no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
The mention of a party has his head tilting, eyes still shut behind the blindfold even as he tries to get rid of the tears that threaten to burn. He swallows hard, exhaling and inhaling in slow movements, he listens as Frey offers the suggestion, remaining silent to recover as much as he can and take in everything they say.
After a few moments, he nods, feeling Frey’s hands at his shoulders. “That sounds good.” He agrees softly, wondering just how well it’ll work to distract him, wondering if he’s a bit of a poor sport at the party with everyone all tangled up with their partners wouldn’t sour the mood.
But he’ll try, because at least it’s something. “I can send invites out. Will it be next season?” Or is it just an announcement that one will be held, to get things in order, and the date revealed at a later time.
After a few moments, he nods, feeling Frey’s hands at his shoulders. “That sounds good.” He agrees softly, wondering just how well it’ll work to distract him, wondering if he’s a bit of a poor sport at the party with everyone all tangled up with their partners wouldn’t sour the mood.
But he’ll try, because at least it’s something. “I can send invites out. Will it be next season?” Or is it just an announcement that one will be held, to get things in order, and the date revealed at a later time.
the flood
with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
