forced myself to take a different name
buried with metonymy
“For me?” He hears her, dark eyes lifting to scan along the goddess’ face, full of interest and intrigue. And when she tells him, he nods with a bounce of blue feathers and golden skin. Of course, he finds it to be small in comparison to what she’d done for him, the change to his life. But if it’s what she wishes, he can absolutely spread the word about the goddess of the stars. And perhaps, spend a few more nights outside simply looking to them. I will. A vow given.
But the feeling with the question, the wisp of the answer to his question when he had been expecting something bigger, reminds him of Korofi, of Lusea, when they had planned the little edges to their world before he’d brought it to ruin. And he inhales a bit sharply, passing over it as she extends a hand to his navy blue plumage on his chest, and the feathers puff and furl with the comment she gives. He tucks his wings in tight along his back, his long tail fanning as he leans into her touch. He has no way to say that blue is his color, but it’s certainly the best. It has everything to do with the color. He admits, coyly with a beaky grin, all confidence in himself disappearing in the form of navy blues and the starry eyes of a goddess.
But the feeling with the question, the wisp of the answer to his question when he had been expecting something bigger, reminds him of Korofi, of Lusea, when they had planned the little edges to their world before he’d brought it to ruin. And he inhales a bit sharply, passing over it as she extends a hand to his navy blue plumage on his chest, and the feathers puff and furl with the comment she gives. He tucks his wings in tight along his back, his long tail fanning as he leans into her touch. He has no way to say that blue is his color, but it’s certainly the best. It has everything to do with the color. He admits, coyly with a beaky grin, all confidence in himself disappearing in the form of navy blues and the starry eyes of a goddess.
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.
