Finn?
Finn can only hum out a sigh at Jata's thanks, at the way his hand comes to clasp over the top of his own as it splays against the constellation tattoo. He lounges across the other man's chest, listening keenly but at the same time feeling thoroughly distracted by the pulse of the Flood's heartbeat, the way his chest rises and falls beneath his fingers. "A deal?" he repeats, leaning in to brush his lips across Sunjata's knuckles. "Isn't your husband..." He frowns, as if steeling himself to the words. "I mean to say, would Safrin truly help an Ascended? It does not seem like the old gods."
To hear that Sunjata is marked by the goddess, though - that has no caveats, no time limits, and honestly? Finn feels pain for the Flood, to be in his situation. "And so I suppose as long as you stand with Torchline, we would all fight for her too, should the time come," he muses, though the question remains open for the other man to object if he's wrong.
To hear that Sunjata is marked by the goddess, though - that has no caveats, no time limits, and honestly? Finn feels pain for the Flood, to be in his situation. "And so I suppose as long as you stand with Torchline, we would all fight for her too, should the time come," he muses, though the question remains open for the other man to object if he's wrong.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
