is this heartache we can fix?
in the morning when we wake?
Light and good in his life? Something worth living for? The only thing he can think of is the ocean, but even that has a pang of regret because of the hopes of bringing Lusea there – of bringing her to true water. Perhaps he can still make that a possibility, if she ever peers on him from Mort’s realm. The panther doesn’t move when the badger nuzzles him, hardly does anything other than let his whiskers flicker uncertainly.
I kissed a goddess after cheating on her. He offers offhandedly, as though it didn’t mean much because his loyalty had been tossed down the drain since the blight. He wants to say something in response to the bar, how it should have been his and Lusea’s, and to only have it be his hurts a bit more than he can say. But it does give him pause, head turning to look at the badger as he mentions the Devil’s Advocates, eyes narrowing slightly. Not exactly a thieves guild anymore. Maybe when it started but I’m not a thief. He rumbles, somewhere internally thankful for that distraction in and of itself.
A puff of air leaves him when he focuses on the badger again, a single quiet nod given to the man. He didn’t know much about Loren, but what he did know, seemed like they aligned in some ways more than others, more than what was comfortable. The suggestion, the hope that Loren sends back is met with a quiet hollow feeling on his end of the bond, before he finally decides and his ears flatten again in his uncertainty. We can try. He concedes, claws digging into the branch with the thought. What did you have in mind?
I kissed a goddess after cheating on her. He offers offhandedly, as though it didn’t mean much because his loyalty had been tossed down the drain since the blight. He wants to say something in response to the bar, how it should have been his and Lusea’s, and to only have it be his hurts a bit more than he can say. But it does give him pause, head turning to look at the badger as he mentions the Devil’s Advocates, eyes narrowing slightly. Not exactly a thieves guild anymore. Maybe when it started but I’m not a thief. He rumbles, somewhere internally thankful for that distraction in and of itself.
A puff of air leaves him when he focuses on the badger again, a single quiet nod given to the man. He didn’t know much about Loren, but what he did know, seemed like they aligned in some ways more than others, more than what was comfortable. The suggestion, the hope that Loren sends back is met with a quiet hollow feeling on his end of the bond, before he finally decides and his ears flatten again in his uncertainty. We can try. He concedes, claws digging into the branch with the thought. What did you have in mind?
when i'm sober, would you stay?
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.
