sleep don't visit, so i choke on sun // and the days blur into one
Of that, they’re in agreement. Books were one of the better choices – far more useful than the typical hoards dragons held of gold and treasure. That’s not to say he doesn’t have any trinkets lying around – he does, but none that seemed to outweigh the number of books in his collection. As for what types? History, mostly. A lot of them I got before the war. When he’d been trying to find a way to stop it. But that time has passed, and he still holds onto those books like it might have been able to change something about the world. Or maybe, he’s simply clinging to the past.
Talk of Safrin, however, has the dragon humming an agreement through the bond as Sohalia’s question reverberates down the bond toward him. Mm, can’t say that I do. He admits, not wanting to potentially ruin the thoughts his newfound friend might have for the gods, but perhaps it might save her some heartbreak later on. I find her manipulative and cruel. Stark contrasts to the easy going words many shared of the beautiful starry goddess, and Sunjata remembers himself a split second after sharing that tidbit.
He starts to lower himself from the height, seeking out the fields of Mourn to land in, if only so that he doesn’t need to barrage her with his emotions through the attuned bond while they speak. Hopefully she won’t mind. I was her Dagger for a few years. A blade to be wielded however she saw fit, and she promptly struck it through his heart time and time again. But the fact that he stands here now as Frey’s demigod, seems to highly suggest a change in loyalties. Things were good at first, until I let her get too close.
Talk of Safrin, however, has the dragon humming an agreement through the bond as Sohalia’s question reverberates down the bond toward him. Mm, can’t say that I do. He admits, not wanting to potentially ruin the thoughts his newfound friend might have for the gods, but perhaps it might save her some heartbreak later on. I find her manipulative and cruel. Stark contrasts to the easy going words many shared of the beautiful starry goddess, and Sunjata remembers himself a split second after sharing that tidbit.
He starts to lower himself from the height, seeking out the fields of Mourn to land in, if only so that he doesn’t need to barrage her with his emotions through the attuned bond while they speak. Hopefully she won’t mind. I was her Dagger for a few years. A blade to be wielded however she saw fit, and she promptly struck it through his heart time and time again. But the fact that he stands here now as Frey’s demigod, seems to highly suggest a change in loyalties. Things were good at first, until I let her get too close.
and the backs of my eyes hum with things i've never done
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.
