// with each love i cut loose, i was never the same
watching still living roots be consumed by the flame //
watching still living roots be consumed by the flame //
They make a good team, between the water and the way he can coat the surface for her electricity to strike. And soon he watches as the kite dives down and down in a smoking whirlwind of disaster until it hits the ground with a loud thump, more smoke billowing from its charred wooden skeleton. And he laughs alongside her, dispelling the water magic so it evaporates back into the air into nothing as she puts her weaponry away.
He straightens out his shirt, shaking his head. “None so far. Whattya say we get your kite and go grab something to eat?” He’s starving to say the least. But once Melita collects her things, he guides her back toward the Refuge where he knows a few little marketplaces sit that harbor plenty of options for meals.
- FIN <333
He straightens out his shirt, shaking his head. “None so far. Whattya say we get your kite and go grab something to eat?” He’s starving to say the least. But once Melita collects her things, he guides her back toward the Refuge where he knows a few little marketplaces sit that harbor plenty of options for meals.
- FIN <333
the flood
// i was fixed on your hand of gold //
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.
