and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
He catches the raise of her eyebrows, wondering if he’s caught her off guard, but his smirk never leaves his lips as he continues to let his steel gaze meet hers. “There are ways.” He hums to her with a small amount of amusement before his own brows raise and his smirk grows a bit brighter. “Priestess, is that what they call you? I’ve had a number of nicknames but never one so… Dignified.” His voice drops a bit lower on the last word before he snorts and pulls back a bit to explain the interaction with Frey.
A knowing glance from his gaze and the same smirk that remains on his freckled face is granted her way. “Not anymore. I’m afraid I don’t go and visit Frey much anymore ever since I kissed Safrin.” Perhaps it’s a bit shit eating, but he’s amused by this conversation and he scans her face to see how she takes the fact that he’d kissed the goddess of the stars.
But it doesn’t last as he tells her the story of the monsters, withdrawing from the closeness of her to mix her another drink. “There were buttons of a sort that could only be opened with a heartbeat. They used the poor man to open the door before killing him and coming inside.” His tone is a bit more matter of fact at this point. “Don’t transform, no. They just take. As for what it said? It said ‘too late’. They’d already gotten in.” He tilts his head to her at this, finishing the drink up and sliding it over to her, taking the empty glass before he leans along the top of the bar again toward her.
“Half of the grounds were in the Temple. We closed off the Rathskeller and let it burn, taking the monsters with it.” He explains a bit offhandedly, until his gaze snaps to hers with amusement at her comment. “Mm, well, I’m not quite finished with mine yet.” He winks once more, sliding his own glass toward him still just under half full.
A knowing glance from his gaze and the same smirk that remains on his freckled face is granted her way. “Not anymore. I’m afraid I don’t go and visit Frey much anymore ever since I kissed Safrin.” Perhaps it’s a bit shit eating, but he’s amused by this conversation and he scans her face to see how she takes the fact that he’d kissed the goddess of the stars.
But it doesn’t last as he tells her the story of the monsters, withdrawing from the closeness of her to mix her another drink. “There were buttons of a sort that could only be opened with a heartbeat. They used the poor man to open the door before killing him and coming inside.” His tone is a bit more matter of fact at this point. “Don’t transform, no. They just take. As for what it said? It said ‘too late’. They’d already gotten in.” He tilts his head to her at this, finishing the drink up and sliding it over to her, taking the empty glass before he leans along the top of the bar again toward her.
“Half of the grounds were in the Temple. We closed off the Rathskeller and let it burn, taking the monsters with it.” He explains a bit offhandedly, until his gaze snaps to hers with amusement at her comment. “Mm, well, I’m not quite finished with mine yet.” He winks once more, sliding his own glass toward him still just under half full.
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.
