i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
It was a tender moment – one of those that Sunjata works hard to commit to his memory – memory that had its issues given the years leading up to the war. So far, though, he’s managed to not forget too much, and for that he thinks it’s a win. This moment, however, will go into the archives of his mind as one of their better ones, hopefully enough to block out the arguments they’d had now that there had been lessons learned from them.
So his smile is soft as he nods, watching her run her hands over the edge of the book in a gentle swath of motion, no longer fire and brimstone but gentle and soft, as easily as a bee might drift from petal to petal. “You’re welcome, heuningby.” He murmurs gently, reaching out with his lightning scarred hand to push the trinket a little bit closer toward her, just to make sure it isn’t forgotten in the place of the book and tinctures.
“There are a lot of great notes and instructions in there.” And the more one read the pages, the more they could hear the way Nate had talked – translated in the way he’d written down the instructions, in the notes left behind. Written out in ways that made his heart ache over and over and over again.
So his smile is soft as he nods, watching her run her hands over the edge of the book in a gentle swath of motion, no longer fire and brimstone but gentle and soft, as easily as a bee might drift from petal to petal. “You’re welcome, heuningby.” He murmurs gently, reaching out with his lightning scarred hand to push the trinket a little bit closer toward her, just to make sure it isn’t forgotten in the place of the book and tinctures.
“There are a lot of great notes and instructions in there.” And the more one read the pages, the more they could hear the way Nate had talked – translated in the way he’d written down the instructions, in the notes left behind. Written out in ways that made his heart ache over and over and over again.
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.
