they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
The embrace goes on longer, and he can feel briefly the smile she gives him, can hear her voice slightly muffled by the way she aligns into his chest, feel the gentle squeeze she gives him — careful enough to not really hurt the bruising, but still enough to remind him of it. And he wonders in that small amount of time if anyone had told him to take his time with things… Had given him the option.
He doesn’t comment on that, instead choosing to pull away until calloused hands meet her own, steel gaze searching pale colorless eyes for an answer to the question — do you want to stay? — answered with her own question, but he can see it in her eyes. That she would, if he did, and he offers her a slight boyish smile at that. “Yes.” She can take the bed and he can take the couch, it doesn’t bother him any.
Somewhat reluctantly, he lets go of her hands. Turning toward the bed and the couch, ensuring the bed has enough furs and what not within it to keep her warm, snatching one from the side to put onto the couch, wondering how warm he’ll end up getting laying on it — if he’ll kick it off in the end anyway — before he sits on the arm of the couch and feathers with an arm toward his bed. “You can take the bed.” He says softly, before settling into one of the seats of the couch to remove his boots.
He doesn’t comment on that, instead choosing to pull away until calloused hands meet her own, steel gaze searching pale colorless eyes for an answer to the question — do you want to stay? — answered with her own question, but he can see it in her eyes. That she would, if he did, and he offers her a slight boyish smile at that. “Yes.” She can take the bed and he can take the couch, it doesn’t bother him any.
Somewhat reluctantly, he lets go of her hands. Turning toward the bed and the couch, ensuring the bed has enough furs and what not within it to keep her warm, snatching one from the side to put onto the couch, wondering how warm he’ll end up getting laying on it — if he’ll kick it off in the end anyway — before he sits on the arm of the couch and feathers with an arm toward his bed. “You can take the bed.” He says softly, before settling into one of the seats of the couch to remove his boots.
does it look like he's still under your control?
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.
