no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
There’s a soft breath that slips from his lips at her apology, his shoulder rising and falling in a small shrug, casting his steel gaze over toward her as she looks to the sky. “It’s okay.” He hadn’t expected to worry so much in the first place, and yet here they were. Here he was, worried enough to search for her and make sure nothing had happened.
Not that he thinks that anything would happen from an outside force now that the war was over. But that’s beside the point.
His suggestion, though, is contemplated while she grabs the rope to the sled and he wonders whether he should offer to pull it, when she responds. “There is an advantage.” He agrees – how often had he gone trying to numb it out? But the whole point was that he could. “There’s also a disadvantage with not being able to sleep it through or having your favorite comfort food.” He steps over to take the rope from her instead of asking and flashes her a small smile. “Pros and cons to both, I suppose.”
Even with the hell he’d gone through, the pain was part of what made it feel real.
Not that he thinks that anything would happen from an outside force now that the war was over. But that’s beside the point.
His suggestion, though, is contemplated while she grabs the rope to the sled and he wonders whether he should offer to pull it, when she responds. “There is an advantage.” He agrees – how often had he gone trying to numb it out? But the whole point was that he could. “There’s also a disadvantage with not being able to sleep it through or having your favorite comfort food.” He steps over to take the rope from her instead of asking and flashes her a small smile. “Pros and cons to both, I suppose.”
Even with the hell he’d gone through, the pain was part of what made it feel real.
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.
