Finn?
"Wine. It goes down slow." A flick of the wrist and Finn's glass is refilled with rich red, and a tumbler of amber soaked ice is pressed between Sunjata's fingers. "Didn't think this was your sort of place, if you don't mind my saying so," he remarks, letting his eyes linger on the points of fangs that punctuate the Flood's smile. Truthfully it reminds Finn of Ascended, and despite his guise the twist in his stomach has his lips ghosting across the wine glass without drinking.
But of course, an Attuned's partial shift can be similar in look, and the cause of the marks that silver Sunjata's neck is well known in these parts. And so Finn retreats again in to his mind, and he holds out his glass to clink against the Flood's. "Thomas," he purrs out a greeting, though his smile is much friendlier now that the snare has been set. "But you can call me whatever you like."
But of course, an Attuned's partial shift can be similar in look, and the cause of the marks that silver Sunjata's neck is well known in these parts. And so Finn retreats again in to his mind, and he holds out his glass to clink against the Flood's. "Thomas," he purrs out a greeting, though his smile is much friendlier now that the snare has been set. "But you can call me whatever you like."
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
