// 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 //
It’s vastly different from the last time this had happened – the way she looks up at him and it’s like all the heartbreak is there as it had been before, but she looks at him with relief rather than a target to focus her attacks on. She looks at him like he might be able to help by being there rather than the cause. It helps keep him close to her, a frown tugging on his face as his arm remains around her, keeping her against him before shifting into a hug like he might be able to blot out the bad imagery with sheer will.
“It’s okay.” He says again, trying to keep her relaxed and calm, feeling the heat of the tears soak into his clothes before he realizes that they might freeze there out in the cold and snow as they are. He works his jaw, his hand running up and down her back in smooth strokes that hopefully help as he tries to figure out what the fuck he should do.
Only one thing really comes to mind, though. “C’mon, let’s go back to the House of Midnight okay? I’ll fly us there.” He offers out, an option for her to not stand in the figurative ashes her inebriated mind is making up. “We’ll get you a nice room and warm you up.” Already, wings are starting to unfurl, tearing through the slits in the jacket he wears - feathered and warm where they hover just within reach of her but enough to hopefully keep her from seeing more of the imaginary wreck.
“It’s okay.” He says again, trying to keep her relaxed and calm, feeling the heat of the tears soak into his clothes before he realizes that they might freeze there out in the cold and snow as they are. He works his jaw, his hand running up and down her back in smooth strokes that hopefully help as he tries to figure out what the fuck he should do.
Only one thing really comes to mind, though. “C’mon, let’s go back to the House of Midnight okay? I’ll fly us there.” He offers out, an option for her to not stand in the figurative ashes her inebriated mind is making up. “We’ll get you a nice room and warm you up.” Already, wings are starting to unfurl, tearing through the slits in the jacket he wears - feathered and warm where they hover just within reach of her but enough to hopefully keep her from seeing more of the imaginary wreck.
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.
