The smell of tobacco, sweet and heavy, fills the air. With only one Frey remaining now, the iteration of them stretched out on the rocks, they hold a hand toward the Flood in which their fingers are holding two cigarettes. "Good, mmm?" They purr; whether they mean the sex or the smoke isn't clear.
'You and I could do big things together, you know.' They drawl, pulling their hand back once Sunjata has taken the offering and taking a long drag. "Very big things." So saying they raise an eyebrow at him, giving his naked body a lazy look, before closing their eyes and basking in the sun.
"All of this...ascended nonsense...this war..." Their shoulders shrug. "It isn't really your thing, much as Safrin wants it to be." Raising their head, they crack one eye open. "Or am I wrong about that?"
'You and I could do big things together, you know.' They drawl, pulling their hand back once Sunjata has taken the offering and taking a long drag. "Very big things." So saying they raise an eyebrow at him, giving his naked body a lazy look, before closing their eyes and basking in the sun.
"All of this...ascended nonsense...this war..." Their shoulders shrug. "It isn't really your thing, much as Safrin wants it to be." Raising their head, they crack one eye open. "Or am I wrong about that?"
