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
“Hey, now who’s being mean?” He asks her, a teasingly crooked smile on his face before he unloads the fact that his hoarding generally involved books. And he is surprised when she laughs, rolling his eyes in the face of it with the smile still on his face, arms still wrapped around her as a boon to keep her upright in the water alongside him. “Thinking about stealing them, huh?” He flashes a more roguish grin at her with a spark in his eyes that seems to suggest she’ll have to see it for herself and that he wasn’t going to divulge all of the information possible.
So he exhales a slow sigh, letting his steel gaze focus on her own dual toned ones again. “Histories and some fantasy genres.” The way the words leave him almost seem like pulling teeth, but he shakes it off to turn the question onto her – watchful and curious what kind of things she’d collect for her den.
Of course, a lot of them are what he expects, even after her suspicious silence. And he hums his understanding over the scent of things, having grown more appreciative of them as of late. But he doesn’t expect to hear that she’s stolen one of his, the way her eyes slip from him and her cheeks darken, and his arms tighten around her as a huff of a surprised laugh leaves him. “Hotaru,” he drawls, not even a little bit upset about the fact she has one, but the tenderness in his gaze speaks volumes should she look. “Please tell me it isn’t the green stripey one.” He doesn’t know what it could be, but that shirt had gotten lost and it was one of his favorites – having just assumed it had gotten misplaced somewhere.
His arms still remain around her, however, his touch and body language screaming something soft and gentle and appreciative when he hums a bit brighter of a laugh. “You little minx.” He teases her, before his head tilts and he thinks on it. “What else have you snuck away?”
So he exhales a slow sigh, letting his steel gaze focus on her own dual toned ones again. “Histories and some fantasy genres.” The way the words leave him almost seem like pulling teeth, but he shakes it off to turn the question onto her – watchful and curious what kind of things she’d collect for her den.
Of course, a lot of them are what he expects, even after her suspicious silence. And he hums his understanding over the scent of things, having grown more appreciative of them as of late. But he doesn’t expect to hear that she’s stolen one of his, the way her eyes slip from him and her cheeks darken, and his arms tighten around her as a huff of a surprised laugh leaves him. “Hotaru,” he drawls, not even a little bit upset about the fact she has one, but the tenderness in his gaze speaks volumes should she look. “Please tell me it isn’t the green stripey one.” He doesn’t know what it could be, but that shirt had gotten lost and it was one of his favorites – having just assumed it had gotten misplaced somewhere.
His arms still remain around her, however, his touch and body language screaming something soft and gentle and appreciative when he hums a bit brighter of a laugh. “You little minx.” He teases her, before his head tilts and he thinks on it. “What else have you snuck away?”
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.
