// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
She presses into his hug, into his body, and there’s relief despite the way she seems to cling to him, to claw at his clothes. And he listens intensely as she begins to speak, still so grateful that he’d been there in time, relieved and thankful that she stands there even while George’s body grows colder in the snow. Even as she tells him which she’d prefer, she holds onto him for fear of letting him go, and it’s all he can do to offer her the gentle consolation that he isn’t going anywhere, not as he slowly starts to withdraw, immediately removing the warm sweater and slipping it onto her.
It's large, looking more like a dress than anything, but it’s warm and soft and it smells like him as he responds back to her worry, pulling her back in the second she gets the sweater situated. “Yes.” He assures her. He’d had to build half of the Refuge here while the ground was frosted over, frozen and hard as rock. It’s an amazing use of his dragon shift, to be able to claw up trenches and holes wherever needed, and thankfully with her being Attuned, she won’t have to sit there in her thoughts alone while he does it.
My dragon shift will be able to make a grave for him. Would you… Want a marker? A gravestone or something to signify where he rests? After all, there was still something so strange about this, something that burns against the back of his mind. But it’s too late now to get to the bottom of it, he supposes, if only for the fact that George is no longer here to answer.
It's large, looking more like a dress than anything, but it’s warm and soft and it smells like him as he responds back to her worry, pulling her back in the second she gets the sweater situated. “Yes.” He assures her. He’d had to build half of the Refuge here while the ground was frosted over, frozen and hard as rock. It’s an amazing use of his dragon shift, to be able to claw up trenches and holes wherever needed, and thankfully with her being Attuned, she won’t have to sit there in her thoughts alone while he does it.
My dragon shift will be able to make a grave for him. Would you… Want a marker? A gravestone or something to signify where he rests? After all, there was still something so strange about this, something that burns against the back of his mind. But it’s too late now to get to the bottom of it, he supposes, if only for the fact that George is no longer here to answer.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
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.
