is this heartache we can fix?
in the morning when we wake?
He can feel the worried sense that Loren sends to him, and he wishes to shy away from it, to ignore it, pretend it doesn’t exist as it adds to his own unsteady feelings. And of course, the mention of the notice board doesn’t help much. His head turns away from Loren, a feline sigh leaving him as his tail curls back around the branch. He supposes that perhaps he should be up front about it, as much as it hurts to say it. It’s the first time he’s telling anyone, the first time it falls from his lips that she’s gone again.
At least this way he can just send it over, think it over rather than feeling the words mull over his tongue again and again. She’s gone. He begins, trying to keep it short so the feelings don’t tumble through the bond, but he knows that it’s not a good enough answer, and his ears flatten against his skull as they flow through anyway. A certain kind of hurt, heartbreak crossing the distance between the panther and the badger. She’s dead. Again.”
At least this way he can just send it over, think it over rather than feeling the words mull over his tongue again and again. She’s gone. He begins, trying to keep it short so the feelings don’t tumble through the bond, but he knows that it’s not a good enough answer, and his ears flatten against his skull as they flow through anyway. A certain kind of hurt, heartbreak crossing the distance between the panther and the badger. She’s dead. Again.”
when i'm sober, would you stay?
SUNJATA
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.
