// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
“Feels like it sometimes.” He admits, his smile a touch sheepish but honest as he lets her amusement and happiness bloom in the crevices of his heart that still felt so fractured. Even after all this time. And even still, something warms and soothes within him to hear her agree that Frey was amazing, like he’d finally picked right after so many times of picking wrong. And he knows he’d done it out of his own wellbeing, for himself, but hearing someone else like Vai agree that she liked them too, well… It meant more than he could accurately express.
It's part of the reason the hug grows so tight, feeling her returned squeeze, feeling her squeeze. He relaxes into it gently, the tension bleeding out of his broad shoulders and scarred body. “Maybe.” He agrees with a soft little laugh before it grows quiet, contemplative, lingering in the hug so he can memorize just how tight she squeezes, how she always smelled so nice and comforting, how she was everything he needed when he needed it and he hadn’t had the time to appreciate it before now.
Because like always, he thought they’d have more time.
“You’re good, Vai.” He says softly. Perhaps one of the best good that he’d had the chance of stumbling upon. “And yeah… It’s about time, right?” He pulls away from the hug to give her a slanted smile, eyes a touch red ringed if only for the here and there flare of tears that burn.
It's part of the reason the hug grows so tight, feeling her returned squeeze, feeling her squeeze. He relaxes into it gently, the tension bleeding out of his broad shoulders and scarred body. “Maybe.” He agrees with a soft little laugh before it grows quiet, contemplative, lingering in the hug so he can memorize just how tight she squeezes, how she always smelled so nice and comforting, how she was everything he needed when he needed it and he hadn’t had the time to appreciate it before now.
Because like always, he thought they’d have more time.
“You’re good, Vai.” He says softly. Perhaps one of the best good that he’d had the chance of stumbling upon. “And yeah… It’s about time, right?” He pulls away from the hug to give her a slanted smile, eyes a touch red ringed if only for the here and there flare of tears that burn.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
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.
