temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
The apologies are appreciated, but she’s right in the fact that it does little these days. It doesn’t help, but it doesn’t hurt to hear it either, and despite her whisper – one of the gold earrings that sits in his ear helps him hear it regardless, he does open up the attuned bond to send a soft little pang of appreciation down it, to make sure she knew that he did hear the sorrys that left her lips.
What he doesn’t expect, however, as he’s plucking the flowers from their home, is the comment that she’s glad he was revived, with all the compassion she can offer through the attuned bond. It’s enough of a little surprise that he drops one of the flowers in amongst the rest, reaching over to pick it back up. “Thanks, Sohalia.” He says, a little dumbly, as if it wasn’t exactly what he was expecting to hear.
So he plucks a singular purple flower, returning over toward her to hand it to her, wondering if she might want to press that particular flower to keep it in her records. “When you do decide which god to follow, just… Be cautious, alright? Don’t agree outright to anything until you know if it’s what you want.” That was the moral of the story, at least.
What he doesn’t expect, however, as he’s plucking the flowers from their home, is the comment that she’s glad he was revived, with all the compassion she can offer through the attuned bond. It’s enough of a little surprise that he drops one of the flowers in amongst the rest, reaching over to pick it back up. “Thanks, Sohalia.” He says, a little dumbly, as if it wasn’t exactly what he was expecting to hear.
So he plucks a singular purple flower, returning over toward her to hand it to her, wondering if she might want to press that particular flower to keep it in her records. “When you do decide which god to follow, just… Be cautious, alright? Don’t agree outright to anything until you know if it’s what you want.” That was the moral of the story, at least.
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.
