I'm about to cause a damn ruckus
He can’t make out the form of them, and that’s perhaps far better than what he was anticipating. It’s a balm that he leans into easily, like a flower just offered the first touch of rain after a drought. Though, Frey has always been like that for him — an uncomplicated comfort despite everything that’s happened to him.
It helps that he doesn’t fear them as he had Safrin, careful to pick his words. In this, he can speak freely and receive the praise for it, one that he metaphorically and literally preens at with the feathers that sprout along his neck, rising gently.
A huff of a laugh leaves him as his deity speaks, a knowing nod of his head offered. “I utilized it well.” He comments offhandedly, quieting to listen to the rest of the question. He thinks of Isla and recalls her wanting to change to the Ancient, and finds that it matters little with the Ascended this time around as it otherwise might have. That, and it separates it out more than a place he might try and combine as a space with his late husband. “Hmm, more broad perhaps?” Benefit all while within and all of that.
And besides, it isn’t like it’d be a surprise. It’s a brothel, after all. “What did you have in mind?” He asks, angling his blindfolded head up to where he can hear their voice, doing his best to pinpoint to give his full undivided attention.
It helps that he doesn’t fear them as he had Safrin, careful to pick his words. In this, he can speak freely and receive the praise for it, one that he metaphorically and literally preens at with the feathers that sprout along his neck, rising gently.
A huff of a laugh leaves him as his deity speaks, a knowing nod of his head offered. “I utilized it well.” He comments offhandedly, quieting to listen to the rest of the question. He thinks of Isla and recalls her wanting to change to the Ancient, and finds that it matters little with the Ascended this time around as it otherwise might have. That, and it separates it out more than a place he might try and combine as a space with his late husband. “Hmm, more broad perhaps?” Benefit all while within and all of that.
And besides, it isn’t like it’d be a surprise. It’s a brothel, after all. “What did you have in mind?” He asks, angling his blindfolded head up to where he can hear their voice, doing his best to pinpoint to give his full undivided attention.
the flood
How you bleed when you bleed nothing?
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.
