I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
than any boy you'll ever meet,
Gods was he pissed.
Between trying to plant the rose at Phoebe’s clinic, and the events that followed, to now – just a few short days later, he looks rough. Scabbed wounds along his neck and jaw, paired with bruises and scratches that have almost healed. It’s a wonder he’s managed to make it to the Mathair, at least the right direction. He’s never been here before. He has no idea where he’s even heading, but he knows that this is the right direction.
It feels light, and so he follows it, rose clutched in his hand, adorned in thick furs and boots as he trudges through the snow (something he finds he hates now after being intrigued by it). Yet, he falters and pauses before he views the tree from the distance, certain it’s the one because it simply feels right. He clutches the rose tighter, and begins to walk again.
Between trying to plant the rose at Phoebe’s clinic, and the events that followed, to now – just a few short days later, he looks rough. Scabbed wounds along his neck and jaw, paired with bruises and scratches that have almost healed. It’s a wonder he’s managed to make it to the Mathair, at least the right direction. He’s never been here before. He has no idea where he’s even heading, but he knows that this is the right direction.
It feels light, and so he follows it, rose clutched in his hand, adorned in thick furs and boots as he trudges through the snow (something he finds he hates now after being intrigued by it). Yet, he falters and pauses before he views the tree from the distance, certain it’s the one because it simply feels right. He clutches the rose tighter, and begins to walk again.
sweetie, you had me
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.
