the sea speaks a little more honestly
Her voice illuminates the darkness for him, her breath a hot caress against the shell of his ear. Goosebumps raise along his neck and shoulders with it as he turns to view her, some hidden amusement along his face — trying to imagine just how many regretted it. But where he stood? He wanted to give her his all, because aside from his Guild, what else was there for him to devote himself to? He’s already moved to Torchline, started that process.
He can’t help but look more fully at her, the black lace, the way her eyes are painted dark and smoky and enchanting, the way her hair falls in those stunning waves along her shoulders. He nearly forgets what she’s said. “You are beautiful, Safrin.” He hums, taking her in when the lightning illuminates her, until it's difficult for him to see her again. But she strides toward him, and he can feel the way her hands feel as though they stroke against his bare skin, leaning into the touch a small amount when her question reaches him.
“Well…” He pauses, contemplatively. “You have a Shield. A Star.” He pauses, jaw clenching slightly at the memory of Deimos. “A Sword? Possibly?” There’s a hint of question and perhaps a bit of bitterness in his tone before he shakes it off to give her all of his attention. “I could be your ear… your rogue…” He pauses, lips quirking a small amount in a brief hint of a smirk. “Your blade?” Perhaps a good use of his training with enforcement and spy craft. To use it for her when she likely has more important things to do.
He can’t help but look more fully at her, the black lace, the way her eyes are painted dark and smoky and enchanting, the way her hair falls in those stunning waves along her shoulders. He nearly forgets what she’s said. “You are beautiful, Safrin.” He hums, taking her in when the lightning illuminates her, until it's difficult for him to see her again. But she strides toward him, and he can feel the way her hands feel as though they stroke against his bare skin, leaning into the touch a small amount when her question reaches him.
“Well…” He pauses, contemplatively. “You have a Shield. A Star.” He pauses, jaw clenching slightly at the memory of Deimos. “A Sword? Possibly?” There’s a hint of question and perhaps a bit of bitterness in his tone before he shakes it off to give her all of his attention. “I could be your ear… your rogue…” He pauses, lips quirking a small amount in a brief hint of a smirk. “Your blade?” Perhaps a good use of his training with enforcement and spy craft. To use it for her when she likely has more important things to do.
to those who are willing to drown
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.
