// placing a smile at the perfect event //
At the request of the hot water, the Flood turns slightly toward her, sparking more of that water magic in his veins and changing the temperature to heat it up and fill her bucket with some fresh, clean, hot water before they settle back in to scrub at their respective walls. At least his section is finally starting to look like a wall again – enough that he can see the damp wallpaper beneath it that he’s sure will dry without a problem (he hopes).
“That’s true.” He comments quietly about the fact that it wasn’t really anyone’s fault for Ru’s hyperfixations, but he can’t hide the slow exhale from his nose as if cementing the fact that it wasn’t him, and at least he could manage the loneliness with the occasional client that books him at the House.
Hearing Flora talk about channeling and Melita is a good distraction, though, snorting slightly until she mentions she took a nap on top of the ocean and his head whips toward her with shock and surprise. “Well, at least she’s got that water walking ability.” He sighs, glad that his niece hadn’t just fucking drowned. “I’ll check in with her and be an annoying uncle about it. Thanks.” He says with a warm, accented laugh, rolling his eyes playfully before the conversation grows more playful before horribly serious.
She scrubs at the wall like it might have offended her and she’s trying to wipe the stain away as he offers what unfortunately little information about Jack he knows. And when he turns the question back onto her, he’s silent – listening to the story in a way that almost seems reminiscent of his own mistakes made in his youth. Not that he’s free of them now, of course, but he makes far less these days than he had before she was born.
At the mention of the telepathy, though, he nods understandingly, washing the wall before he turns to step over toward her – helping her with the wall in little jets of water while his other hand wraps around her shoulders to pull her into his chest for a hug that it seems like she really needs. He knows it isn’t as good as one from her mother, but she hopes his extension might help a little more than having nothing. “Maybe that’s for the best, though? You deserve happiness. And.. Y’know, if you’re getting more pain than you are pleasure, it’s not really worth it.” His nose wrinkles as he flashes her a small lopsided smile. “Take it from someone who’s really fucking good at punishing himself; No matter what shitty thing you’ve done in the past, it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be happy. Chase after it until you have it and don’t settle for less, yeah?”
“That’s true.” He comments quietly about the fact that it wasn’t really anyone’s fault for Ru’s hyperfixations, but he can’t hide the slow exhale from his nose as if cementing the fact that it wasn’t him, and at least he could manage the loneliness with the occasional client that books him at the House.
Hearing Flora talk about channeling and Melita is a good distraction, though, snorting slightly until she mentions she took a nap on top of the ocean and his head whips toward her with shock and surprise. “Well, at least she’s got that water walking ability.” He sighs, glad that his niece hadn’t just fucking drowned. “I’ll check in with her and be an annoying uncle about it. Thanks.” He says with a warm, accented laugh, rolling his eyes playfully before the conversation grows more playful before horribly serious.
She scrubs at the wall like it might have offended her and she’s trying to wipe the stain away as he offers what unfortunately little information about Jack he knows. And when he turns the question back onto her, he’s silent – listening to the story in a way that almost seems reminiscent of his own mistakes made in his youth. Not that he’s free of them now, of course, but he makes far less these days than he had before she was born.
At the mention of the telepathy, though, he nods understandingly, washing the wall before he turns to step over toward her – helping her with the wall in little jets of water while his other hand wraps around her shoulders to pull her into his chest for a hug that it seems like she really needs. He knows it isn’t as good as one from her mother, but she hopes his extension might help a little more than having nothing. “Maybe that’s for the best, though? You deserve happiness. And.. Y’know, if you’re getting more pain than you are pleasure, it’s not really worth it.” His nose wrinkles as he flashes her a small lopsided smile. “Take it from someone who’s really fucking good at punishing himself; No matter what shitty thing you’ve done in the past, it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be happy. Chase after it until you have it and don’t settle for less, yeah?”
Sunjata
// gracing your skin with the side of my hand //
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.
