forced myself to take a different name
buried with metonymy
The smile Safrin gives him, he finds soon reflected on his own. Genuine, not a plastered mask to hide what’s within. Mainly due to the changes within, he’s different now anyway. And he can’t help but to simply enjoy the presence there for what it is. Safrin had graced him, had blessed him, had made him one of hers, and something within him settles even further as feathers shift back to skin, as scars and tattoos find their normal places once again.
She draws nearer then, a starlit hand to stroke along his jaw, and his steel eyes lift to scan her face with the comment. And he nods once more as she withdraws her hand and starlight begins to envelop her. Soon, he decides, he’ll likely look for her in every moment. Sun or moon, she said she would be there. And it is there that he’ll look. After all, it’s the least he can do for the gift she’s given him.
{fin! <3}
She draws nearer then, a starlit hand to stroke along his jaw, and his steel eyes lift to scan her face with the comment. And he nods once more as she withdraws her hand and starlight begins to envelop her. Soon, he decides, he’ll likely look for her in every moment. Sun or moon, she said she would be there. And it is there that he’ll look. After all, it’s the least he can do for the gift she’s given him.
{fin! <3}
throw the man you used to be away
bury him with rivalry, entirely
SUNJATA
the flood
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.
