take it straight to the vein, do what you're afraid to
In truth, the Flood doesn’t feel welcome anywhere but the wilds these days. But if there’s one place that he feels less terrible about his presence being there, it’s Torchline. It’s a place that aside from the memories he’s been trying so hard to both keep away and bring back, it harbors plenty of markets. And that’s the entire reason the demigod’s come this far in the first place.
He recalls the tradition of getting something nice for someone that you don’t like, and for the first time in a while that person is one that he’d spent a surprising amount of time with. There’s a part of him that wonders if things would’ve been different had war not pushed their sides to the brink. After all, Ronin had let him out of the Stormbreak jail when he’d lost the last relic.
He also wonders if that relic would’ve made a difference, if his husband would still be alive because of it.
But he swallows down those thoughts as he searches, greeting those that recognize him from the time he’d ruled this land, and keeping his head down from others. He stops at a specific stall with glassware, but ones that have been etched and designed – a glass blower, he assumes, based off of the furnace in the back that he can see. Already, his interest is piqued.
He recalls the tradition of getting something nice for someone that you don’t like, and for the first time in a while that person is one that he’d spent a surprising amount of time with. There’s a part of him that wonders if things would’ve been different had war not pushed their sides to the brink. After all, Ronin had let him out of the Stormbreak jail when he’d lost the last relic.
He also wonders if that relic would’ve made a difference, if his husband would still be alive because of it.
But he swallows down those thoughts as he searches, greeting those that recognize him from the time he’d ruled this land, and keeping his head down from others. He stops at a specific stall with glassware, but ones that have been etched and designed – a glass blower, he assumes, based off of the furnace in the back that he can see. Already, his interest is piqued.
the flood
don't show them your pain, show them who it made you
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.
