if i let go, would you hold on, would we fly?
is it safer if we just say that we tried?
Time slows while he disappears, but he returns quick enough with the jar – meeting Safrin’s gaze only briefly as he hands the dirt off to the goddess. When she takes it, he finally does manage to swallow down whatever feelings he holds deep down, steel eyes watching as the pieces move together. Coffee, the coral, the dirt that flits between them all in a spiral. And he listens to Safrin’s words, taking them to heart.
He knows Adam and Peter valued their free-will so much. He knows he does too. He realizes that to live a life in isolation under the guise of safety wasn’t truly living. And with it, he finally looks up to watch as the pieces combine, the light flickering and flashing, rising into the ceiling and beyond. He doesn’t look to his companions, not as the electricity brightens everything and he has to look away, glancing up to only realize that the anger on Safrin’s face is from something else. Not the disappointment that had been there before.
He lets it settle, focusing on the shrine and the temple around them, the completion of such an event, as he lowers his hands to his sides. “Thank you, Safrin.” He comments quietly, bowing his head to her for both her words and… Well, everything else. And he looks up then, to take in the goddess of the stars with far more clarity than before. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" Part of him wonders if its more atonement or simply that he feels the need to prove himself not to be the reckless person he absolutely was.
He knows Adam and Peter valued their free-will so much. He knows he does too. He realizes that to live a life in isolation under the guise of safety wasn’t truly living. And with it, he finally looks up to watch as the pieces combine, the light flickering and flashing, rising into the ceiling and beyond. He doesn’t look to his companions, not as the electricity brightens everything and he has to look away, glancing up to only realize that the anger on Safrin’s face is from something else. Not the disappointment that had been there before.
He lets it settle, focusing on the shrine and the temple around them, the completion of such an event, as he lowers his hands to his sides. “Thank you, Safrin.” He comments quietly, bowing his head to her for both her words and… Well, everything else. And he looks up then, to take in the goddess of the stars with far more clarity than before. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" Part of him wonders if its more atonement or simply that he feels the need to prove himself not to be the reckless person he absolutely was.
are we laughing at the danger?
are we dancing after death, you and I?
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.
