// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
It’s been too long, in his mind at least, since he’s seen her. Even a few days feel like it’s been ages since, despite the ways he’s tried to keep himself busy. And by busy, well, it’s been an absolute whirlwind of emotions, a new addition to their relationship, and attempts at keeping himself busy.
Now usually, he’d fly back to the House of Midnight. But tonight, it’s different, it’s his first time returning to the House with Petronella and he certainly isn’t going to try and hold a delicate little kitten in the sharp taloned claws of his dragon shift. So it’s been a longer trek home, but one full of thought, and hope that his bed might not be empty. Or, if it is, that it holds Hotaru’s faded scent enough to help him sleep. Gods know Petronella and he need it desperately.
He surveys the brothel from afar, taking in the lights through the falling snow, hands shoving further into the pockets of his jacket while Petronella snoozes in the scarf wrapped around his neck and face. He notices movement immediately from his porch, relief spreading through his shoulders as they sag to see her blonde crown of hair, her movement upon seeing him, and his pace picks up to drift closer.
What he doesn’t expect is to hear her hesitation, pushing past it to offer his own quiet relief amongst it. You’re home, he sends with every ounce of appreciation for it, for the weight that sits on his shoulders. Everything okay? He asks, drifting closer, reaching out for her to pull her in as he closes the distance. Of course, she’d be able to smell his scent, and paired with it the smell of something else, something like a stray kitten that’s spent too much time by the sea. “You’re freezing, baby.” He says aloud the second he’s got her in his arms, despite her inherent magic, she’s like ice in his arms.
At the very least, the sea panther is too exhausted and too fast asleep to let his voice and movements wake her.
Now usually, he’d fly back to the House of Midnight. But tonight, it’s different, it’s his first time returning to the House with Petronella and he certainly isn’t going to try and hold a delicate little kitten in the sharp taloned claws of his dragon shift. So it’s been a longer trek home, but one full of thought, and hope that his bed might not be empty. Or, if it is, that it holds Hotaru’s faded scent enough to help him sleep. Gods know Petronella and he need it desperately.
He surveys the brothel from afar, taking in the lights through the falling snow, hands shoving further into the pockets of his jacket while Petronella snoozes in the scarf wrapped around his neck and face. He notices movement immediately from his porch, relief spreading through his shoulders as they sag to see her blonde crown of hair, her movement upon seeing him, and his pace picks up to drift closer.
What he doesn’t expect is to hear her hesitation, pushing past it to offer his own quiet relief amongst it. You’re home, he sends with every ounce of appreciation for it, for the weight that sits on his shoulders. Everything okay? He asks, drifting closer, reaching out for her to pull her in as he closes the distance. Of course, she’d be able to smell his scent, and paired with it the smell of something else, something like a stray kitten that’s spent too much time by the sea. “You’re freezing, baby.” He says aloud the second he’s got her in his arms, despite her inherent magic, she’s like ice in his arms.
At the very least, the sea panther is too exhausted and too fast asleep to let his voice and movements wake her.
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
