temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
There’s gratitude in the fact that Alys understands, but it’s only when she reaches out to squeeze his arm that he lets his steel gaze focus on her face - the gravity of it all weighing on him in ways he often was better at hiding. But it was a lot, and with the worry of the next portion lingering in the back of his mind, Sunjata nods, flashes her that same small smile, before puffing his cheeks out with a little sigh as he considers it.
“The next… level, I suppose, of gardening is the water level.” He announces slowly, because there weren’t many that knew the conditions of his immortality, but if she’s to be on his council and Hotaru trusted her, he’s certain he can trust her with this too. “And while that’s good for me,” because of all of his water magic, “It's my caveat.” He lets the gravity of it settle, that he can only die if he drowns. “I have means of coming back, but I figure you should probably know the conditions.” Just in case.
And then, for a second later, he snags the paper again as his thoughts come to the forefront of his mind. On the dry portion of paper, he scribes out with the pen. There’s an couple of items from the last war that I have, too. One is a relic, the other is the Knowtbook. Sliding the paper back toward her, waiting until she’s read it again, before he repeats the action of melting the words away with water.
“The next… level, I suppose, of gardening is the water level.” He announces slowly, because there weren’t many that knew the conditions of his immortality, but if she’s to be on his council and Hotaru trusted her, he’s certain he can trust her with this too. “And while that’s good for me,” because of all of his water magic, “It's my caveat.” He lets the gravity of it settle, that he can only die if he drowns. “I have means of coming back, but I figure you should probably know the conditions.” Just in case.
And then, for a second later, he snags the paper again as his thoughts come to the forefront of his mind. On the dry portion of paper, he scribes out with the pen. There’s an couple of items from the last war that I have, too. One is a relic, the other is the Knowtbook. Sliding the paper back toward her, waiting until she’s read it again, before he repeats the action of melting the words away with water.
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
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.
