// i'll sing it one last time for you, then we really have to go, you've been the only thing that's right
in all i've done. and i can barely look at you, but every single time i do //
in all i've done. and i can barely look at you, but every single time i do //
He doesn’t mean to surprise her, but as his name falls from her lips, he can hear the surprise lacing through her tone, the way she seems to grow stiff and rigid. But it’s her time to surprise him, he supposes, because the mention that she’d come here to specifically see him has his brows raising and a small smirk tugging on his face clouded with the wramth of his breath and the smoke form the cigarette.
He doesn’t interrupt her as she speaks, waiting until she’s seemingly spun herself out before the hi finally leaves her and he tilts his head toward her. “Hi.” He says simply. He looks better than he has in the past, more sleep, more relaxed. “You wanted to see me?” He asks, shifting a little before he draws the cigarette from his lips and fully takes her in. “I uh.. I’ve got something if you wanna take the edge off. Provided you’re not gonna take the opportunity to yell at me again.” He bounces his brows – the joke falling a little flat as it leaves his tongue.
But she’d said last time that he didn’t deserve it, and without the wounds being so fresh it felt okay to joke about it with her as if to say he’s decided since then that he doesn’t really care what she said about him. He’s got other things to focus on.
He doesn’t interrupt her as she speaks, waiting until she’s seemingly spun herself out before the hi finally leaves her and he tilts his head toward her. “Hi.” He says simply. He looks better than he has in the past, more sleep, more relaxed. “You wanted to see me?” He asks, shifting a little before he draws the cigarette from his lips and fully takes her in. “I uh.. I’ve got something if you wanna take the edge off. Provided you’re not gonna take the opportunity to yell at me again.” He bounces his brows – the joke falling a little flat as it leaves his tongue.
But she’d said last time that he didn’t deserve it, and without the wounds being so fresh it felt okay to joke about it with her as if to say he’s decided since then that he doesn’t really care what she said about him. He’s got other things to focus on.
i know we'll make it anywhere away from here
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.
