temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
Her appreciation radiates through the bond as he starts to descend, and there’s a slight pulse of equal appreciation for the types of books that she enjoyed. I’m an Outlander, so I wanted to learn the most I could about Caido. He offers, as if it gives a better understanding of why he’d go strictly for history rather than things like geography or crafting and the like. I could be inclined to share a part of my hoard if there’s something you wished to learn. A small offering, before the conversation drifts toward unpleasantries.
It's a smooth landing amongst the flowers in Mourn and he flattens his wings to offer her a chance to slide off his back once she’s gotten her tools back into her bag. It usually works like that. He offers, perhaps a hint unhelpfully, waiting until she’s settled before he shifts back into himself to block out that Attuned bond that much more succinctly. “I was… Optimistic that if I aligned myself close enough to her that I could save the people I cared about.” He pauses, brushing some pollen off of his shirt, before he looks out over the bustling fields of flowers. “But I was married to an Ascended before the war and Safrin loathed him as she did any ascended, let alone one that had captured her follower’s heart. So it became an awkward dance, because I felt like I owed her for attuning me and all the help and healing she’d given me over the years, but I was terrified to upset her and receive her ire if she asked me to do something that I thought might indirectly harm my husband as the war ramped up.” A soft casual shrug, but he does glance back to Sohalia to see if she’s following his meaning.
It isn’t meant to be a scare tactic, but something to keep in mind to be wise of when dealing with Safrin, if ever she chose to do so.
It's a smooth landing amongst the flowers in Mourn and he flattens his wings to offer her a chance to slide off his back once she’s gotten her tools back into her bag. It usually works like that. He offers, perhaps a hint unhelpfully, waiting until she’s settled before he shifts back into himself to block out that Attuned bond that much more succinctly. “I was… Optimistic that if I aligned myself close enough to her that I could save the people I cared about.” He pauses, brushing some pollen off of his shirt, before he looks out over the bustling fields of flowers. “But I was married to an Ascended before the war and Safrin loathed him as she did any ascended, let alone one that had captured her follower’s heart. So it became an awkward dance, because I felt like I owed her for attuning me and all the help and healing she’d given me over the years, but I was terrified to upset her and receive her ire if she asked me to do something that I thought might indirectly harm my husband as the war ramped up.” A soft casual shrug, but he does glance back to Sohalia to see if she’s following his meaning.
It isn’t meant to be a scare tactic, but something to keep in mind to be wise of when dealing with Safrin, if ever she chose to do so.
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
