save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
Her smile is lopsided as she asks him to tell her everything. If that’s the case, they’d be here quite a while, but he doesn’t think she’d end up minding if they were. So he considers her request, the things that make him happy. “Mmmm.” He hums, thinking on it as her hand traces the lines of his face, tilting his head into her hand slightly to embrace more of the touch, the exploration.
“Well, the ocean. But you already know that.” He begins, a wry smirk crossing over his face to that. “Other things though, let’s see.” He filters through them, trying to dredge up the other times he’s felt as much bliss, finds it rare and the smile falters slightly, briefly. “When I was young, my mother always made me a blackberry pie for my birthday.” He rumbles, drifting through the happiest parts. “The times when Saartjie and I as teenagers would sneak out of the house to go and visit the ocean for a bit, suntanning, swimming in the waves, surfing. She’d always make me braid her hair before we went, and I’d always threaten to do something to retaliate against it, but never did. I couldn’t, really, I suppose being the big brother I was I had to put up with her shit.” These are the memories that bring some hint of nostalgia to his face.
“The memory of when I was seventeen years old after I won my trial and my mother told me she loved me for the first time.” His voice takes on some sort of distance with that, eyes remaining shut as though he can see it. “The amount of times I annoyed the hell out of Lusea by getting my ass handed to me by the other boxers in the rebellion.” His head shifts a small amount to look at her then. “Seeing how happy you looked when you learned the gist of the dagger work I trained you with.”
“Well, the ocean. But you already know that.” He begins, a wry smirk crossing over his face to that. “Other things though, let’s see.” He filters through them, trying to dredge up the other times he’s felt as much bliss, finds it rare and the smile falters slightly, briefly. “When I was young, my mother always made me a blackberry pie for my birthday.” He rumbles, drifting through the happiest parts. “The times when Saartjie and I as teenagers would sneak out of the house to go and visit the ocean for a bit, suntanning, swimming in the waves, surfing. She’d always make me braid her hair before we went, and I’d always threaten to do something to retaliate against it, but never did. I couldn’t, really, I suppose being the big brother I was I had to put up with her shit.” These are the memories that bring some hint of nostalgia to his face.
“The memory of when I was seventeen years old after I won my trial and my mother told me she loved me for the first time.” His voice takes on some sort of distance with that, eyes remaining shut as though he can see it. “The amount of times I annoyed the hell out of Lusea by getting my ass handed to me by the other boxers in the rebellion.” His head shifts a small amount to look at her then. “Seeing how happy you looked when you learned the gist of the dagger work I trained you with.”
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.
