don't be cautious, don't be kind, you committed, i'm your crime
push my button anytime
He doesn’t mind being the barrier for the gourd, to hide away from Haai as the tiny griffin reigns her terror – little high pitched howls leaving her maw in her excitement, tail feathers wiggling with each movement. It’s like a dance, watching the two of them go back and forth, and he can’t help the soft smile that crosses his face at the joy that lingers in that new space of his mind, a relief to the shadows that had always hidden there.
As for his past, she’d learn of it. One day, eventually, probably on a specifically rainy summer day, where the humidity and the rains remind him too much of home, when he’d tell her what he had to do – what they’d made him into, and how he survived through it all when so many others hadn’t. Perhaps they’re far more similar than they thought, how much they both wished they had their mothers there in the darkest nights, to give them guidance, to help them on their journeys, to simply hear their voices once more.
He’s brought out of the thoughts by her snorts and laughs, his lip twitching upwards in a smile as he regards the red haired girl. Gaal’s girl. One he didn’t deserve and was glad he wasn’t around to see how strong she’s become. Her question still manages to take him off guard, and he tilts his head as he watches the companions play, drawing his legs up beneath him and resting his elbows along his knees. “Well, besides the bar, I’d hoped to start a training ring of sorts. It’s where I used to go in Korofi to do boxing, but it might benefit people here for learning some hand to hand things.” A quiet shrug.
“Other than that? Living.” He winks to her, leaving it open ended. “What do you have planned?” A gleam to his silver gaze. “Besides the bar.” Because she’d offered her help and he intends to take her up on it.
As for his past, she’d learn of it. One day, eventually, probably on a specifically rainy summer day, where the humidity and the rains remind him too much of home, when he’d tell her what he had to do – what they’d made him into, and how he survived through it all when so many others hadn’t. Perhaps they’re far more similar than they thought, how much they both wished they had their mothers there in the darkest nights, to give them guidance, to help them on their journeys, to simply hear their voices once more.
He’s brought out of the thoughts by her snorts and laughs, his lip twitching upwards in a smile as he regards the red haired girl. Gaal’s girl. One he didn’t deserve and was glad he wasn’t around to see how strong she’s become. Her question still manages to take him off guard, and he tilts his head as he watches the companions play, drawing his legs up beneath him and resting his elbows along his knees. “Well, besides the bar, I’d hoped to start a training ring of sorts. It’s where I used to go in Korofi to do boxing, but it might benefit people here for learning some hand to hand things.” A quiet shrug.
“Other than that? Living.” He winks to her, leaving it open ended. “What do you have planned?” A gleam to his silver gaze. “Besides the bar.” Because she’d offered her help and he intends to take her up on it.
you got your finger on the trigger
but your trigger finger's mine
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.
