no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
It’s so quiet, enough that the crunching of the snow beneath his boots sounds like it might echo as he approaches closer, hanging at her side as she speaks and he peers at whatever it was that had captured her attention so fiercely. His head tilts, focusing on it, trying to rack his brain around whether he recognized it, before he shakes his head and steps closer toward it to peer into its depths. It’s dark and he sees nothing as the light fades within it.
“No, I haven’t.” He murmurs softly, not exactly wanting to be the downer today but between his panic from her disappearing before finding her, he bites his tongue against mentioning that he highly doubted the wishing well would work, given that the things he’d wish for would be impossible to get.
So he steps back and casts a glance back over toward her. “I’m rarely out this far these days, though.” So maybe it has always been there?
“No, I haven’t.” He murmurs softly, not exactly wanting to be the downer today but between his panic from her disappearing before finding her, he bites his tongue against mentioning that he highly doubted the wishing well would work, given that the things he’d wish for would be impossible to get.
So he steps back and casts a glance back over toward her. “I’m rarely out this far these days, though.” So maybe it has always been there?
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.
