sleep don't visit, so i choke on sun // and the days blur into one
It’s alright. I’m just glad she’s okay. The black dragon pulses back, wings flaring and snagging on the cooler winds that they dive through. His side of the bond is mostly toned down, a thrum of anxiety that blossoms within him like a shining silver thread — not for the reasons of Flora, though it may seem as such. It’s being in Halo, in a way where despite Ronin saying Deimos would be fine, the Flood doesn’t entirely believe it.
At any rate, it is beautiful, even if it’s horrendously cold. I didn’t have a chance to see her before I left. I think she might have already gone beforehand. To Torchline, that is. But the Flood hadn’t received her letter yet, nor had she been home to see his about traveling to Halo and the fact that Flora was alive. So, in the interim, it’s been a strange hanging balance that has left the Flood feeling adrift. It is beautiful, though. Comes the additional comment, a pulse of awe that escapes the careful hold on the bond he harbors.
Yeah, of course. I don’t have a deer shift but I know what it’s like to be in the dog house. A few too many times, actually. It’s that thought that guides him to turn his grey gaze down amongst the snowy slopes and white earth, strewn in varying beautiful hues he’d expect to see in a painting more than in real life. Gonna be hard to pick out Ursurs. The Flood hums, turning his attention briefly toward the other dragon, before he dips a bit lower, scarred wings flaring in the bleak sun.
At any rate, it is beautiful, even if it’s horrendously cold. I didn’t have a chance to see her before I left. I think she might have already gone beforehand. To Torchline, that is. But the Flood hadn’t received her letter yet, nor had she been home to see his about traveling to Halo and the fact that Flora was alive. So, in the interim, it’s been a strange hanging balance that has left the Flood feeling adrift. It is beautiful, though. Comes the additional comment, a pulse of awe that escapes the careful hold on the bond he harbors.
Yeah, of course. I don’t have a deer shift but I know what it’s like to be in the dog house. A few too many times, actually. It’s that thought that guides him to turn his grey gaze down amongst the snowy slopes and white earth, strewn in varying beautiful hues he’d expect to see in a painting more than in real life. Gonna be hard to pick out Ursurs. The Flood hums, turning his attention briefly toward the other dragon, before he dips a bit lower, scarred wings flaring in the bleak sun.
and the backs of my eyes hum with things i've never done
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.
