach him in such a way that makes it make more sense rather than the tangled web his mind had flung them into. “I should keep it.” He decides steadily, unwavering with the idea. It was better to be a detector for everyone else than it was to be selfish and simply rid it because he couldn’t handle it. It wasn’t fair.
As for severing the Family’s bond to it, the Flood nods, realizing it’s exactly what he’s done before. Collected the blood of every race in order to make it. Another point that meant he should have known it wouldn’t have dulled their abilities before he even agreed to step foot in the fucking place to get infected in the first time. And, with the realization, comes the understanding that it would be tough as hell to get blood from them.
Sighing and nodding, he puts the thought away for later, ensuring he remembers it this time.
So now, what he wants, is to distract himself from the gaping hole it’s opened up in him, and he presses more into Frey’s side and the ghosting touches down his scarred and tattooed skin. “Distraction. Please.” He admits — the kind that only Frey could do. The one that came with such undeniable, godly bliss, he’d wonder why he’d prayed so stressed out in the first place.
So he listens as he takes the pomegranate seed, to the incredibly valid points that his god brings up, swallowing hard against the truths that reach him in such a way that makes it make more sense rather than the tangled web his mind had flung them into. “I should keep it.” He decides steadily, unwavering with the idea. It was better to be a detector for everyone else than it was to be selfish and simply rid it because he couldn’t handle it. It wasn’t fair.
As for severing the Family’s bond to it, the Flood nods, realizing it’s exactly what he’s done before. Collected the blood of every race in order to make it. Another point that meant he should have known it wouldn’t have dulled their abilities before he even agreed to step foot in the fucking place to get infected in the first time. And, with the realization, comes the understanding that it would be tough as hell to get blood from them.
Sighing and nodding, he puts the thought away for later, ensuring he remembers it this time.
So now, what he wants, is to distract himself from the gaping hole it’s opened up in him, and he presses more into Frey’s side and the ghosting touches down his scarred and tattooed skin. “Distraction. Please.” He admits — the kind that only Frey could do. The one that came with such undeniable, godly bliss, he’d wonder why he’d prayed so stressed out in the first place.
SUNJATA
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.
