Feb 12, 2019
ok i know we gave the cast a lot of shit for suspecting that chair but do y’all remember how much they scrutinized that fuckin’ box of ashes from senokir?? it’s just the way they are, dudes.
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ok i know we gave the cast a lot of shit for suspecting that chair but do y’all remember how much they scrutinized that fuckin’ box of ashes from senokir?? it’s just the way they are, dudes.
My take on Senokir and his wife Zaafin. I made myself sad wondering how happy they must have been.
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“Good evening, Zaafin.”
She looks up at the sound of his voice, her smile illuminating the darkening night. “Senokir! It has been quite a while.”
“Indeed. I apologise for my delay in returning.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I know you are beholden to someone else’s whims, it cannot be easy to plan these things.”
“I, ah…” And here, strangely, he feels hesitant.
“Senokir, what is it?”
“I am - that is to say, I am not beholden. To anyone.”
Her frown dissipates, eyes widening. “You - what?”
“I am a free denizen of the City of Brass, beholden to no-one. Except you.” He offers a smile. “If you will allow it, of course.”