sleep don't visit, so i choke on sun // and the days blur into one
It was useful, and regardless of just how Wessex means the agreeing words, Sunjata doesn’t care. It hits something easier within him, loosens his shoulders all that much more as he guides her toward the clearing where they might be able to shift. He waits, of course, watching her own shape contort and twist into the dragon shift so much like his own. It’s scarred differently than his, though he doesn’t expect it to be the exact same after all.
When she settles and begins to inspect herself wearing his shift, that’s when Sunjata shifts into the shift that’s nearly become a second home by now. His shape twists into something large as a bus, long wings with a bright pale scar that lines through one of his wings where the membrane tugs a bit harder than the others, and the light peppering of lightning scars that dance along the chest and right side of the Attuned.
The dragon approaches the demigod, steel gaze inspecting her just as much as she inspects herself. You’re going to have to let go of some of your control. He informs her gently, nostrils flaring against the scales that dance along his skin. It has a mind of its own and it’ll be easier to fly if you give into the instincts of it. So saying, the Attuned leans back on his haunches, wings flaring, and he pushes himself up to the sky, wings flapping to take him to the clouds above the jungle’s reach, out of the lingering fingers of the foliage.
When she settles and begins to inspect herself wearing his shift, that’s when Sunjata shifts into the shift that’s nearly become a second home by now. His shape twists into something large as a bus, long wings with a bright pale scar that lines through one of his wings where the membrane tugs a bit harder than the others, and the light peppering of lightning scars that dance along the chest and right side of the Attuned.
The dragon approaches the demigod, steel gaze inspecting her just as much as she inspects herself. You’re going to have to let go of some of your control. He informs her gently, nostrils flaring against the scales that dance along his skin. It has a mind of its own and it’ll be easier to fly if you give into the instincts of it. So saying, the Attuned leans back on his haunches, wings flaring, and he pushes himself up to the sky, wings flapping to take him to the clouds above the jungle’s reach, out of the lingering fingers of the foliage.
and the backs of my eyes hum with things i've never done
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.
