i bank on the funeral
The sea was my escape, usually. He offers a bit offhandedly, a similar feeling to a shrug as if it holds some indifference, though Loren would realize soon after that it wasn’t entirely the case. Still, the apology from the Launceleyn was not particularly needed, and he clamps his maw shut with a small tilt of his whale head, blinking slow at the goose as he follows him around the edge of the pool. Nothing to be sorry for. He answers, and its truthful.
But he listens, pulses some understanding to Loren at that, wanting to know what kind of trials they’d gone through if it were similar to his own… It didn’t sound like it from the idea that they made sure they lived. He’s not sure which he’d prefer, at the end of the day. Do you wanna talk about it? Your trials? He asks, drifting through the water easily. How’d they make you survive them? Because it’s clear he doesn’t understand, comparing it too much to his own where the last man standing won.
But he listens, pulses some understanding to Loren at that, wanting to know what kind of trials they’d gone through if it were similar to his own… It didn’t sound like it from the idea that they made sure they lived. He’s not sure which he’d prefer, at the end of the day. Do you wanna talk about it? Your trials? He asks, drifting through the water easily. How’d they make you survive them? Because it’s clear he doesn’t understand, comparing it too much to his own where the last man standing won.
'cause i learned all my lessons that way
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.
