// the edge is getting closer, it's a long spiral down. it's so fun to fly 'til you hit the ground
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
“Why not?” He asks, his voice flat as he tears his attention away, the hand rising to pinch the bridge of his nose, to press at the temple where a headache is starting to form. “Think I’m gonna jump? Tried to a couple’ve times. Never worked before.” And it hadn’t, and despite the discomfort and upset and rage in his chest, Nate would still come back. At some point. Eventually.
He huffs a sound of annoyance, not directed entirely at Isla but the situation in and of itself, the hand on his head dropping so that he might be able to gesture around. “I walked here, didn’t I? Besides. I can fly. Or crawl. Or slither.” He’d manage, he always did.
He doesn’t exactly expect the apology to hurt as bad as it does, though, and he frowns, drawing his legs up tighter, closing himself off so that he can try to focus on holding his tongue. It isn’t Isla’s fault. None of this was. It was kind of his wasn’t it?
He’d given them the dragons. The scars are still healing on his neck from where he’d given his shift up.
“I’m only here, doing this, because Wessex wouldn’t let me leave to get him.” But gods how he wanted to. How he needed to.
He huffs a sound of annoyance, not directed entirely at Isla but the situation in and of itself, the hand on his head dropping so that he might be able to gesture around. “I walked here, didn’t I? Besides. I can fly. Or crawl. Or slither.” He’d manage, he always did.
He doesn’t exactly expect the apology to hurt as bad as it does, though, and he frowns, drawing his legs up tighter, closing himself off so that he can try to focus on holding his tongue. It isn’t Isla’s fault. None of this was. It was kind of his wasn’t it?
He’d given them the dragons. The scars are still healing on his neck from where he’d given his shift up.
“I’m only here, doing this, because Wessex wouldn’t let me leave to get him.” But gods how he wanted to. How he needed to.
it's hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands
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.
