and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
He lets his gaze linger briefly on her while she sips from the glass, before he pulls his attention away to look around the room they’re in. A hand raises to rub along his neck, along the compass tattoo there as he tries to relieve some of the set in tension from the constant jaw clenching, the coughing at night, and the training they’d just done. But when he looks back to her at her question, capturing her own gaze with his own, he offers a quiet curt nod.
“Basically, yes.” He rumbles quietly with a small shrug, letting his hand fall from his neck to fold them along his chest as he leans against the table and looks at her. “Zariah didn’t have us spy.” He offers a bit indifferently. “She disappeared while it was still a Thieves Guild. Went through a couple guild leaders, since.” He reaches up to rub at his jaw then, contemplating, watching her though not really seeing her – as he thinks on what they’re currently doing.
“I guess it’s sort of retaliation, but we’re trying to get information in Halo.” He admits, quieter than before, though the whisper comes out rasping and slightly sultry, despite his attempts not to. The illness has taken a difficult turn on his lungs, and he tears his gaze away from her to look out into the grounds that have the sun shining down hard on it, the heat reverberating within the building they stand in already. “Like I said, I don’t trust her. Nor care for her that much.”
“Basically, yes.” He rumbles quietly with a small shrug, letting his hand fall from his neck to fold them along his chest as he leans against the table and looks at her. “Zariah didn’t have us spy.” He offers a bit indifferently. “She disappeared while it was still a Thieves Guild. Went through a couple guild leaders, since.” He reaches up to rub at his jaw then, contemplating, watching her though not really seeing her – as he thinks on what they’re currently doing.
“I guess it’s sort of retaliation, but we’re trying to get information in Halo.” He admits, quieter than before, though the whisper comes out rasping and slightly sultry, despite his attempts not to. The illness has taken a difficult turn on his lungs, and he tears his gaze away from her to look out into the grounds that have the sun shining down hard on it, the heat reverberating within the building they stand in already. “Like I said, I don’t trust her. Nor care for her that much.”
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.
