maybe i'll lie to you, maybe i'll play this role
maybe i'll act like my act is together
A hum of a chuckle is granted to Weaver, a slight tilt of his head to her questioning raise of her eyebrow. “I’m trying to cause less drama than necessary these days.” He offers with a light shrug, imagining that it’s easier to explain that way with the way his life has been going as of late. The wound from Deimos, the hand that’s healing from Ronin, the break with Maea. It all collided into something else, something that made him realize he needed to lay low.
So he explains how he’s been as of late, catching her gaze and finding the chuckle within it. A half shrug is given to her at that. “Wasn’t my intention, really.” He offers a bit unhelpfully. “There was only one person I ever thought about marrying and she’s dead now, so. I assume that answers that.” A somewhat soft smile, masking over the pain of that topic for a later date, perhaps with alcohol involved and rain not dripping along his skin.
Still, he distracts her enough with the talk of the dragon and he huffs a quiet sigh to that. “We had wanted to try and bring something alive. Safrin said she needed a rare heart, Amalia thought perhaps to try and take something alive instead of just a heart. And I read Attuned can talk to dragons, thought perhaps it was worth a shot. Only we didn’t get a chance to before…. Everything.” A shake of his head as he looks around the branches of the trees for some sort of distraction.
His steel gaze returns to her when he poises the question back, a small half smile at the comment of not going after dragons. “A wise choice.” But the smile falters and he nods to that. “Are you still in the Academy?” He questions, recalling what Maea had told him.
So he explains how he’s been as of late, catching her gaze and finding the chuckle within it. A half shrug is given to her at that. “Wasn’t my intention, really.” He offers a bit unhelpfully. “There was only one person I ever thought about marrying and she’s dead now, so. I assume that answers that.” A somewhat soft smile, masking over the pain of that topic for a later date, perhaps with alcohol involved and rain not dripping along his skin.
Still, he distracts her enough with the talk of the dragon and he huffs a quiet sigh to that. “We had wanted to try and bring something alive. Safrin said she needed a rare heart, Amalia thought perhaps to try and take something alive instead of just a heart. And I read Attuned can talk to dragons, thought perhaps it was worth a shot. Only we didn’t get a chance to before…. Everything.” A shake of his head as he looks around the branches of the trees for some sort of distraction.
His steel gaze returns to her when he poises the question back, a small half smile at the comment of not going after dragons. “A wise choice.” But the smile falters and he nods to that. “Are you still in the Academy?” He questions, recalling what Maea had told him.
maybe i'll cope with life without hope
maybe i'll open the door and fall through the floor
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.
