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𓃩 ("cosmically impossible to fix") ([personal profile] redsoil) wrote in [community profile] synflux 2024-09-15 02:14 pm (UTC)

[ The tug of power on his mask catches him, and he feels the dark animal head begin to slide off his face — red hair spilling out below the pale veil that covers his neck. His hands pop up immediately to take hold of it, his mouth opening in a bright, genuine laugh.

Unbothered, because this just adds to the fun! ]


Naughty! Of course it could suffice, but —

[ He speaks breathlessly, and then begins to turn on his heel as if he can play tug-of-war against the power that's seized his mask. Only, he doesn't just try to run; grain by grain, the mask begins to turn to sand, falling in glittering heaps and piles as his entire form melts into a small set of dunes. And begins to slither away from Aodh, strange in its obviously organic animation. ]

That means we would be done so soon and I want to get my worth out of you, [ Set's voice echoes teasingly, playfully, unspoken by a mouth but just as articulate as if it were. NYOOM HE'S OFF FOR THE RACES ]

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