better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
She doesn’t say anything in response and she doesn’t have to, he’s fine with settling there, still sunk into the water, both physically and magically tethered to her as they float. “I suppose.” He says instead, wondering how he’d even go about it these days. Before it seemed to simply just happen, and now? Well, it was unlikely to happen so easily or fast as it had in the past. Perhaps, however, that’s a good thing.
But there’s the light tease that she picks up on even if his delivery sucks, and he rumbles a soft laugh in response, lips parting to say something smart like ’they have their own jobs to do’ before he has zero chance of getting it out when she flips her hair and it makes an audible slap into his face, causing the slight flinch and flare of his wings, hands rising to join hers to take the strands of gold off of his scarred face, barking his own laughter alongside her apology instead.
Once they’ve managed to get her strands of hair off of him, his hand finds hers, tangling his fingers with her own as he continues to chuckle, shaking his head slightly as the horns dissipate, leaving nothing but the wet salt and pepper streaked hair. “Oh, no, I think it was.” He says, humming more laughter as he straightens up in the hotsprings, flaring his wings further, dropping himself into the water as he pushes off the back wall toward her, using his wings like propellers in a way to keep him exactly where he means to be.
But there’s the light tease that she picks up on even if his delivery sucks, and he rumbles a soft laugh in response, lips parting to say something smart like ’they have their own jobs to do’ before he has zero chance of getting it out when she flips her hair and it makes an audible slap into his face, causing the slight flinch and flare of his wings, hands rising to join hers to take the strands of gold off of his scarred face, barking his own laughter alongside her apology instead.
Once they’ve managed to get her strands of hair off of him, his hand finds hers, tangling his fingers with her own as he continues to chuckle, shaking his head slightly as the horns dissipate, leaving nothing but the wet salt and pepper streaked hair. “Oh, no, I think it was.” He says, humming more laughter as he straightens up in the hotsprings, flaring his wings further, dropping himself into the water as he pushes off the back wall toward her, using his wings like propellers in a way to keep him exactly where he means to be.
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.
