// dance me through the panic 'til i'm gathered safely in
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
An excruciatingly long week ahead, watching while the sun begins to set and with the knowing that Nate would be gone for it. He hopes everything is in order, that Wessex’s promise to him holds true, that his daggers and his sword and the dragon shift he’d shared with the Ascended may come useful to ensuring that Nate comes home.
It’s here that Sunjata stands idly by the window above the large bed, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he watches the skies turn from pink to purple to blue, his dragon wings out in the hopes that it’ll heal decently while Nate’s away and that the doctor might find a surprise when he returns to find Sunjata’s wing in better shape than it had been previously. At least for this week, he has Hotaru, a missing puzzle piece among them and absolutely more than enough to keep him sane until either good news or terrible news befalls them.
He turns from the window with a heavy sigh, moving to grab a glass from the shelf in their room, a bottle with it and pouring a glass for himself and one for Hotaru, before setting the glass down and moving to hand her one, to perch on the edge of the bed, his gaze drifting from the window to her after a few long moments. “It’s going to be… A very long week, Ru.”
It’s here that Sunjata stands idly by the window above the large bed, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he watches the skies turn from pink to purple to blue, his dragon wings out in the hopes that it’ll heal decently while Nate’s away and that the doctor might find a surprise when he returns to find Sunjata’s wing in better shape than it had been previously. At least for this week, he has Hotaru, a missing puzzle piece among them and absolutely more than enough to keep him sane until either good news or terrible news befalls them.
He turns from the window with a heavy sigh, moving to grab a glass from the shelf in their room, a bottle with it and pouring a glass for himself and one for Hotaru, before setting the glass down and moving to hand her one, to perch on the edge of the bed, his gaze drifting from the window to her after a few long moments. “It’s going to be… A very long week, Ru.”
dance me to the end of love
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.
