THE FLOOD
// take my heart and make it feel,
take my soul and make it real
take my soul and make it real
Still maneuvering the ribbon of water, Frey’s demigod watches the pale Ancient through the ribbons of rainbows cast by how the sun reflects through the streams. He takes note of how she doesn’t look at him, not long glances anyway, though he doesn’t comment on it.
Nodding despite it as she speaks, he starts to let the water fall away, droplets joining the water again. “Pretty sure all anyone’s asking for is for you to learn from them.” The mistakes, that is. Not that he can speak for everyone, but those that he has talked to, that has been the one lingering thought. There’s only so many times one can beat their head against a wall trying to prove a point. “But thank you for your apology.” He offers, flashing her a traditional roguish smile in spite of everything, allowing her to step away and continue her day.
Nodding despite it as she speaks, he starts to let the water fall away, droplets joining the water again. “Pretty sure all anyone’s asking for is for you to learn from them.” The mistakes, that is. Not that he can speak for everyone, but those that he has talked to, that has been the one lingering thought. There’s only so many times one can beat their head against a wall trying to prove a point. “But thank you for your apology.” He offers, flashing her a traditional roguish smile in spite of everything, allowing her to step away and continue her day.
'cause i was bright, yeah I was pale and blue,
starry eyed by every thought of you //
starry eyed by every thought of you //
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.
