and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
He works with the string to his bow, focused intently on it that he doesn’t notice when there’s a shuffling that nears, at least not until her voice reaches him – something light and lovely in comparison to what he’s been dealing with over the last few days. And with it, he exhales a small sigh of relief, looking up to spot her in all her pale ivory glory, a smile sent to him and a small nickname given. “Hello Maea.” He hums to her with his own slightly crooked and fanged smile as the shadows lighten from his steel gaze slightly, looking back to his bow to tie off a bit of the tension, before he uses the wall to brace himself to stand.
He doesn’t notice the tension within her, the way her eyes land on the ring, the way she stiffens and how he’d forgotten to take it off – how things had gone wrong in Halo and yet he still wore it, still hadn’t found a chance nor will to tell Phoebe anything with how drunk she’d gotten, how she’d paraded herself around the town as though she were some martyr. The timing hadn’t been right, nothing about it had been right.
But Maea was here, now, and he delves all of his focus into that, trying his best to push aside the swarming and warring terrible feelings within him before he slings his own dark bow along his back, reaching for the two that he’d brought that he thought would suit her best. “I thought we could start with the bow? I’ve got these ones, we just need to make sure the size fits. Then we can adjust the tension after.” He says, stepping toward her with each bow in each hand, held out before him for her to make her decision.
He doesn’t notice the tension within her, the way her eyes land on the ring, the way she stiffens and how he’d forgotten to take it off – how things had gone wrong in Halo and yet he still wore it, still hadn’t found a chance nor will to tell Phoebe anything with how drunk she’d gotten, how she’d paraded herself around the town as though she were some martyr. The timing hadn’t been right, nothing about it had been right.
But Maea was here, now, and he delves all of his focus into that, trying his best to push aside the swarming and warring terrible feelings within him before he slings his own dark bow along his back, reaching for the two that he’d brought that he thought would suit her best. “I thought we could start with the bow? I’ve got these ones, we just need to make sure the size fits. Then we can adjust the tension after.” He says, stepping toward her with each bow in each hand, held out before him for her to make her decision.
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.
