We're riding 'round this carousel, getting dizzy 'til we're sick
There’s little more than the sound of shuffling papers in the Atheneum at this time of day. An overcast, snowy adventure outside, little to no wind, absolutely no sun in sight – letting the snow pile up and up and up on the windows and the walkways while people do their best to shovel it out of the main trails people take. It’s part of the reason he’s holed himself up here, taking a break from the cold and the snow, a hot cup of cocoa on the little desk he’s sequestered to himself, flipping through the pages of a few books he’d pulled out.
It's partially a mixture of lore, of learning more about Frey and Rae, as well as some little history texts of Caido as a whole – trying to see if it’s even somewhat reasonable the idea he has. Despite the heavy topics, he’s fluid and at ease, comfortable with the jacket around his shoulders and head propped up on his right hand as his left makes notes in a scrap of paper he’d brought with. Nate being back has made it easier for the Flood to focus on other things again, instead of being in a point of constant waiting for the moment his husband opened his eyes.
He knows Nate went to go see the Voice on this day, and though he’s unsure how long the conversation would take, Sunjata’s left a note; Went for a walk, might stop by the Atheneum, home soon. Just in case he wanted to join him.
It's partially a mixture of lore, of learning more about Frey and Rae, as well as some little history texts of Caido as a whole – trying to see if it’s even somewhat reasonable the idea he has. Despite the heavy topics, he’s fluid and at ease, comfortable with the jacket around his shoulders and head propped up on his right hand as his left makes notes in a scrap of paper he’d brought with. Nate being back has made it easier for the Flood to focus on other things again, instead of being in a point of constant waiting for the moment his husband opened his eyes.
He knows Nate went to go see the Voice on this day, and though he’s unsure how long the conversation would take, Sunjata’s left a note; Went for a walk, might stop by the Atheneum, home soon. Just in case he wanted to join him.
the flood
Love is like a circle, there's no easy way to end
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.
