// 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 //
It’s a statement he should take more to heart — that if Frey didn’t want him, he wouldn’t be theirs. So obviously, regardless of his typical self deprecating thoughts and attitude, he has his perks. He’s important. He’s a demigod and he’s theirs. And he forgets that far more than he should. It’s the statement and the utmost approval spotted in his deity’s eyes, something that reminds him that he’s perfect as he is.
Their touch is featherlight as it is warm and comfortable along scars and tattoos and he leans into it as if he’s touch starved, despite very much feeling the opposite as of late, but it’s a touch he can’t help but to indulge in time and time again, only to blink at them when they say they were thinking about him. A soft snort leaves him, the tips of his ears flaring a touch red and warm with it as he looks away, looking back to see just as they snag the seed of the pomegranate from him and slip it between his lips.
A soft sigh passes from him as he gratefully takes the seed, tongue dancing along their finger for a few lingering moments in turn before he can snag the seed to bite into. “I know,” he starts to say as he focuses on the sensation of the hand through his hair, the light scratches against his scalp that have him shivering with delight. “I can still see it sometimes in my reflection. I know it’s gone, but.. I can see it in Hotaru, too. And it’s so much.” He pauses, biting back the slight whine his tone has taken, squeezing his arm around Frey a little as he heaves a small sigh. “I can tell when other people are infected and it’s helpful, but, it’s so fucking hard seeing it in her when I know she’s healed. I don’t know if it’s something we can stop without ruining my… detection of the full infected, I guess?” He puffs out a sigh before a thought occurs and he seems to simultaneously brighten and dim with it. “And the refuge was supposed to be safe for everyone but it doesn’t stop the Family. I just.. I don’t know what to do anymore.” Another point of worry, that it may be harboring his citizens as sitting ducks in case the Family were to invade.
Their touch is featherlight as it is warm and comfortable along scars and tattoos and he leans into it as if he’s touch starved, despite very much feeling the opposite as of late, but it’s a touch he can’t help but to indulge in time and time again, only to blink at them when they say they were thinking about him. A soft snort leaves him, the tips of his ears flaring a touch red and warm with it as he looks away, looking back to see just as they snag the seed of the pomegranate from him and slip it between his lips.
A soft sigh passes from him as he gratefully takes the seed, tongue dancing along their finger for a few lingering moments in turn before he can snag the seed to bite into. “I know,” he starts to say as he focuses on the sensation of the hand through his hair, the light scratches against his scalp that have him shivering with delight. “I can still see it sometimes in my reflection. I know it’s gone, but.. I can see it in Hotaru, too. And it’s so much.” He pauses, biting back the slight whine his tone has taken, squeezing his arm around Frey a little as he heaves a small sigh. “I can tell when other people are infected and it’s helpful, but, it’s so fucking hard seeing it in her when I know she’s healed. I don’t know if it’s something we can stop without ruining my… detection of the full infected, I guess?” He puffs out a sigh before a thought occurs and he seems to simultaneously brighten and dim with it. “And the refuge was supposed to be safe for everyone but it doesn’t stop the Family. I just.. I don’t know what to do anymore.” Another point of worry, that it may be harboring his citizens as sitting ducks in case the Family were to invade.
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.
