save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
The sunset had always been his favorite, it had been Saartjie’s favorite too. And they’d spend plenty of time sunbathing through the day, swimming to cool off, remaining away from their father’s reach to indulge in the sunset before heading home. He’d never gotten to take Lusea there, too caught up in the rebellion and possibilities of being caught to even consider it. Something he regretted every second of the time he’d spent away from it.
But he was here now, the compasses tattooed to his neck pointing toward the space the sun dies off over rippling waves of white crests and gulls diving into the shade of the caves to their nests. So what did Maea think of Torchline, of the ocean? Her skin was far paler than Lusea’s dark bronze hues, far more suited toward snow and darkness than the gilt sunshine of the summer. So at her confession, he turns half way to look back at her with a small smile. “If you go deep enough into the water, there’s not as much sun. I heard you can breathe if you have a Cloud Manta jewel.” Actually, he’d seen it, when Ronin had used one to breathe under water.
He tilts his head to look back toward the waves, shoving his hands into the pockets of his shorts, before he turns back to her. “I finally got to use my full shift beneath the waves.” He offers her quietly, a reference to the river of the partial orca shift.
But he was here now, the compasses tattooed to his neck pointing toward the space the sun dies off over rippling waves of white crests and gulls diving into the shade of the caves to their nests. So what did Maea think of Torchline, of the ocean? Her skin was far paler than Lusea’s dark bronze hues, far more suited toward snow and darkness than the gilt sunshine of the summer. So at her confession, he turns half way to look back at her with a small smile. “If you go deep enough into the water, there’s not as much sun. I heard you can breathe if you have a Cloud Manta jewel.” Actually, he’d seen it, when Ronin had used one to breathe under water.
He tilts his head to look back toward the waves, shoving his hands into the pockets of his shorts, before he turns back to her. “I finally got to use my full shift beneath the waves.” He offers her quietly, a reference to the river of the partial orca shift.
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
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.
