better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
He’s hoarded quite a few things over time, mostly things he kept hidden under his bed — books and trinkets and the like, but before the war he had been a hoarder of people too. He’d let his draconic protectiveness impart a lot of his brash and impulsive decisions with Nate, protective over Kamaria when she was there. And now, he supposes relationships are another that he tries to hoard, only because of how few and far between they were.
He doesn’t actually intend for it to come off so sincere, noticing the second that the surprise comes into her eyes, the way his arms tighten around her slightly as if realizing it, and uncharacteristically for him, he flushes a shade darker than the warmth of the springs has already made him. But he latches onto the question he gives her.
His smile shifts to becoming lopsided, head tilting slightly as he nods his understanding. “That makes sense.” He could see her with one, perfectly at home and comfortable. “Ugh, it’s going to ruin the facade I have going on.” He drawls, head angling up as he breaks eye contact, staring toward the sky as he heaves a very dramatic sigh.
“Books, mostly. But I keep a lot of different trinkets I had originally planned to attach to things but they just stay there.” He shrugs as he looks back down toward her with a snort. “Your turn.”
He doesn’t actually intend for it to come off so sincere, noticing the second that the surprise comes into her eyes, the way his arms tighten around her slightly as if realizing it, and uncharacteristically for him, he flushes a shade darker than the warmth of the springs has already made him. But he latches onto the question he gives her.
His smile shifts to becoming lopsided, head tilting slightly as he nods his understanding. “That makes sense.” He could see her with one, perfectly at home and comfortable. “Ugh, it’s going to ruin the facade I have going on.” He drawls, head angling up as he breaks eye contact, staring toward the sky as he heaves a very dramatic sigh.
“Books, mostly. But I keep a lot of different trinkets I had originally planned to attach to things but they just stay there.” He shrugs as he looks back down toward her with a snort. “Your turn.”
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.
