// i had enough, i need your innocence. don't let up. just give me your love
give me your release, i need your healing, of your touch, i can take it, i can take the pain //
give me your release, i need your healing, of your touch, i can take it, i can take the pain //
“I suppose.” He agrees tentatively, content to stay in his little bubble, letting Ronin’s cheerfulness chip away at his sorrows. The Star has always been good at that in the way nobody else has been for him, joking and jesting and trying to bring the good mood out of those that need it. The clack of a lobster claw against his own does it this time, sparking a slight snort to leave him as he shakes his head. If he was in a better mood, he might have even snatched the claw from the Star in an effort for a playful brawl.
But he isn’t, though he is feeling a bit better. The claws shift away to his fingers and the armor plating along his neck and shoulders begin to disappear, to smooth white fur tinted blue. “I’m not sure it wise to speak with her until I’ve finished the quest she’s given Torchline.” He murmurs thoughtfully, shrugging his shoulders. “And I’m not typically one to see her for chats alone. A apology, perhaps? I want to find out what happened with Nate… But.” They both know how much Safrin appreciated both their husbands. If it could be negative numbers, it would be.
So he clinks his glass with Ronin’s and takes a sip from it, nursing it as he settles to let the food make way, still unsure of the last time he’d eaten, and instead leans back against the bar stool to pull out cigarettes from that fancy glass drawer. “That’s fine. I just would like to know.” Given everything, he thinks it’s the least that could be granted. He strikes the match and lights the cigarette, taking a deep inhale before letting it sit in his lungs.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you’d eat it all yourself.” He comments, letting that edge, that ghost, of a smile cross his face again.
But he isn’t, though he is feeling a bit better. The claws shift away to his fingers and the armor plating along his neck and shoulders begin to disappear, to smooth white fur tinted blue. “I’m not sure it wise to speak with her until I’ve finished the quest she’s given Torchline.” He murmurs thoughtfully, shrugging his shoulders. “And I’m not typically one to see her for chats alone. A apology, perhaps? I want to find out what happened with Nate… But.” They both know how much Safrin appreciated both their husbands. If it could be negative numbers, it would be.
So he clinks his glass with Ronin’s and takes a sip from it, nursing it as he settles to let the food make way, still unsure of the last time he’d eaten, and instead leans back against the bar stool to pull out cigarettes from that fancy glass drawer. “That’s fine. I just would like to know.” Given everything, he thinks it’s the least that could be granted. He strikes the match and lights the cigarette, taking a deep inhale before letting it sit in his lungs.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you’d eat it all yourself.” He comments, letting that edge, that ghost, of a smile cross his face again.
it's all for you, for you, for you. it's always been for you
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.
