hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
“Oh, because one pack of jerky is heavier than the bundle of peaches you added?” He teases her back, snorting as they make their way to the stairs and he tucks his wings in tight, following up behind her in case she slips at least his body might help to keep her small frame from going down completely. In fact, he half braces for a trip that never comes.
He’s steady enough on his feet, though, and as they get to the upper floor and past that to the loft, he spies the look Isla gives him from the noise coming from the opposite side of a door they pass and he chuckles breathily – not wanting to interrupt anyone should they listen a little too closely – before they make it to the loft and she collapses onto the bed.
He moves to set the crate down on a table beside the bed, starting to pull out the peaches into their own basket. “Well, if nothing else, I’m glad people are enjoying this place. We can make it better, though.” He starts, plucking the jerky from the crate to sit on the edge of the bed and look over at her. “I have a quest from Frey to make it fancier.” There’s a small crooked smile that blooms on his face – excitement for the first time in a long while.
He’s steady enough on his feet, though, and as they get to the upper floor and past that to the loft, he spies the look Isla gives him from the noise coming from the opposite side of a door they pass and he chuckles breathily – not wanting to interrupt anyone should they listen a little too closely – before they make it to the loft and she collapses onto the bed.
He moves to set the crate down on a table beside the bed, starting to pull out the peaches into their own basket. “Well, if nothing else, I’m glad people are enjoying this place. We can make it better, though.” He starts, plucking the jerky from the crate to sit on the edge of the bed and look over at her. “I have a quest from Frey to make it fancier.” There’s a small crooked smile that blooms on his face – excitement for the first time in a long while.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
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.
