i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
He does huff a soft laugh at her suggestion, offering her a half shake of his head and a half nod, before taking a sip of his drink again. “No snow moss. Windows are closed, everything I need for the weeks are there, and I don’t go outside.” The last time he had, he’d found Locke and brought him back to the Boondocks house and when Nate had stepped out of the door to greet them, something had started launching snowballs at them. He still doesn’t know what, his dragon’s sight unable to see that far in the dark, evidently.
“Spend most of the time reading or trying to sleep because gods know what day or time it is outside.” This is said with a slight wrinkling of his nose – having never had a good LongNight with Nate before without something fucking happening. And since then, plagued with the memories, he keeps to himself those weeks and everyone else is none the wiser.
“Spend most of the time reading or trying to sleep because gods know what day or time it is outside.” This is said with a slight wrinkling of his nose – having never had a good LongNight with Nate before without something fucking happening. And since then, plagued with the memories, he keeps to himself those weeks and everyone else is none the wiser.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
