no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
He huffs another quiet laugh at her reiteration of him puffing up, folding his arms across his chest as if he knew that he’d never live that one down. And while she speaks, she harbors such a deadpan look that he can’t help but to laugh again and roll his eyes, finally getting his feet back under them and pull the sled, picking up a bit more speed with it despite the heaviness of the sled with the more firewood that’s added.
At her guess, he kicks another disappointing pile of snow before casting a glance over toward her. “What was the first hint?” He asks, slanting a crookedly boyish smile her direction. “The first time I had ever seen snow was when I got here. And then when we were allowed to go to Halo? It was like my own personal torture.” Alongside the other memories of Halo that time – the white dragon, the loss of friends, the failed quest.
But he pushes that aside and tugs the sled a bit more, pausing when he can see the direction to the refuge through the cloudy, snowy sky. “Nate always loved the snow, though.” He knew it was because he was far more experienced with it than Sunjata was, but it was still something that was charming to reminisce about when he didn’t have to focus on the pain of remembering that Nate was gone. Perhaps he could simply pretend that he was back at the Refuge, making hot cocoa, blankets at the ready for the second they arrived.
It's a daydream that keeps him warm enough to make it through the rest of the walk, at least.
At her guess, he kicks another disappointing pile of snow before casting a glance over toward her. “What was the first hint?” He asks, slanting a crookedly boyish smile her direction. “The first time I had ever seen snow was when I got here. And then when we were allowed to go to Halo? It was like my own personal torture.” Alongside the other memories of Halo that time – the white dragon, the loss of friends, the failed quest.
But he pushes that aside and tugs the sled a bit more, pausing when he can see the direction to the refuge through the cloudy, snowy sky. “Nate always loved the snow, though.” He knew it was because he was far more experienced with it than Sunjata was, but it was still something that was charming to reminisce about when he didn’t have to focus on the pain of remembering that Nate was gone. Perhaps he could simply pretend that he was back at the Refuge, making hot cocoa, blankets at the ready for the second they arrived.
It's a daydream that keeps him warm enough to make it through the rest of the walk, at least.
the flood
with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you
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.
