i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
The scarf is the only thing that hides the grin when he lets his little blurb slip, watching her dramatic offense taken as she holds the ningo up to her chest. A low laugh leaves him, leaning over toward her. “Alright. I’ll take it back when you’ve got your own merch line.” He winks, his steel gaze brightening as the snow reflects to make them like liquid steel, dancing with humor. “Or, what if we make our own and sell it secretly?” His brows lift, smirking.
Nodding at the mention of giving it some thought, he settles into a warmth despite the cold outside surrounding them. “There. That can be my hobby.” He touts playfully, raising his brow toward her. “Maybe we can make a fun comical one of your ducks pelting my hydra shift?”
Nodding at the mention of giving it some thought, he settles into a warmth despite the cold outside surrounding them. “There. That can be my hobby.” He touts playfully, raising his brow toward her. “Maybe we can make a fun comical one of your ducks pelting my hydra shift?”
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
