but i come to life, come to life
some princes don't become kings
He hopes so severely that the other kids aren’t the triplets, making a mental note to pay a visit to Phoebe soon – once he feels less like shit, once the tightness in his chest lets up. And he takes a deep drag from the cigarette, flicking the ash to the side as he nods to Oliver – clearly bothered by all the loss – but there was nothing he could do about it now was there? He could help with the recovery efforts, help with getting people to the Infirmary and College. But it wouldn’t bring anyone back.
He exhales a plume of smoke, reaching up to rub at the bridge of his nose, before the hand lifts to run through his hair and snag at the horns that sweep back from his forehead. One finger taps against the golden edge, listening as Oliver tells Melita that she has nothing to apologize for. “The more these things happen, the more I wonder what layer of hell they’ve dropped us into.” He rumbles, leaning back in his chair before his breath hitches slightly and he puts out the cigarette, leaning back to inhale and break through the tightness, the start of the crackling within his lungs.
“For now, all we can do is help with the recovery efforts.” That can be their good karma, for their failure in ensuring it didn’t reach the festival.
He exhales a plume of smoke, reaching up to rub at the bridge of his nose, before the hand lifts to run through his hair and snag at the horns that sweep back from his forehead. One finger taps against the golden edge, listening as Oliver tells Melita that she has nothing to apologize for. “The more these things happen, the more I wonder what layer of hell they’ve dropped us into.” He rumbles, leaning back in his chair before his breath hitches slightly and he puts out the cigarette, leaning back to inhale and break through the tightness, the start of the crackling within his lungs.
“For now, all we can do is help with the recovery efforts.” That can be their good karma, for their failure in ensuring it didn’t reach the festival.
even at the best of times,
i'm out of my mind
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.
