the first cut was the deepest, but it healed up whole
“Gasp, building things are boring?” He asks, feigning offence and flashing her a crooked smile for her trouble – because gods, if he hasn’t been doing enough building lately to satisfy him for life. Maybe if he hadn’t been an enforcer in Korofi and his father hadn’t been high born he might have stood a chance at carpentry with how often Caido asks it of him. Regardless, he’s surprisingly content as he builds the sandcastle next to her, watching her hands move through it and craft from her mind and her heart, and gods if he doesn’t find the simplicity in it all heartwarmingly sweet.
She bumps her shoulder into his and he huffs a soft laugh, bumping her back but carefully enough not to jostle her should she be placing something of importance up (he doesn’t want to be the reason the tower fallsagain). “The timer’s been reset.” He rumbles his agreement, falling silent to focus on his own little castle – not unlike the manor he’d grown up in – shorter and smaller than a castle and far more basic but still vast and elegant in its own right.
He feels her eyes on his face and he doesn’t quite realize if he’s slipped or not, so he lets his steel gaze slide over toward her, before he shakes his head a little. “I always miss her. But...” He admits, because he certainly knows how tender of a subject it was between the two of them… But, well… “She came down.” He drops the ball quickly – because he’s learned from her that in this relationship between them, the more forward and blunt the questions and answers were, the less fucked up their communication can get by trying to read between the lines.
But with that ball drop, the Flood stays focused on her, searching her face for a reaction alongside through the bond, with that warm sensation of calm.
She bumps her shoulder into his and he huffs a soft laugh, bumping her back but carefully enough not to jostle her should she be placing something of importance up (he doesn’t want to be the reason the tower falls
He feels her eyes on his face and he doesn’t quite realize if he’s slipped or not, so he lets his steel gaze slide over toward her, before he shakes his head a little. “I always miss her. But...” He admits, because he certainly knows how tender of a subject it was between the two of them… But, well… “She came down.” He drops the ball quickly – because he’s learned from her that in this relationship between them, the more forward and blunt the questions and answers were, the less fucked up their communication can get by trying to read between the lines.
But with that ball drop, the Flood stays focused on her, searching her face for a reaction alongside through the bond, with that warm sensation of calm.
the flood
and the next one was a soft touch, but i bled out below
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
