temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
Pleased to let her lead it, Sunjata nods to the following answer – how much more time it would take before they had a chance to protect the Barrows from the Family. But, they could give it a similar attempt to when they’d done it with the Peregrine, only without the Messenger’s boat they’d likely be astride his back as a dragon, ensuring that they had equal amount of footing and space to sit and drop the flowers. “There is. But I can take us as a dragon if needed, or we spend a while walking through each night. Maybe Colt’ll let us borrow some horses if you want to be closer to the ground.” He muses thoughtfully, before shaking his head as he notes her sobering thoughts, the sadness that aches with the loss of Tal being around.
Something that he feels guilty about, though unable to do anything about it right now. So when she smiles again at him, a little sad and tired, he flashes her one back that’s understanding and gentle. “You’re welcome, Alys.” He says softly, quietly, gentle because he gets it. “Thank you for helping me with this.” He returns the answer softly, reaching out to squeeze her arm gently, a friendly notion to prove to her that she wasn’t alone with her feelings or thoughts, and together they’d figure out how to protect their people as well as make sure they got Talyson back to them.
Something that he feels guilty about, though unable to do anything about it right now. So when she smiles again at him, a little sad and tired, he flashes her one back that’s understanding and gentle. “You’re welcome, Alys.” He says softly, quietly, gentle because he gets it. “Thank you for helping me with this.” He returns the answer softly, reaching out to squeeze her arm gently, a friendly notion to prove to her that she wasn’t alone with her feelings or thoughts, and together they’d figure out how to protect their people as well as make sure they got Talyson back to them.
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.
