// i came from a broken home, so look at all my broken bones
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
Not used to being so well received, even still, he’s surprised as she steps forward to embrace him – though he finds it quite easy to wind his arm around her and hug her back, trying to alleviate all of the emotions he can see written on her face plainly. The exhaustion, regret, shame. Gods, if he hadn’t related to that more often than he’d like to admit.
Before he has a chance to ask her if she’s okay, she asks him, and he could almost laugh to hear it leave her lips as she pulls away – though he remains close enough to her with his hand on her shoulder, offering some semblance of warmth and comfort for his friend. “I came when I heard what happened. I brought Zavien back and asked if I could stay for a night before heading back home to King’s End.” He explains, steel eyes studying her face behind a face who’s freckles have begun to vanish with these dark, dreary months.
“You look like you could use some food and a friend, though. You wanna grab something and we can talk about it?” He asks, extending the offer with a small warm smile that’s crooked due to the scar that bisects his cheek.
Before he has a chance to ask her if she’s okay, she asks him, and he could almost laugh to hear it leave her lips as she pulls away – though he remains close enough to her with his hand on her shoulder, offering some semblance of warmth and comfort for his friend. “I came when I heard what happened. I brought Zavien back and asked if I could stay for a night before heading back home to King’s End.” He explains, steel eyes studying her face behind a face who’s freckles have begun to vanish with these dark, dreary months.
“You look like you could use some food and a friend, though. You wanna grab something and we can talk about it?” He asks, extending the offer with a small warm smile that’s crooked due to the scar that bisects his cheek.
the flood
// i'm the next, so get in line
just let me have my fucking time //
just let me have my fucking time //
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.
