pacific coast highway in the movies, you promised me sunshine, why's it gloomy?
Sunsets in Torchline were perhaps his favorite thing as of late. Especially in Haulani, with the way the water seemed to lap against the edge of the world, the way the sun reflected off each branching wave, the way the buildings of homes cast long dark shadows down the rows of them. And with Deepfrost quickly approaching, the streets were mostly devoid of people – too focused on staying home and preparing rather than leisurely lounging around despite the temperature being still relatively moderate.
He’s leaving the Slagveld after a day of ensuring the ring is cleaned and up to par, after a moment of a workout as well – but this of course leaves a light sheen of sweat along his skin, wearing little more than a sleeveless shirt to let the breeze hit along tattooed skin to cool off, hair a bit mussed from running his hands through it a few too many times. It’d be a long trek back home, and part of him spends the walk down the alley debating on whether or not he should fly home or enjoy the breeze and the walk for what it was.
A few merchants still remain out along the street, and he nods to some of them that recognize him, a few others are granted a quick peek into the wares they sell, though they do so with cautious eyes on the hilt of daggers that can be seen beneath the pockets of his clothing. Still, he ends up with nothing, still in that internal debate and spending the time soaking up the last of the sun’s rays before it dips below the horizon – an aimless wander along the streets he’d helped save what felt like ages ago.
He’s leaving the Slagveld after a day of ensuring the ring is cleaned and up to par, after a moment of a workout as well – but this of course leaves a light sheen of sweat along his skin, wearing little more than a sleeveless shirt to let the breeze hit along tattooed skin to cool off, hair a bit mussed from running his hands through it a few too many times. It’d be a long trek back home, and part of him spends the walk down the alley debating on whether or not he should fly home or enjoy the breeze and the walk for what it was.
A few merchants still remain out along the street, and he nods to some of them that recognize him, a few others are granted a quick peek into the wares they sell, though they do so with cautious eyes on the hilt of daggers that can be seen beneath the pockets of his clothing. Still, he ends up with nothing, still in that internal debate and spending the time soaking up the last of the sun’s rays before it dips below the horizon – an aimless wander along the streets he’d helped save what felt like ages ago.
we'll wait 'til the night to catch the moonbeam
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.
