// 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 shrugs, crouching beside her in the snow as her legs stop hoisting her weight. He tries to radiate what heat he can, because he doesn’t want her to freeze to death out here, and at a moments notice he’s ready to pull his healing rain out in case she starts to get some kind of hypothermia. He doesn’t use it, yet, choosing to shake his head softly to her not realizing. “It’s okay. Really. I know it wasn’t you really. You were upset.” And while she had said all those things, he didn’t have to take them as honesty.
He lets her apologize, lets her get it off her chest and he hopes that it helps when he remains quiet and watchful. “I forgive you.” He offers out softly once she’s done letting the apology out, the explanation that she isn’t good at keeping anyone together and how she should have warned him. He can’t help the soft laugh that leaves him, the one that edges with a soft sigh. “Well, I’m full of jagged edges, so I should’ve warned you sooner too.” He shouldn’t be surprised when his edges were sharp enough that the only way she could really get through to him was to cut herself in the process and bark back when the pain hit.
He extends his lightning scarred hand toward her in a quiet offering. “Now that we’re sufficiently warned, I think we can be friends again.” He murmurs, though it ends in a kind of quiet question, as though he’s giving her the choice now. “And if so, I’d like to get out of the fuckin cold. You wanna stay at the House of Midnight tonight? Probably feels nicer than a Skyship.” Another little offering, the acceptance, and the fact he’s more than happy to help her up and take her there.
He lets her apologize, lets her get it off her chest and he hopes that it helps when he remains quiet and watchful. “I forgive you.” He offers out softly once she’s done letting the apology out, the explanation that she isn’t good at keeping anyone together and how she should have warned him. He can’t help the soft laugh that leaves him, the one that edges with a soft sigh. “Well, I’m full of jagged edges, so I should’ve warned you sooner too.” He shouldn’t be surprised when his edges were sharp enough that the only way she could really get through to him was to cut herself in the process and bark back when the pain hit.
He extends his lightning scarred hand toward her in a quiet offering. “Now that we’re sufficiently warned, I think we can be friends again.” He murmurs, though it ends in a kind of quiet question, as though he’s giving her the choice now. “And if so, I’d like to get out of the fuckin cold. You wanna stay at the House of Midnight tonight? Probably feels nicer than a Skyship.” Another little offering, the acceptance, and the fact he’s more than happy to help her up and take her there.
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.
