// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
Frey’s Breath was further for him than the Greatwood was to home, but closer for Deimos. So with the minor setback in ensuring that Erebos was safe and back in the Citadel, Sunjata’s awaiting the Sword within the confines of Frey’s Breath where the heat was suffocatingly hot, but he does his best to lower the humidity in the air with a flick of water magic. Focusing on that, by the time he hears the announcement and the shift to wings, Sunjata nods and continues his search from the ground.
“The Climb at Longheat sucks.” Comes the quiet complaint, whether or not Deimos hears it or doesn’t, he feels at least a little bit better that it isn’t the only thought rattling around in his head while they look for lilies.
“The Climb at Longheat sucks.” Comes the quiet complaint, whether or not Deimos hears it or doesn’t, he feels at least a little bit better that it isn’t the only thought rattling around in his head while they look for lilies.
the flood
// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //
i can save you if you do //
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.
