we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
She turns to face him and his smile is both understanding and easy, like old friends greeting one another again – even if it’s still a fairly new friendship in the grand scheme. He and Wessex have had their ups and downs, but he’s confident in assuming that this is one of the ups. And given the twisting tide of his relationships since arriving here, he cherishes it and clings to it as much as he can. “Definitely the emotional masochist.” He drawls with a hint of humor, trying to alleviate her thoughts. They both know that she’s a fighter, but at the end of the day you could be a fighter and still have your bad days too. The days where you’re swallowed up whole with no way out.
He's far more familiar with that than he wants to admit. “Me too, though.” He shrugs, stepping closer to peer at the raccoons, his gaze lifting immediately at the congratulations, shaking his head to shake it off. “I… Thanks, Wessex.” He says instead of denying the congratulations. He huffs a quiet laugh regardless. “I just want to help and if that means being the guy that makes the hard decisions when they need to be made, then I’ll do it.” Because he won’t be here forever. “I was meaning to come and see you anyway. Wanted to talk about the state of things and relics and what you all might need from me in the upcoming days.” But that conversation doesn’t have to be dropped on him immediately. Just a seed planted in Wessex’s mind that if she wanted to make a list of the things he can work on from her experience, he wants to see it.
“But it looks like you’re about to make some raccoons?” He raises a brow, jutting his chin toward the counter.
He's far more familiar with that than he wants to admit. “Me too, though.” He shrugs, stepping closer to peer at the raccoons, his gaze lifting immediately at the congratulations, shaking his head to shake it off. “I… Thanks, Wessex.” He says instead of denying the congratulations. He huffs a quiet laugh regardless. “I just want to help and if that means being the guy that makes the hard decisions when they need to be made, then I’ll do it.” Because he won’t be here forever. “I was meaning to come and see you anyway. Wanted to talk about the state of things and relics and what you all might need from me in the upcoming days.” But that conversation doesn’t have to be dropped on him immediately. Just a seed planted in Wessex’s mind that if she wanted to make a list of the things he can work on from her experience, he wants to see it.
“But it looks like you’re about to make some raccoons?” He raises a brow, jutting his chin toward the counter.
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
