// and i love vermont, but it's the season of the sticks and i
saw your mom, she forgot that i existed //
saw your mom, she forgot that i existed //
He doesn’t mean to get Edmund soaked with his water magic, trying to use part of it the second the spar is over to suck out some of the liquid remaining in the Ancient’s clothes. Whether or not it works is anyone’s guess, but he flashes the young man an easier smile and a low hum of a chuckle. “Practice makes perfect.” And he’s been practicing for longer than Edmund’s been alive. But that’s neither here nor there – the demigod stepping toward the Ancient to swing an arm over his shoulders, guiding him back toward the little tent set up.
“How about we get you dried up and get something on the fire?” He asks, intent on Edmund sitting himself down by the fire and Sunjata catching them something to cook on it , biding the time with idle chatter while it cooks before Sunjata will eventually leave Edmund back to his own little quest on figuring out the craters, while he returns back to the House of Midnight to ensure everything is running smoothly in his absence.
FIN <3333
“How about we get you dried up and get something on the fire?” He asks, intent on Edmund sitting himself down by the fire and Sunjata catching them something to cook on it , biding the time with idle chatter while it cooks before Sunjata will eventually leave Edmund back to his own little quest on figuring out the craters, while he returns back to the House of Midnight to ensure everything is running smoothly in his absence.
FIN <3333
the flood
// and it's half my fault, but i just like to play the victim //
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.
