the sea speaks a little more honestly
The world around her shifts and changes with the step he takes toward her. Honestly, it’s somewhat confusing, but he doesn’t balk from it – instead he’s far more intrigued by the way she seems large enough to devour him and yet small enough he could carry her away. But it’s her face he focuses on instead, especially when the spot along his chest begins to bloom in something that feels hot and electric, flame that spirals through his veins that cause him to stop midstep, jaw clenching against the feeling.
Her whisper is met with a more intense gaze, feeling her hand as it tangles into the dark waves – so close now, and yet so far it seems. His breath picks up, unable to keep against it as the task is set out before him. Blood of every race, justice served. The latter, sparks something deep and rebounding within him that has his breath hitching slightly, a memory, a fraction of thought that settles in his soul yet again.
Exactly who he was meant to become, only he had changed that guiding light in favor for the shadows.
He doesn’t get to dwell on it long, however, focusing on setting it away to mull over later when he feels her against him, as if its through the cloak he wears and the rain that drips along his shoulders from the storm raging outside. And she kisses him again, electric and fiery, an explosion of heat and warmth, almost like a brand or a gunshot, something strong that it certainly does take his breath away – ignites something within him that where before when he had been Attuned, he’d been too distracted by as a bird. Now, he’s himself, with her – until he’s not.
She’s gone in smoke, and he’s left atop the lighthouse, panting and reaching up to rest an arm along the wall to brace himself, his other hand reaching up to rub against his temple. And when he finally is able to focus again, he spots the ornate daggers along where she had once been. “Thank you.” He says quietly despite her absence, somewhat amused while he still recovers, picking up the daggers to inspect them in the flickering light of the candles and the storm still raging outside.
Her whisper is met with a more intense gaze, feeling her hand as it tangles into the dark waves – so close now, and yet so far it seems. His breath picks up, unable to keep against it as the task is set out before him. Blood of every race, justice served. The latter, sparks something deep and rebounding within him that has his breath hitching slightly, a memory, a fraction of thought that settles in his soul yet again.
Exactly who he was meant to become, only he had changed that guiding light in favor for the shadows.
He doesn’t get to dwell on it long, however, focusing on setting it away to mull over later when he feels her against him, as if its through the cloak he wears and the rain that drips along his shoulders from the storm raging outside. And she kisses him again, electric and fiery, an explosion of heat and warmth, almost like a brand or a gunshot, something strong that it certainly does take his breath away – ignites something within him that where before when he had been Attuned, he’d been too distracted by as a bird. Now, he’s himself, with her – until he’s not.
She’s gone in smoke, and he’s left atop the lighthouse, panting and reaching up to rest an arm along the wall to brace himself, his other hand reaching up to rub against his temple. And when he finally is able to focus again, he spots the ornate daggers along where she had once been. “Thank you.” He says quietly despite her absence, somewhat amused while he still recovers, picking up the daggers to inspect them in the flickering light of the candles and the storm still raging outside.
to those who are willing to drown
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.
