when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
She wrinkles her nose, and it’s something compared to the quiet stone she’s slowly becoming. And he can’t help but to watch her as she forces herself to smile, and he swallows hard against it. There’s some light to her eyes, but not enough. Like the shadows that haunt his own, so too have hers become darker. But she tells him she loves him too, and he manages to exhale a quiet sigh, arms wrapping tighter around her to keep her close to his chest, skin on skin.
Her arms find their space around his neck, leaning in and she buries her face there, breathes him in and all he can do is listen to the silence, the distant crash of waves upon rocks far below them, brushing his cheek against her neck and shoulder as he keeps her close. Her voice is muffled, but like usual, he can hear it. The earring in his ear picking up the softer sounds, the softer whispers that would otherwise be left unheard, confused, muddled.
And well, what does happen now?
He’s staying in Torchline, she’s returning to Halo for the Academy… It’ll be like it was before, right? When she was gone time and time again to train and learn and he kept his distance because of Zariah and because his hatred for the cold part of their world was too high. A muscle clenches in his jaw, and he nuzzles his head against her shoulder a bit more as he considers it. “Well, when are you going to Halo?” He asks, tentatively at first. “I’ll… Be there in a few weeks to work out the bar situation.” His voice is rough and quiet, raw yet strong.
“Other than that I’ll be here.” A quiet response, that he wasn’t planning on leaving the warmth of Torchline for the cold just yet.
Her arms find their space around his neck, leaning in and she buries her face there, breathes him in and all he can do is listen to the silence, the distant crash of waves upon rocks far below them, brushing his cheek against her neck and shoulder as he keeps her close. Her voice is muffled, but like usual, he can hear it. The earring in his ear picking up the softer sounds, the softer whispers that would otherwise be left unheard, confused, muddled.
And well, what does happen now?
He’s staying in Torchline, she’s returning to Halo for the Academy… It’ll be like it was before, right? When she was gone time and time again to train and learn and he kept his distance because of Zariah and because his hatred for the cold part of their world was too high. A muscle clenches in his jaw, and he nuzzles his head against her shoulder a bit more as he considers it. “Well, when are you going to Halo?” He asks, tentatively at first. “I’ll… Be there in a few weeks to work out the bar situation.” His voice is rough and quiet, raw yet strong.
“Other than that I’ll be here.” A quiet response, that he wasn’t planning on leaving the warmth of Torchline for the cold just yet.
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.
