// the past is just a bridge we burned down behind us
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
As far as he was concerned, the day so far had been a success. The plot for their house picked amongst the bustling and beautiful flowers of Meadowreach, marked with posts to come back to and start the process of turning the bare earth into their home. Of course, it’s something that will happen later, given the time of day, and not wanting to bore Hotaru with more gatherings of putting together a building before she lives here full time.
So the walk back is nice, the air ruffling his hair freely, the weight of nothing on his shoulders as she slips her arm into his and his head tilts down toward her with an easy smile, one that falters with the realization. “I’m sorry. I was trying to find a good time and then it just, slipped from my mind.” Which is partially true, given that he’d held onto it tight for a private moment, to relay the one speck of magic he hadn’t wanted.
But their steps slow to a stop and he turns to face her more fully, warm hands lifting to her cheeks to tilt her head up as he leans in for a soft apologetic kiss. “It went well. No surprise children.” He jests lightly even if the joke ends with a quiet sigh, unsure whether or not it was safe to joke about it yet or not. “Apparently with all the self reflection and work on King’s End and myself, I’ve earned a lot of rewards from them.” And he pauses, for the first time in her full sight his nervousness and excitement cracks across his scars in a clap of pale blue lightning. “Supposedly surpassing Remi and Ronin somehow.” His hands slip from her face to her shoulders, fingertips toying with the golden waves of her hair as his nervousness over one particular magic manifests in the navy blue feathers that sprout around his neck.
So the walk back is nice, the air ruffling his hair freely, the weight of nothing on his shoulders as she slips her arm into his and his head tilts down toward her with an easy smile, one that falters with the realization. “I’m sorry. I was trying to find a good time and then it just, slipped from my mind.” Which is partially true, given that he’d held onto it tight for a private moment, to relay the one speck of magic he hadn’t wanted.
But their steps slow to a stop and he turns to face her more fully, warm hands lifting to her cheeks to tilt her head up as he leans in for a soft apologetic kiss. “It went well. No surprise children.” He jests lightly even if the joke ends with a quiet sigh, unsure whether or not it was safe to joke about it yet or not. “Apparently with all the self reflection and work on King’s End and myself, I’ve earned a lot of rewards from them.” And he pauses, for the first time in her full sight his nervousness and excitement cracks across his scars in a clap of pale blue lightning. “Supposedly surpassing Remi and Ronin somehow.” His hands slip from her face to her shoulders, fingertips toying with the golden waves of her hair as his nervousness over one particular magic manifests in the navy blue feathers that sprout around his neck.
the flood
// of our disaster when we left this town
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
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.
