// and i hear your ship is comin' in, your tears a sea for me to swim in
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
It’s been a dark and long week, though not full of the terrors and nightmares many previous ones have harbored. Instead, it has been fairly run of the mill – meetings with new people, secrets shared with his basically stepdaughter – but that doesn’t mean that he’s not looking forward to the filtering sun through the drapes.
Either way, in a rare turn of events, he’s still in a deep sleep when it does filter in, cascading along his face, revealing the faint freckles that darken tenfold in the longheat months, hidden away during the colder seasons. It’s a sleep that’s restful as it is peaceful, a rare occurrence for the Flood that’s only tempered because of the Valkyrie he’s nestled with. He’s unaware of the gentle attempts to wake him and coax him out of his dreams, despite the fact that it certainly works with the flare of his head turning, pressing his stubbled cheek into the pillows further, a scruff of blue feathers flaring along his neck and shoulders, filling in tattoos from a dream that seems to suggest he might be flying.
And after a few more attempts from Hotaru, will the Flood finally crack open a steel eye, squinting at the world as if trying to reorient himself within it while his arm subconsciously squeezes her from where he’d wrapped it around her in his slumber. “Mm?” He asks, accented and not wholly there just yet. “Did somethin’ happen?” Reaching up with his lightning scarred hand he rubs at his eyes and blinks at her right after, fully expecting the sun that he sees to be from her and not from the windows outside.
Either way, in a rare turn of events, he’s still in a deep sleep when it does filter in, cascading along his face, revealing the faint freckles that darken tenfold in the longheat months, hidden away during the colder seasons. It’s a sleep that’s restful as it is peaceful, a rare occurrence for the Flood that’s only tempered because of the Valkyrie he’s nestled with. He’s unaware of the gentle attempts to wake him and coax him out of his dreams, despite the fact that it certainly works with the flare of his head turning, pressing his stubbled cheek into the pillows further, a scruff of blue feathers flaring along his neck and shoulders, filling in tattoos from a dream that seems to suggest he might be flying.
And after a few more attempts from Hotaru, will the Flood finally crack open a steel eye, squinting at the world as if trying to reorient himself within it while his arm subconsciously squeezes her from where he’d wrapped it around her in his slumber. “Mm?” He asks, accented and not wholly there just yet. “Did somethin’ happen?” Reaching up with his lightning scarred hand he rubs at his eyes and blinks at her right after, fully expecting the sun that he sees to be from her and not from the windows outside.
anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love
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.
