and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
There’s a small smile that blooms along his face at her comment of being in Halo just as long. He doesn’t envy her in the slightest. “I suppose you’ll at least get to enjoy warmer weather here, hm?” An accented, playful answer as the days grow warmer and the snow goes back to whatever hell it came from (Halo, likely). But he tells her he’s met Frey, before Safrin and becoming Attuned, and she seems intrigued enough that he leans a bit forward on the bar to regard her question.
“Let’s just say I’m glad I was one of the few that was able to leave the encounter with my clothes intact, though perhaps a bit flushed.” There’s more amusement to that as he leans back slightly, lips curling into the briefest of smirks before he grabs a glass and pours himself a small amount of the gin that Remi had gifted him, sipping from it lightly as he regards her next set of information, the way her face angles into the fire so he can’t quite see the darkness that cascades.
But he can, and he does, for a similar shadow hides across his face when she speaks of Halo. But masks were just that, in the end.
The comment of the Rift doesn’t ring a bell to him (though he had been there once before, briefly – in Helovia too, though the man has no memories of it, of that other life he’d lead), but he still meets her eyes as she looks back to him, crimson and vibrant against the firelight. “Afraid not.” Another rise and fall of his tattooed shoulders, though he is a small amount surprised when she tells him that she doesn’t blame him for avoiding Halo.
“Would you have avoided it if you could have? Can’t imagine this place is much better.” He gestures to the whole of the Hollowed Grounds beyond the walls of the bar he’d put together, glass in one hand and his other hand open as though he can gesture to all of it. “I’m only avoiding Halo off of personal reasons. But I’ve heard there’s an ocean with warm beaches out there somewhere. And when it’s found, I'm absolutely going there.” He smirks, leaning back along the bar and tilting his head to her slightly.
“Let’s just say I’m glad I was one of the few that was able to leave the encounter with my clothes intact, though perhaps a bit flushed.” There’s more amusement to that as he leans back slightly, lips curling into the briefest of smirks before he grabs a glass and pours himself a small amount of the gin that Remi had gifted him, sipping from it lightly as he regards her next set of information, the way her face angles into the fire so he can’t quite see the darkness that cascades.
But he can, and he does, for a similar shadow hides across his face when she speaks of Halo. But masks were just that, in the end.
The comment of the Rift doesn’t ring a bell to him (though he had been there once before, briefly – in Helovia too, though the man has no memories of it, of that other life he’d lead), but he still meets her eyes as she looks back to him, crimson and vibrant against the firelight. “Afraid not.” Another rise and fall of his tattooed shoulders, though he is a small amount surprised when she tells him that she doesn’t blame him for avoiding Halo.
“Would you have avoided it if you could have? Can’t imagine this place is much better.” He gestures to the whole of the Hollowed Grounds beyond the walls of the bar he’d put together, glass in one hand and his other hand open as though he can gesture to all of it. “I’m only avoiding Halo off of personal reasons. But I’ve heard there’s an ocean with warm beaches out there somewhere. And when it’s found, I'm absolutely going there.” He smirks, leaning back along the bar and tilting his head to her slightly.
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bullet proof
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.
