// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
Satisfaction thrums in the Flood’s bones as Jack makes his mumbled confirmation. It wasn’t much of a ground rule, given the common sense of it, but he’s still happy to know that there wouldn’t be any problems there. So, he continues to guide Jack down the well worn road toward the House of Midnight – a few distinctive signs for any off shoots toward farms or cemeteries dotting their way.
“Ugh, I know. But sometimes a little mix of it is nice.” Something to shake up the calm here and there. Even if it wasn’t anything overt.
Ah, but then the House of Midnight looms in the distance and his steps slow as Jack stubs out his cigarette while the Flood rids himself of his own, gesturing with his lightning scarred hand toward the doors that hide a variety of people, music, drinks, and debauchery behind them. “I can think of a few options. They're on the house today.” And he does think of the options he'll pull out, mulling over a variety of darker drinks – between whiskey and rum, depending on Jack’s preferences. Ones he’s happy to show the Captain until he decides which one’s his go to.
- FIN
“Ugh, I know. But sometimes a little mix of it is nice.” Something to shake up the calm here and there. Even if it wasn’t anything overt.
Ah, but then the House of Midnight looms in the distance and his steps slow as Jack stubs out his cigarette while the Flood rids himself of his own, gesturing with his lightning scarred hand toward the doors that hide a variety of people, music, drinks, and debauchery behind them. “I can think of a few options. They're on the house today.” And he does think of the options he'll pull out, mulling over a variety of darker drinks – between whiskey and rum, depending on Jack’s preferences. Ones he’s happy to show the Captain until he decides which one’s his go to.
- FIN
the flood
// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //
i can save you if you do //
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.
