save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
The questioning look is granted with an almost boyish half smile before he shakes his head. “I, no, I spent around two years after Lusea died and the whole thing happened in Dorobo, the neighboring country.” There’s a puff of air that leaves him at that, searching her face, wondering if he should tell her or not – wondering if she’d believe him or not, wondering if it would ruin the wonderful night they’d had. There’s a brief moment of pause before he shakes his head and looks over to the fire to avoid her gaze. “I tried to kill my father, and that didn’t work out… So when Saartjie and I were put into a room a few months later to greet our arranged marriages, well, things didn’t go well. I took her and we escaped the house, all while Lusea’s father reigned his attack upon us all too.” A purse of his lips as he finally does look back to her.
“Her father thought I was a sort of double agent, thought I’d been the one to give the information over to my father. So when I say that I’m probably dead or still in hiding, he’s why.” A shrug of his shoulders at that.
But she continues on, listening until she mentions the lantern and there’s a soft smile that crosses his face at the thought of that. “She already has a lantern.” He’d made her one, the bronze one on the wall that he’d picked up when Phoebe had destroyed the bar, the one with the chip in the side of it now. There’s a brief moment at the thought of seeing her again that has him stilling beneath her soft fingers and he shakes his head with a quiet laugh. “Well, she’d likely have a lot of opinions on what I’ve been doing here so… Might be better to leave things as they are.” He offers, giving her hip a gentle squeeze, a soft amused smile along his face.
“Her father thought I was a sort of double agent, thought I’d been the one to give the information over to my father. So when I say that I’m probably dead or still in hiding, he’s why.” A shrug of his shoulders at that.
But she continues on, listening until she mentions the lantern and there’s a soft smile that crosses his face at the thought of that. “She already has a lantern.” He’d made her one, the bronze one on the wall that he’d picked up when Phoebe had destroyed the bar, the one with the chip in the side of it now. There’s a brief moment at the thought of seeing her again that has him stilling beneath her soft fingers and he shakes his head with a quiet laugh. “Well, she’d likely have a lot of opinions on what I’ve been doing here so… Might be better to leave things as they are.” He offers, giving her hip a gentle squeeze, a soft amused smile along his face.
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.
