don't you know i'm no good for you?
Her blurted out question distracts him enough that he forgets about the water, about the magic, letting his little swirled pocket of water drop to the ground as he turns to face her more fully as he shakes his head. “No, I couldn’t.” He murmurs. If he had been in a shift, that would have been different… But as he’s been learning recently, things were different with the demigod powers that settle in his skin. Some things remained and some things had changed.
He does frown to hear that she’s in the same boat, scanning her freckled face and jade eyes before he looks away from her again toward the field behind her, unsure what to say to that other than ‘I’m sorry’, and while a lot of things were his fault, he doesn’t think that in particular is his fault. So he refrains, only offering a dip of his chin in acknowledgement.
But she startles and his brows inch together just as hers do, and he realizes it a bit belatedly, bringing the pale arm with lightning scars running up and down it into his field of view. “I betrayed Safrin by becoming a Frey demigod… They burned her out of me, took the tattoos and scrubbed my bones and everything.” He lifts his gaze from the tattoo-less arm to her face, something less confused in his gaze as he stares at her quite plainly, shoulders shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal.
As if him nearly dying wasn’t a big deal.
He does frown to hear that she’s in the same boat, scanning her freckled face and jade eyes before he looks away from her again toward the field behind her, unsure what to say to that other than ‘I’m sorry’, and while a lot of things were his fault, he doesn’t think that in particular is his fault. So he refrains, only offering a dip of his chin in acknowledgement.
But she startles and his brows inch together just as hers do, and he realizes it a bit belatedly, bringing the pale arm with lightning scars running up and down it into his field of view. “I betrayed Safrin by becoming a Frey demigod… They burned her out of me, took the tattoos and scrubbed my bones and everything.” He lifts his gaze from the tattoo-less arm to her face, something less confused in his gaze as he stares at her quite plainly, shoulders shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal.
As if him nearly dying wasn’t a big deal.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
