you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb
and you're getting close
Just when he’d thought he’d heal relatively well from the wound to his gut – the stitches now out to try and finish healing the rest of the way – he ends up getting shot in the neck with an arrow, starting the whole process over once more. At least this one didn’t require stitches, it just… Required bandaging and fixing, waiting until it worked out its issues on its own. Still didn’t mean it didn’t fucking hurt every time he went to talk, every time he moved too much or exercised too much. He could feel his heartbeat thundering in the wound, hissing and wincing as he went, though it meant little in comparison to what he'd gone through with Nate as of late.
This time, however, unlike the last time with the thieves and the one that attacked Nate, he arrives in the Port accompanied. Haai is at his heels, the griffin’s wings tucked in tight as she bounces on her paws with him along the dock, as he spends time glancing into the different shops for something that seemed to peak some sort of interest. He’d noticed James recently, at the party and when they’d all gathered to ask Safrin about the canals, and gods the guy looked like he hadn’t even changed out of the clothes he’d seen him in, what? Last LongNight?
But the man had been right about the beach, about the ocean, had gotten his hopes up. The least he could do was send him something nice. So he peeks his head into the varying shops while it drizzles an almost warm rain outside, in search of some sort of change of clothes so that James might have something else to switch into. If nothing else it at least gives him something else to focus on aside from the endless spirals he seemed to endure, and he's sure Nate's sick of the books he kept coming home with. Might as well expend some of his energy on someone else.
This time, however, unlike the last time with the thieves and the one that attacked Nate, he arrives in the Port accompanied. Haai is at his heels, the griffin’s wings tucked in tight as she bounces on her paws with him along the dock, as he spends time glancing into the different shops for something that seemed to peak some sort of interest. He’d noticed James recently, at the party and when they’d all gathered to ask Safrin about the canals, and gods the guy looked like he hadn’t even changed out of the clothes he’d seen him in, what? Last LongNight?
But the man had been right about the beach, about the ocean, had gotten his hopes up. The least he could do was send him something nice. So he peeks his head into the varying shops while it drizzles an almost warm rain outside, in search of some sort of change of clothes so that James might have something else to switch into. If nothing else it at least gives him something else to focus on aside from the endless spirals he seemed to endure, and he's sure Nate's sick of the books he kept coming home with. Might as well expend some of his energy on someone else.
so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow
and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know
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.
