// the killer in me is the killer in you, my love, i send this smile over to you
disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here //
disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here //
He’s still not quite allowed to go to Stormbreak, but at least he’s not as hungover as he originally thought he would be, given the days of drinking after. He looks like a mess, but what else is new? Dark bags under his eyes, a backpack on his back that he’d carried on the back of his Pegasus shift to get here – imagining he didn’t want to overheat as a black scaled dragon.
The sand moves under his feet, reminds him of the beach but in all the worst, blistering ways. He can feel the heat through his boots and he squints against the sun as he draws a hood up – trying not to get sunburned, gods knew it was the last thing he needed among the rest of the ways his life was falling apart. His eyes are storm clouds that scan the dunes in search of where they are to go, nose wrinkling against the scent of the pools that surround this area, and he realizes it’s no wonder the deity needed some good, actual water.
He would too if he were trapped down here. He waves a hand, summoning a small bubble of water that he sips from, before vanishing it away a second later and begins the trek toward where the deity is holed out, doing his best to follow the signs.
The sand moves under his feet, reminds him of the beach but in all the worst, blistering ways. He can feel the heat through his boots and he squints against the sun as he draws a hood up – trying not to get sunburned, gods knew it was the last thing he needed among the rest of the ways his life was falling apart. His eyes are storm clouds that scan the dunes in search of where they are to go, nose wrinkling against the scent of the pools that surround this area, and he realizes it’s no wonder the deity needed some good, actual water.
He would too if he were trapped down here. He waves a hand, summoning a small bubble of water that he sips from, before vanishing it away a second later and begins the trek toward where the deity is holed out, doing his best to follow the signs.
to wither in denial, the bitterness of one who's left alone
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
