Frey lets Sunjata burn.
Wrapping their arms around him, they hold him close as he pants and swears and shifts like some holographic anamorphs cover art. He is every creature under the sun even as he dissolves and becomes less, only to become more.
How much time passes is not worth pinning down, but when Frey releases the Flood he'll find there is more stubble on his cheeks than before. "Told you." Frey remarks crisply, before handing the Flood another cigarette. Sometimes getting what you wanted hurt. Sometimes good things came with strings, and sometimes they just came with a shit ton of pain. Either way, Sunjata would find that although the majority of his tattoos were irritated and red, Safrin's marks had been thoroughly cleansed from his skin, his bones, and his soul.
Bye bitch.
"Now off you fuck. Eventually you'll have to go to Stormbreak to check in if only so that you can say that you did, but for now you still have a quest to work on, mmm?" Leaning forward, the god presses their lips against Sunjata's. The kiss is deep and luxurious, but for all the god and the Flood have been through, this feels almost as common as had the god simply been straightening the man's collar.
Wrapping their arms around him, they hold him close as he pants and swears and shifts like some holographic anamorphs cover art. He is every creature under the sun even as he dissolves and becomes less, only to become more.
How much time passes is not worth pinning down, but when Frey releases the Flood he'll find there is more stubble on his cheeks than before. "Told you." Frey remarks crisply, before handing the Flood another cigarette. Sometimes getting what you wanted hurt. Sometimes good things came with strings, and sometimes they just came with a shit ton of pain. Either way, Sunjata would find that although the majority of his tattoos were irritated and red, Safrin's marks had been thoroughly cleansed from his skin, his bones, and his soul.
Bye bitch.
"Now off you fuck. Eventually you'll have to go to Stormbreak to check in if only so that you can say that you did, but for now you still have a quest to work on, mmm?" Leaning forward, the god presses their lips against Sunjata's. The kiss is deep and luxurious, but for all the god and the Flood have been through, this feels almost as common as had the god simply been straightening the man's collar.
