Nocturne Summit Tis a far cry from home for a poor lonely thing

The knowing smile that graces his eyes and splits the others handsome face has his own maw tilting up into a smile. Oh, this should be good then. And if that’s the answer to his question then he knows it has to have some kind of twist. A twist he’s so ungodly ready for. 

So when the other smiles back at him he laughs breathily with an “Oh boy.” that follows. The suspense!

To rule them, of course.

Kyn’s smile becomes a smirk. “Oh?” He hums out in curious questioning. His brows rise a bit and his smirk remains. Of course he was going to rule them. How did he not see that coming?

The other continues the story. Kyn listens respectfully — horribly intrigued in where this might go. The sister gods agree to Kojall’s offer, but some are iffy and Kyn silently hopes there will be conflict — chaos. And then there is. Ipnos, god of the forests, refuses the request. Oh, this is where it gets good-good.

Then Kyn is asked a question. He’s ready for it and he answers quickly. “Disappointed. Maybe pissed.” The Saint hums with a cheeky smirk, but falls silent after, urging the male to continue. He has to see this through. He needs to know what happens. He wants drama!