// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
Warmth flares in confirmation of his answer, the flame bursting from the shrine in an embrace more than anything dangerous. He relaxes imperceptibly with it, his nose filling with the scent of summer and ripe sweet fruits, the wind chimes becoming a harmonious sound that had Sunjata been religious growing up, he imagines this would be exactly why people were devout.
It’s why he’s here, truthfully. As Frey’s voice soothes the anxiety that swirls in his stomach, gentle waves erasing the rough waters that had led up to this. It’s evident as their form appears, too, that his tension alleviates from his shoulders, drooping as he sees the mixture of Hotaru’s face, blessedly without the too many eyes and teeth and just as beautiful as she always had, with the morphed changes that are reminiscent of Nate, in the muscle and sharp jaw lines, the hip that curves into even more muscle.
“Yeah. It’s been bad.” He admits, scarred brows pinching as he shuffles a little toward them when they retrieve the peach and bite into it. The offering is accepted, as is the craving for closeness, to belong again, to not feel so awful all the time. Gently taking the peach into his hand, he shuffles closer to where he can get into Frey’s space, boldly choosing to settle where he can press against his god’s side or shoulder or wherever they decide is best. “Please. I’d love something sweet.” He admits, lifting the peach to his lips, assuming that’s what it is, and takes a bite, mimicking Frey to let the juice from it drip against his chin into his scruffy beard.
It’s why he’s here, truthfully. As Frey’s voice soothes the anxiety that swirls in his stomach, gentle waves erasing the rough waters that had led up to this. It’s evident as their form appears, too, that his tension alleviates from his shoulders, drooping as he sees the mixture of Hotaru’s face, blessedly without the too many eyes and teeth and just as beautiful as she always had, with the morphed changes that are reminiscent of Nate, in the muscle and sharp jaw lines, the hip that curves into even more muscle.
“Yeah. It’s been bad.” He admits, scarred brows pinching as he shuffles a little toward them when they retrieve the peach and bite into it. The offering is accepted, as is the craving for closeness, to belong again, to not feel so awful all the time. Gently taking the peach into his hand, he shuffles closer to where he can get into Frey’s space, boldly choosing to settle where he can press against his god’s side or shoulder or wherever they decide is best. “Please. I’d love something sweet.” He admits, lifting the peach to his lips, assuming that’s what it is, and takes a bite, mimicking Frey to let the juice from it drip against his chin into his scruffy beard.
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.
