and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
He doesn’t look at her as she rubs at the sore muscles, tries to relieve the tension, focusing on the target instead. And when she speaks, he gives her a slight nod of his horned head as he focuses on the target. “I can try to talk to Safrin about it.” He offers, unsure when Safrin may respond to him, if she ever would – if he could bring it up. An option, at the very least, to try and open it up without the portals connecting it all. If they could tame it…
And then what?
He’s thankful for the way she takes her break, short and easy before picking it up and he watches her curiously as she struggles with the tightness, the sweat that begins to bead along her temples. And when he misses his arrow, turns his attention onto her and questions who would be running the school, he can’t help the slight grimace that crosses his face with it. He sighs lightly, taking up his bow again, focusing as he contemplates the words, releasing his jaw from its clench, running a tongue along his teeth until it ends at one of those long canines and he sighs, letting the arrow fly again – only to watch it sink into the arm of the dummy, a hair away from missing.
“Break for water?” He asks, looking back over to her, slinging the bow over his shoulder before stepping toward the targets, pulling the arrows that pelted and peppered the dummy from them, slipping it back into the quiver. He grabs the ones stuck into the wall as well, pulling them out one by one until the area is cleaned up for the moment.
He returns to her, having thought over what she’d said. “I wouldn’t put it past her.” He offers, aiming to guide her to the shade of the building, where water is waiting and they can cool off in the rising heat. He doesn’t know if he should tell her about the Advocates, if it should even be brought up, but he’s trying to build trust with her in the end. “I worked for her in a slightly roundabout way when I first arrived. I do not trust her.” He says, gaze focusing ahead toward the water they approach.
And then what?
He’s thankful for the way she takes her break, short and easy before picking it up and he watches her curiously as she struggles with the tightness, the sweat that begins to bead along her temples. And when he misses his arrow, turns his attention onto her and questions who would be running the school, he can’t help the slight grimace that crosses his face with it. He sighs lightly, taking up his bow again, focusing as he contemplates the words, releasing his jaw from its clench, running a tongue along his teeth until it ends at one of those long canines and he sighs, letting the arrow fly again – only to watch it sink into the arm of the dummy, a hair away from missing.
“Break for water?” He asks, looking back over to her, slinging the bow over his shoulder before stepping toward the targets, pulling the arrows that pelted and peppered the dummy from them, slipping it back into the quiver. He grabs the ones stuck into the wall as well, pulling them out one by one until the area is cleaned up for the moment.
He returns to her, having thought over what she’d said. “I wouldn’t put it past her.” He offers, aiming to guide her to the shade of the building, where water is waiting and they can cool off in the rising heat. He doesn’t know if he should tell her about the Advocates, if it should even be brought up, but he’s trying to build trust with her in the end. “I worked for her in a slightly roundabout way when I first arrived. I do not trust her.” He says, gaze focusing ahead toward the water they approach.
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.
