// 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 //
He withdraws from the kiss to scan her face, to see that glimmer of steadfast choices made before his eyes. His stomach churns again, the bond quieting while she tightens her hand at his neck, scarred lips forming a soft frown. But before he can work out the words he wants to say, she continues, doubling down on her decision to go with him when the time comes – unless, of course, it’s a similar thing to what happened between he and Nate, were he to be called away and leave her behind.
It's a thought still so fresh that he cowers internally from it, doesn’t voice it, doesn’t even let the blip of the route his mind has taken come to the surface. But this isn’t an argument that he wants to have today, not when such new and beautiful things were coming, not when their house was just over the hills of flowers, ready to be built for a future that should in theory last longer. Even if he knows realistically that the chances of her going before him were far higher than his own.
He withdraws somewhat more, to return to the cigarette between his fingers, flicking the ash into the air off to the side with a soft little “alright,” unsure what else to say in the face of her decision. At least, until her smile shifts lopsidedly and speaks on Frey and he shakes his head slightly. “I don’t think Frey makes the choices in that.” He admits, tone shifting from so weary into uncertainty. “I think in my case it’s tied in with the magic I have. I can control water, so what are the chances that I’d be able to drown in it?” Likely if he were incapacitated, but, it wouldn’t be like that day on Torchline’s hills where he’d launched himself over the edge with his father.
He'd be able to control it, a king of the sea, wielding the very thing that could be his permanent demise.
“Fairly rare, right? Something would have to go terribly wrong for it to be the thing that takes me out consciously.” He poses the question curiously, steel eyes returning to her face as he drags from the cigarette again.
It's a thought still so fresh that he cowers internally from it, doesn’t voice it, doesn’t even let the blip of the route his mind has taken come to the surface. But this isn’t an argument that he wants to have today, not when such new and beautiful things were coming, not when their house was just over the hills of flowers, ready to be built for a future that should in theory last longer. Even if he knows realistically that the chances of her going before him were far higher than his own.
He withdraws somewhat more, to return to the cigarette between his fingers, flicking the ash into the air off to the side with a soft little “alright,” unsure what else to say in the face of her decision. At least, until her smile shifts lopsidedly and speaks on Frey and he shakes his head slightly. “I don’t think Frey makes the choices in that.” He admits, tone shifting from so weary into uncertainty. “I think in my case it’s tied in with the magic I have. I can control water, so what are the chances that I’d be able to drown in it?” Likely if he were incapacitated, but, it wouldn’t be like that day on Torchline’s hills where he’d launched himself over the edge with his father.
He'd be able to control it, a king of the sea, wielding the very thing that could be his permanent demise.
“Fairly rare, right? Something would have to go terribly wrong for it to be the thing that takes me out consciously.” He poses the question curiously, steel eyes returning to her face as he drags from the cigarette again.
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.
