hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
“Oookay..” Sunjata hums, brows pinching as he drifts his trajectory to follow the other demigod. It isn’t that he doesn’t trust him, but it is that he thinks Ronin might be going a little crazy (and really, he doesn’t blame him when it comes to the Luxere shift fucking with him). But, in an effort to remain friends despite the tentative reconnection, he can’t just leave him on his own. So he follows, wings ruffling, the sound like shifting leather ghosting together before they still and he follows the other man’s shadow on the wall.
The voice, though, perks him up and he hurries his steps. “Do you think they hibernate?” He asks offhandedly, a light chuckle leaving him as he rounds the corner and sees the hot springs and Ronin standing right beside it.
His boots scrape against the stone floor as he draws himself to a sudden stop, all the bronze warmth in his chest curling into cold ice. “Uh, a swim wasn’t the plan, Ronin?” He tries to play it off rather than the accusatory: Why are we here, Ronin? His wings fan out, a quick glance toward any kind of escape. Ronin’s right there so he could turn and leave back the way he’d come, and with each second that passes that urge to run becomes more and more prevalent.
And so he gives into it, taking a step back to try and get back around the corner, away from the hot springs.
The voice, though, perks him up and he hurries his steps. “Do you think they hibernate?” He asks offhandedly, a light chuckle leaving him as he rounds the corner and sees the hot springs and Ronin standing right beside it.
His boots scrape against the stone floor as he draws himself to a sudden stop, all the bronze warmth in his chest curling into cold ice. “Uh, a swim wasn’t the plan, Ronin?” He tries to play it off rather than the accusatory: Why are we here, Ronin? His wings fan out, a quick glance toward any kind of escape. Ronin’s right there so he could turn and leave back the way he’d come, and with each second that passes that urge to run becomes more and more prevalent.
And so he gives into it, taking a step back to try and get back around the corner, away from the hot springs.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
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.
